我少时曾热爱书法,却没有习练的恒心,一暴十寒,终无所成。初读《祭侄文稿》,已是在古城读大学。那个下午,当我打开《祭侄文稿》,顿时惊呆,脑海中再也想不起那些“蚕头燕尾、横轻竖重”的颜体字帖了。仿佛凛冽的秋风正拍打着自己的面颊,眼前似乎升腾起森森云烟。我想,自己一定是看到真的艺术了。 When I was little, I loved calligraphy, but I did not practice perseverance. First reading “offering sacrificial niece”, is already in the ancient city of university. That afternoon, when I opened the “Festival of the Nephew Manuscripts,” I was suddenly shocked, and I could no longer recall the tattoos in my mind. As if autumn cold wind is beating his cheek, eyes seemed to rise Sen Sen clouds. I think I must have seen the real art.