手中的毛笔,案上的宣纸,砚里的墨汁。夜深人静之时,我时常对着它们发呆。它们似有思想,似有生命,总是在向我诉说着什么,提示着什么。毛笔,其特征是一个“柔”字,却柔而不弱,柔而有刚。“爱,在最处;恨,在最处”。是书者给了毛笔以灵性,还是毛笔给了书者以劝戒?写字的人,是憎爱分明的人。心怀天下,正气在胸,笔下才有神,才有情,才有气。宣纸,洁净,朴素。然而,正是这份单纯,给了我们无限的创作天地。单纯,是一种境界,是一种智慧。心无旁驾,以终为始;耐住寂寞,埋头耕耘;崇尚天然,羞于做作。不做什 In the hands of the brush, the case of rice paper, Ink Ink. When the dead of night, I often confront them in a daze. They seem to have ideas, they seem to have life, and always tell me what and what to suggest. Brush, which is characterized by a “soft ” word, but soft and not weak, soft and rigid. “Love, at the most; hate, at the most ”. Is the book given to the brush pen to spirituality, or brush to the book to persuade? Write, who hate the distinct people. Heart of the world, righteousness in the chest, writing only God, only love, only gas. Rice paper, clean, simple. However, it is this simple, gave us unlimited creative world. Simple, is a state, is a kind of wisdom. Heart without side by side, to the end; resistance loneliness, hard work; respect for nature, ashamed to make. Do not do anything