转瞬之间,写字已近三十年光景。回头看看自己的习书之路,个中甘苦自知,磨秃的毛笔也记不得有多少支。家居农村,当时买不起宣纸,就想方设法弄点儿废旧报纸,或是蘸水在水泥地上写。后来成了家,进了城,上了班,生活改善了许多, In a flash, writing has nearly 30 years of scenery. Looked back to the road of their own book, one of them willing to understand, wear bare brush also can not remember how many branches. At home in rural areas, at that time can not afford rice paper, find ways to get some scrap newspapers, or dipped in water on the concrete to write. Later became a home, into the city, went to work, life improved a lot,