暑热,蝉声在窗外扯起连绵不绝的音幔。我端坐在茶几前,面前是红色米字格毛边纸,翻开的《九成宫》或《曹全碑》帖,浓墨的香在鼻尖氤氲,像一只温柔的手指慢慢抚平了躁动的午后时光。我端正身姿,一笔一划,笔锋提起、按落,起承转合,优柔回环。常常,一消磨就是一个下午的时光。如果说,多年后我还有提笔挥毫的兴致,还有带着几分忐忑将墨字展示于人的勇气与资本,都拜那段时光的赐予。每个人的生命中,都会遇到至少一个造梦人吧。特别是,青涩年华。十年、二十年后的重聚,所有的中学同窗还记得杨文轩老师。伴随着这个名字,墨香萦绕 Summer heat, cicadas in the window from the rolling endless mantle. I sat in front of the coffee table, in front of the red rice word blank side of the paper, opened the “Jiucheng Gong” or “Cao Quan monument” posts, thick ink in the nose tiptoe, like a gentle fingers slowly heal Restless afternoon time. I am correct posture, a stroke of a stroke, Fubian mention, according to the fall, play the switch, gentle loop. Often, a kill is an afternoon time. If, after many years, I still have the slightest enthusiasm for presenting my penmanship and the courage and capital that have been used to display the ink characters in people’s memories. Everyone’s life, will encounter at least one dream creature it. In particular, green astringent. Ten years, twenty years after the reunification, all high school students still remember Yang Wensuan teacher. Accompanied by this name, ink linger