曾几何时,我竟痴迷于龟骨,神往于兰亭。于是乎,在我的书房里,多了一支笔,一瓶墨,一叠稿纸,几本枯黄稍有破损的帖。朝临暮写,乐此不疲。当额头皱纹乍现,方惊数载光阴飞逝而过。感叹之余,真应了柳永的千古绝叹:“衣带浙宽终不悔,为伊消得人憔悴。” Once upon a time, I actually obsessed with turtle bone, fascinated by Lanting. Ever since, in my study, more than a pen, a bottle of ink, a pile of manuscripts, a few yellowish slightly damaged posts. Write towards the twilight, never tired. When the forehead wrinkles suddenly appear, Fang Fai countless time flies past. Sigh, I really should have never Yong Yong Liu Yong sigh: “Zheshang width is not regret for the people of emaciation in Iraq emaciated. ”