此刻,握笔的手竟像不再接收大脑的指令似的,淡雅的墨汁自顾自地在纸上细细流泻,划拉出一个词语——“墨香”。想必墨汁早已与生活相连。相伴了三四年的半瓶老墨,旧旧的,靠在书桌的角落。只剩下了半瓶的老墨啊,告诉我,那大半瓶墨水去了哪里?三四年的岁月是漫长的。三年级时买了一瓶墨水,看着满满一瓶墨水,想着何时才能将它用完。三言两语的作文之下,岁月变成墨水,墨水变成文字,文字变成文章。打开三年级的作文本,本子上开出了不知名的小花,花香在 At the moment, the hand holding the pen did not seem to receive the instructions from the brain. The elegant ink drool over the paper and draw a word - ink. Must ink has long been linked with life. Accompanied by three or four years half a bottle of old ink, the old, leaning on the desk corner. Only half a bottle of old ink left, tell me, where most of the bottle of ink to go? Three or four years is a long time. Third grade bought a bottle of ink, looking full of a bottle of ink, thinking about when to run out of it. Under the composition of a few words, the years become ink, the ink becomes the text, the text becomes an article. Open the third grade composition book, the book out of unknown flowers, flowers in