在人生的路上,我已走过近二十个年头。从一个牛背牧童到军旅书法家,皆缘于我的父亲——一个读过七年私塾,今年已73岁的老农。我和父亲在三十几年的人生中也因书法而结下了许许多多的爱与怨。 从哑哑学语背诵三字经,千字文的学童,到如今似田野中的一株枯草,支撑父亲走过一生的便是他手中的犁锹和几枝秃笔。他用手中的犁锹千万遍地翻耕着脚下的黑土,养育我们弟兄四个成人,他用他手中的几枝秃笔排遣多舛命途中 In the way of life, I have been through nearly twenty years. From a herd of cattle shepherds to military calligraphers, all due to my father - a seven-year private school read, this year has 73-year-old farmer. My father and I also made a lot of love and resentment in calligraphy for thirty years. From dumb dull to recite three-character script, a thousand words of school children, now like a field of hay in the field, support his father’s life is the hands of his shovel and several bald pen. With his plowed shovel in his hand, he plowed over the black soil at his feet and raised four of our brethren. He used his bald pen in his hand to exhaust his life.