书页上留有隽秀的墨迹,清润大方的字体。母亲的手擎着一支钢笔,白晰修长的手指轻盈地扣住笔身,指腹一层薄茧,却依旧柔软而细腻。那墨香便从那支青花瓷的笔中缓缓流淌,流入我的心田。那钢笔的样式极为普通,却不经意流汇出一股典雅与高贵。不,也应不是高贵,因为它总给我一种如开在阡 Book page left Juno ink, smooth and generous font. Mother’s hand with a pen, slender fingers clasped lightly pen body, pulp thin layer of cocoon, but still soft and delicate. That ink will flow slowly from that blue and white porcelain pen, into my heart. That pen style is very ordinary, but inadvertently flow out of an elegant and noble. No, it should not be noble, because it always gives me a kind of open in the Qian