喜看燕子飞来,梨花落后又清明。半倚窗边,半盏清茶,执笔涂鸦。一支素笔,半点清墨,便信手用了晏先生的词。我喜欢这样的意境,喜欢这时下的好天气,喜欢舞弄着笔墨,酝酿着自己的人生。我,一介布衣,独居小城一隅,传承着甄氏一族的衣钵,自幼习字,及至而今,已然不惑。历风雨路,得殊途归,我手写我心,挥毫泼墨间,我已与书法相伴多年。我是甄亮,笔名真意,号清缘斋主人。如今的社会,往往多了些浮躁,人们似乎觉得用 Like to see the swallow flying, Pear Blossom backward and Ching Ming. Half the window, half a tea, write graffiti. A prime, the slightest ink, handy Mr. Yan words. I like this mood, like the good weather nowadays, like to dance with ink, brewing their own lives. I, a commoner commoner, living alone in a corner of the town, inheriting the mantle of Chen family, since childhood learning the word, up to now, already puzzled. I experienced a rainy day, so I wrote my heart by hand, brush ink, I have been with calligraphy for many years. I was Zhen Liang, the pen name is true, the number of Qing Yuan vegetarian. Today’s society is often more impetuous, people seem to think it