Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

Calligraphy is the plastic art of trying to represent the beauty of a letter by writing.

It is about beautifying life as a practical matter, enriching the mind, and expressing the beauty of personality while learning the aesthetic expression of this letter based on a standard. Then, in that learning process, personality is honed and emotions are condensed. Therefore, calligraphy should be based on…….

and.

To be honest with you, I'm refreshed.

Even if you taught me calligraphy, I don't remember my heart being enriched, and I don't remember my personality being honed.

I sweat my hands every time I just write.

But regardless of my thoughts like that, calligraphy begins today.

"Pick your favorite letter and write it today"

"" "" Yes ""

Now we take a brush while being instructed by our uncle in a large Japanese-style room and head to the paper to express the beauty of the letters.

Autumn water from left before uncle, me, wind, orchid chrysanthemums in order. This is always the fixed position.

I used to have Orchid next door to my left, but every time my uncle didn't notice me, I would make tea, so I did it early.

Orchid was forced to be the most endless since the day after he snitched, and Orchid when his uncle told him to move,

"You're the far right"

"Eh, but I always do"

"Right."

……

Travels reluctantly, albeit with a little boo dripping.

I appreciate your uncle not giving me my name. He still doesn't know why he moved.

"I guess I'm four letters."

"I'm three."

"Then I'm two."

"I... what shall I do"

I don't know what to do.

"You're not stupid! One, I guess."

"Ran, shut up"

He's a hustler even though he's away.

"You guys aren't doing anything stupid. Come on. Decide and write.

That's what they say. Grab a brush and head to the paper.

The letters I write are already determined. The letter is a treasure I found recently, and every time I see it, my heart dusts.

I don't write gorgeously!

Don't look at other people's letters during calligraphy, by the way. Let's just say it depends on your senses.

So this time even write, write, write!! of.

But my concentration is poor, so sometimes I look at the word "wind" on the right.

But I decided,

"What? Noju."

"Ugh, uh-huh. No, it's not, yeah. No, no."

I find out before I see it. And every time I find out, I skip the ink on my tip to make stains. You don't look at me, but you're very scary.

It's a very plain and chilling harassment, but I care about it every time it's too handy, and I'm looking forward to it a little bit.

But how do you know?

I knew the wind was esper.

Even I would never look at Autumn Water.

But I'm not sure why you don't see it, even if you ask my brain miso.

"All right, that's it. Give me what I think is best done today."

In doing so, it was time for the presentation of each written letter, which was the end of the day.

Let's start with Orchid Chrysanthemum. Stand in front of everyone and put up a piece of paper with your favorite letters.

What it says there is the word 'daisy'.

The top grass crown says big, and it's like hair because the ends and ends are down to say something about a hat... Rice in the middle with your face.

But I see, is Orchid a name of his own? I should have written a 'field' of my own name, too.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ran-chan, that,"

"Nothing else, it's not your name or anything!! I like chrysanthemums just like my uncle!

No, nobody's listening.

Next up is Autumn Water, written on paper is' Black '. Black? You like black? I feel horrible when Autumn Water writes something.' Cause I've already got something on my back.

I think it suits me better than the letters I like.

But the dynamic black written all over half a piece of paper felt beautiful and riddled somewhere.

"Oh, black. Why did you turn Autumn Water black?

"Because it's a strong, beautiful thing that doesn't stain anything."

I'm an elite speaker of something.

Followed by the wind, the letter 'small'. It's written in very small letters. Little? I mean, you like little... what do you mean?

I guess it's because I like small things.

No, it wouldn't be that simple. Something more like this, deep meaning for reasons that feel twisted... twisted and twisted small...

"Little. So, why is it small?

"Because I like small things."

It was very easy to understand.

"Then you're wild daisies next. Take a look."

Now that it's my turn, get out in front of everyone and show them the paper. Behold, this is my favorite letter!!

"'The Constitution'? Noju, why did you make it into a constitution?

"Do you know Kanji?"

I don't care about the taste of elite boys at this time.

My favorite letter is the Constitution.

'Cause I want you to take a good look.

"It's the letters of my brothers."

"Constitution"

Letters arranged so that Brother Ujino's "", Brother Shimizu's "On Blue" and Brother Ribbon's "Four" overlap amicably from above.

At the bottom there is a heart, and I remember my brothers and sisters who were kind to me every time I saw this letter. People I love.

So my favorite kanji. Letters.

The last mind to write wrote to envelop the three people above.

I think it looks pretty good with me.

Well, I got a little bit of a dot on Brother Ribbon's part, but it's the heart that counts, Hart. Feelings are 100% caged.

So let's put the letters of the constitution I wrote in this exercise under my pillow and go to sleep today.

"Right.... Noju, write another one of those."

Though I was distracted along the way, I told him why and he demanded another one for some reason.

I dare to go back to my calligraphy seat and write 'Constitution' as my uncle ordered.

Oh, there's stains on Brother Ribbon again.

... No, wait. Maybe this represents the crying black child in the lower right corner of Brother Ribbon's eye, or is it okay to say something like that?

It's not a failure.

Think about bumping any good excuses.

"My brothers and sisters, this may be one maneuver in a way. You'll have a lot of qualities. Classics, Japanese songs, whatever you say, you're doing great, though you're small. I never thought I could show you this in my calligraphy."

"... yeah"

I don't know what it is, but is it complimented?

"You're only 7... Grow yourself up. What, but you don't want your daughter to grow up in such a hurry. Tell me you're going to hire him as a man. I didn't know you'd be kind enough to give him some more time."

When I say that, my uncle touches my cheek with pessi pessi.

Hey, I need you to stop with that inked hand for a second!