淡雅的墨香,萦绕书房,是那般的沁人心脾,透骨的温存。“沙沙,沙沙……”磨墨的声音是那样的清脆,如一个个跳动的音符,谱成欢快的乐章。现在的我,拿起毛笔,淡定从容,将要书写的早已了然于心。以前的我,拿起毛笔,信心满满,可总是被简单的点横撇竖捺所磨灭。还好,我没放弃。 Elegant ink, lingering study, is so refreshing, through the bones of the warmth. “Rustling, rustling ... ...” The sound of grinding ink is so crisp, such as beating notes one by one, the spectrum into a happy movement. Now I, picked up the brush, calm and calm, will have to write long before heart. I used to pick up the brush, full of confidence, can always be a simple point to write down the vertical sideways obliterated. Fortunately, I did not give up.