我爸爸是一名教师,可会写毛笔字了。看着他写字时全神贯注的样子,看着他写的那漂亮的毛笔字,我的心痒痒的,便缠着爸爸教我写毛笔字。宝贝女儿开了口,爸爸自然不敢怠慢。他铺开宣纸,摆好砚台,倒进墨汁。爸爸首先教我怎样握毛笔, My father is a teacher who can write calligraphy. Watching him concentrate on writing, looking at the beautiful brush writing that he wrote, my heart itch, then wrapped my father taught me to write brush writing. Baby daughter spoke, dad naturally not neglect. He spread rice paper, put the inkstone, poured into the ink. Dad first taught me how to hold the brush,