?Ink, dark, dense, slightly unpleasant smell, a man in a green shirt stands in front of the table, picks up the pen, dips it in the ink, puts down the pen, his long sleeves are swaying, his belt catches the wind, and a capital letter appears between the ups and downs. The ink fell on the ivory-white rice paper, and it was done in one go, as if it were like spring water in the mountains. The fragrance of the book overflowed, and it was completely natural.
? Ink and I, ink is something that I will never abandon in my life. In the early morning, I use ink to record on paper what I must do today. Whenever I forget something, I see what I have written down in ink. I continue to do things vigorously, and every day, my homework depends on ink. Without ink, I will have nothing to do, and my time will be wasted. Ink and me are like mountains and water. Mountains are boring when separated from water, and water is helpless when separated from mountains. The same is true for ink and me.
?I have loved calligraphy since I was a child, but for various reasons, I have never learned it. I recall that when I was young, I used a brush to write the names of my family members on the door of my house. It can also be seen today, with the corners of the mouth raised, like a child, like a naughty child. Now that I am seventeen, is it too late to devote myself to calligraphy? Is it bad? I don’t know. I know that calligraphy is my passion. Although I am stupid, I must persevere. I love ink and the moment the pen falls on the paper, my heart is calm and my mind is peaceful. The complicated and complicated things in the outside world have nothing to do with me. I only focus on this small table. If the heart is frightened and the hands are shaking, this word will be useless. If a hair is pulled and the whole body is moved, all the hard work will be wasted in a breath. I dare not be lazy. Whenever I feel tired, I pause for a moment, take a deep breath and exhale, and then continue. It’s been more than half a year.
? Today I am willing to live up to my ink and use it to dye my dazzling life in the future. Ink is my treasure, I love it, love it, cherish it, and cannot abandon it.
?by Mengluo Fanghua ?