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生活中触感敏锐的生命犹如宣纸上的水墨浓、淡、干、湿皆由心生半点假不了也真不了这是二十年前自己所写下的一段生活手札。我没有受过水墨的训练,当时只是喜欢玩墨,在独处的时刻,透过笔墨与自己的心境对话,经由手指,穿过笔尖,呈现了一种自我沉静的过程,有时有形、有时无形;有时是图案、有时是文字,有时就只是线条,每每经过这样的过程之后,在心中就会有一种既松又实的能量,当时只觉得其中有一种韵味并无他想。直
Touch sensitive life in life like rice paper on the ink thick, light, dry, wet by the heart of the heart can not afford the slightest or not true This is twenty years ago wrote a life handwriting. I had no training in ink painting. At that time, I only liked to play with ink. When I was alone, I talked with my mood through my pen and ink. Through my fingers and through my nib, I showed a process of self-quiet, sometimes invisible and sometimes invisible. Is the pattern, sometimes words, and sometimes just lines, often through this process, there will be a kind of both loose and real energy in the heart, when only one of them felt no charm. straight