Calligraphy, let me hard give up.
书法，让我难以割舍。
In one's childhood, see those calligraphy Great Masters sit before the desk, the hand grasps brush, in halcyon in draw up a calligraphy work of a find the scenery pleasing to both the eye and the mind, it is dignified regular script no matter, cheesy running hand, still be unruly or unrestrained is cursive, so shock popular feeling. In those days, learn calligraphic thought to arise spontaneously in the heart.
小时候，看见那些书法大师坐在桌前，手握毛笔，在宁静中写出一幅幅赏心悦目的书法作品，不论是端庄的楷书，潇洒的行书，还是狂放的草书，都那么震撼人心。那时，学书法的念头在心中油然而生。
Before you can say Jack Robinson, the length that I learn calligraphic time to already had a few years, the already was not that askew scrawly handwriting that draw up, however each is decorous atmospheric word, can be in at this moment, I must abandon passion calligraphy for busy school work.
转眼间，我学书法的时间已有几年之长了，写出的已不是那歪歪扭扭的鬼画符，而是一个个端正大气的字，可就在这时，我不得不为了忙碌的学业而放弃热爱的书法。
This lets me hard give up. I put no less than calligraphy to be brought for me of countless glad with excited. Still remember holding a pen for the first time, dip in for the first time Chinese ink, write for the first time, little hand is being caught forcibly fine fine shaft, black prepared Chinese ink is changed on rice paper, my name appears on white rice paper, surprizing in that way, excited in that way, let me cannot give up.
这让我难以割舍。我放不下书法为我带来的无数的欣喜与激动。犹记得第一次握笔，第一次蘸墨，第一次书写，小小的手用力抓着细细的笔杆，黑色的墨汁在宣纸上化开，我的名字出现在洁白的宣纸上，那样惊喜，那样激动，让我无法割舍。
I hard the countless honor that give up calligraphy brings for me and admiration. Celebrate a festival every year, stick spring festival scrolls, forever oneself keep my home, the compose on gules couplet paper is worn aureate pink, everybody looks at my begin to write or paint, carry pen. After be being written, highly praise sound, stick in the person of the come and go on the door to be able to see soon, this is forever won't talent, my grade is average tall smooth hour. I take the certificate of merit about study rarely, the award of proviso law contest can stick full wall, what the sort of calligraphy brings me is proud let me hard give up.
我难以割舍书法为我带来的无数荣誉和赞赏。每年过节，贴春联，我家永远是自己写的，红色的联纸上缀着金色的粉，大家都看着我下笔，抬笔。写完后，赞叹声一片，贴在门上来来往往的人都能一眼看见，这永远是不会才艺，成绩一般的我的高光时刻。我很少拿关于学习的奖状，但书法大赛的奖可以贴满墙壁，那种书法带给我的自豪让我难以割舍。
What my give up does not issue calligraphy to be brought to me is halcyon. No matter how be agitated, disturbed, catch cottony pen, how does the heart come down surely, trouble break up a hubbub, resembled hitting stitch downer. The calm that how I cut the calligraphy below be willing to part with or use to be brought for me again and quiet.
我割舍不下书法给我带来的宁静。不论多么烦躁，不安，一抓起毛笔，心就安定下来，烦恼一哄而散，就像打了一针镇定剂。我又如何割舍得下书法为我带来的平静与安宁。
Again hard give up still cuts my humble abode eventually, the clearance with busy school work, I still cannot help much look the calligraphy work on a wall, the writing paper inkstone that cannot help desk be being felt, I want to be put down temporarily, it is better to perhaps can get, also experienced the halcyon feeling that calligraphy brings to the heart again.
再难以割舍终还是割舍下了，学业忙碌的间隙，我还是忍不住多瞧一眼墙上的书法作品，忍不住摸摸案头的笔墨纸砚，我想暂时的放下，也许会得到更好，也再一次体会了书法给心灵带来的宁静的感受。