那年深秋,茕茕孑立。在一片清寒萧索之中,发现一生陪伴自己不离不弃的真正知己。“兴时笔墨描飞燕,寥落解我意难堪。执手方知唯笔砚。”有些东西历久弥新,才觉察心的一角已情有所属,用她特有的温存抚慰着你,不在乎你的失意,无奈,还是意气风发,才情飞扬……淡淡之交如水,走近她,心就投入了忘我之境,只有黑与白的博弈,呼与吸之间的凝神。少时村野,天高云淡,心无羁绊,反倒在黑白的笔墨纸砚之间找到了舒展的 Late autumn of that year, 茕 茕 solitude. In the midst of a desolate, I found my true confidant, who always lives with her. “When the brush strokes swallow Xing, sparse solutions I embarrassed hand handle only ink ink. ” Some things have a long history, only to find the corner of consciousness has been affirmed, with her unique gentle comfort you, Do not care about your frustration, helplessness, or high-spirited, talented ... ... Faint hand over water, approached her, the heart into the ego environment, only the game of black and white, between the call and the suction of the condensate. Little village, the sky clear, heartless fetters, but instead found in the black and white ink paper between the stretched