Calligraphy is a unique art, throughout the ages, a large number of calligraphers have emerged in China, their works are treasures of arts.
　　Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy was with forceful strokes that we are very amazed of. This time, the calligrapher invited by our school even amazed us and gave us a deep understanding of the charm of calligraphy.
　　Our calligraphy teacher used fingers to write calligraphy and what he need was very simple and he wrote a kind of special calligraphy. On Monday afternoon, Ma Xiaoping came to our school to demonstrate the unique art of finger calligraphy.
　　Firsy, he used his right hand to dip the ink from the bowl, then, he wrote on the xuan paper familiarly. “Wow!” I couldn’t help sighing with wonder. Antique characters came to my eyes one by one with different charm, which gave us an opportunity to appreciate the depth of Chinese culture. Teacher Ma wrote one by one and there are more and more audience and applause. Among all the calligraphy wrote, I liked the < Song of Tomorrow> very much, “ There are tomorrows after tomorrow, tomorrows are endless, if you live for tomorrow, you cannot achieve anything.”This scroll of calligraphy was wrote with ease and grace, it seemed to tell us that time was going fast and you should cherish your time.
　　I was more and more enchanted by Ma’s performance. When I saw him used another finger to write immediately after the ink in one finger was exhausted, I felt like to see the image that Ma Xiaoping practiced calligraphy arduously and finally achieved such great results. His hand fluttered in the air only left characters with ink marks and I was deeply interested in it and admired and respected Teacher Ma. I was drunk with calligraphy and amazed at its endless charm and vitality just like lingering in the clean and bright moonlight.
　　At this moment, I understood that calligraphy was not only arts and it needed too much difficulties and hardships, what Ma wrote was not only calligraphy but also the experience and practice he accumulated in his daily life. These calligraphies looked like flowers blossoming before us and in our hearts; flowers irrigated by sweats would finally yield fruits of success.