There was a hectic event at Bina Bangsa School as it celebrated the Chinese New Year. The colours red and yellow danced everywhere you looked. Whether it was from the decorations or the clothing we wore. On the stage, students who learnt Chinese instruments were up there interpreting wonderful Chinese songs. There were bangs from a drum and high pitched noises from flutes and many other wonderful sounds that could not be identified. Seeing friends up there filled me with joy as they played the songs. The songs they played were foreign yet they sounded so familiar when played by our friends.
After the symphony had ended, three long tables were put together in the middle of the hall. Armed with special brushes and paint, numerous Chinese calligraphers approached the table. It was a booth! These people were obviously professionals as they moved the brush with such accuracy and swiftness over the soft and very delicate paper. They knew too much ink would stain the back of the paper, yet too little would not give off such a bold aura, so they used the exact amount of ink. A skill which can only be learnt from experience.
As the event ended, I passed and touched a spare calligraphy paper. It was as soft as a baby’s skin with such small weight and thickness. The Chinese New Year event was a blast and my anticipation for the next one has grown exponentially. I feel that others too think that way.
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