I felt butterflies in my stomach when I started calligraphy class ten years ago. I wondered what I was doing there. At that moment, I couldn't have known that I'd just made one of the best 【小题1】(choose) of my life.

I sat down and listened to the teacher introducing the tools of the craft. Then 【小题2】 was the first time for me that I had tried my hand. I took up the brush, using the correct gesture, 【小题3】(dip) it in the ink, and carefully wrote "one" 【小题4】 Chinese.

Over 【小题5】 past five years, I have learned to make versions of well-known poems. Calligraphy seemed like a bridge, 【小题6】 connected me to authors from centuries past. Stroke(笔画) by stroke, word by word, I could feel their emotions, cherished my own peace and learned 【小题7】 (appreciate) my daily life.

Now, calligraphy is not just a hobby, 【小题8】a way to remove myself from the worries of life. Rolling out the paper, I can write for a whole day. Calligraphy 【小题9】 (able) me to balance my busy schedule and live 【小题10】 (peace).