伏案。展开一页洁白的习字纸,金色的钢笔尖探入黑色的墨水,吸上满满一管——这曾是我熟悉的记忆。执起练字的笔,已有十年光阴。记得最开始习字,笔,自然是铅笔,只因为某个老师夸我写得好——想来是半溢美半鼓励,竟让我走上了练字之路。妈妈每每给我精心削好十来支笔,尖尖的,齐刷刷摆在文具盒里,犹如出征的士兵。年幼的我,三只胖乎乎的手指紧紧按着坚硬的铅笔,横平竖直写得好认真,好用力,以至于笔头时不时折断。临了,十几支笔个个成了残兵败将。 V desk. Start with a white copybook, a golden fountain pen tip into black ink and a full tube - a familiar memory of mine. Pen practicing the word practice, has been a decade time. I remember the beginning of the word, pen, of course, is a pencil, just because a teacher praised me well written - want to be semi-half American encouragement, actually let me embark on the word practice. Mum often give me carefully cut ten pen, sharp, uniform brush in the stationery box, like the soldiers expedition. Young I, three chubby fingers firmly press a hard pencil, horizontal and vertical well written, so hard, so that written off from time to time break. Pro, a dozen pen a few became defeated.