我时常会坐下来,不做什么,也不想什么,像一个憩息的旅者,也像一把松弛的弓,只索取一段平静,和匆忙向前的世界保持一些距离,感受阳光和风。不同季节的风拂过身体,生长与衰老,都有切肤之感。尽管我也算是一个从事书法的人,但惭愧的是用来想书法问题的时间并不多,生来与书法无关,恐怕死也与书法无关,辽阔的人生,我时常会想,如果不从事书法,我会是一个做什么的人,过怎样的生活,可惜人生是一趟没有多选的旅程。 I often sit down, do nothing, do not think of anything, like a rest traveler, like a relaxed bow, only for a period of calm, and hurry to keep the distance the world, the sun and the wind. Different seasons of the wind blowing through the body, growth and aging, have skin feeling. Although I am also a calligraphy, but ashamed of the time used to calligraphy problem is not much, was born and has nothing to do with calligraphy, I am afraid that death has nothing to do with calligraphy, the vast life, I often think that if you do not engage in calligraphy , I will be a person to do what kind of life, but life is a trip without multiple choice journey.