And by that "person," it means all the experiences in life, the roads traveled, the books read, the people met, the time spent, all of which come flooding together in a single moment, forming a unique mark on a person.
If Xu Shulou's calligraphy style is full of pride, then Lu Jingzhi's has a bit more casualness and spontaneity.
This was just the result of the first day of practice after getting back on track, and in a while, she would truly master her own unique style of writing.
At this time, Jiang Wunian also picked up his brush and wrote a few characters.
They were very neat and clear, the kind that could get full marks in an exam.
Each stroke was precise, landing exactly where it belonged on the paper.
It was a good-looking, orthodox style.
Not like Lu Jingzhi's, where one slant might become a few, or a downward stroke might fly off into the sky.
Lu Jingzhi rubbed his hands, "Xiaoya, if you have time tomorrow, could you write a few pages of characters for me to see?"
