Calligraphy Essay

An assassin or a hero It is always about the perspective, the way people look at the matter defines how people judge the character involved under every circumstance. One character in question will be judged differently from the opposite perspective of people, one side says an assassin and the other says a hero. Some stories tell the sacrifices made by determining individuals in history to pursue a cause, although they must surrender their life to the hands of death. Nevertheless, the…

respect of Buddhism not only represents a religious event or advent philosophy, but also it was a decision which had huge cultural, political and social ramifications for the three kingdoms. For example, the sutras and manuscripts brought Chinese calligraphy, arts and techniques, cultivation of ethic thoughts, stories of good behaviors to the peninsula. As Kim Sung-woo states that, for Goguryeo and Baekje, Buddhism could be interpreted as an imported advance culture which…

3. The Micro-economic Conditions (Suppliers) Now that we explore the process of Party-state interventions in outdoor leisure in macroeconomic perspective, it is time for us to investigate how outdoor leisure is provided by microeconomic level and practiced or consumed by urban Chinese. This section firstly demonstrates diversified types of outdoor leisure organizations nationwide, and then it specifically demonstrates the similarities and differences of outdoor leisure practices among three…

between two boys, Amir and Hassan (the son of Amir’s father’s servant), focus on what it means to be a true friend while mirroring the gritty conflict of Afghanistan’s volatile political and cultural history. The opening credits of Arabic-inspired calligraphy seem to represent the connection of all the characters in the story. This is a story of two boys in 1975, but also one that stretches the limits of culture and time to represent the most important of redemption…

Putting her right foot out, she mounted the log and shut her eyes. Lifting her skirt, leveling her cane fiercely before her like a festival figure in some parade, she began to march across. Then she opened her eyes and she was safe on the other side. 'I wasn't as old as I thought,' she said. But she sat down to rest. She spread her skirts on the bank around her and folded her hands over her knees. Up above her was a tree in a pearly cloud of mistletoe. She did not dare to close her eyes,…