I felt butterflies in my stomach when I started calligraphy class ten years ago. I wondered what I was doing there. At that moment, I couldn't have known that I'd just made one of the best    1    (choose) of my life.

I sat down and listened to the teacher    2     (introduce) the tools of the craft. Then it was the first time for    3    (I)that I had tried my hand. I took up the brush, using the correct gesture,    4    (dip) it in the ink, and carefully wrote "one"    5     Chinese.

Over the past five years, I have learned to make versions of well-known poems. Calligraphy seemed like a bridge，    6     connected me to authors from centuries past. Stroke(笔画) by stroke, word by word, I could feel their emotions, cherished my own peace and learned    7     (appreciate) my daily life.

Now, calligraphy is not just    8     hobby, It is a way to remove myself from the worries of life. Rolling out the paper, I can write for a whole day. Calligraphy     9     (able) me to balance my busy schedule and live    10    (peace).