一位朋友有一位书法家的爸爸,所以练书法变成天经地义、不得不做的事,而一个月写烂一支毛笔,就成了自我的要求。后来他虽然没有成为一位书法家,但是他却凭着这个自我要求的心,背烂两本英文字典,听坏三台录音机,一天至少找一外国人对话,于是他常常站在饭店门口等候他的“英文会话老师”。 A friend has a calligrapher’s father, so practicing calligraphy becomes a natural and obligatory thing, and writing a rotten brush a month becomes a self-requirement. Later, although he did not become a calligrapher, but with this self-demanding heart, back two English dictionaries, listen to bad three tape recorders, one day find at least a foreigner dialogue, so he often stood in front of the hotel waiting His “English conversation teacher ”.