一树梅花一张琴,一壶香茗一缕情。一架古帖一卷书,一纸一墨乐一生。去岁冬月,南窗之外红梅绽放,四顾堂内茶香氤氲。操琴弹曲,拉一曲《光明行》;展纸挥毫,临几页《石鼓文》……笔酣兴至,遂成七言《一字歌》以自娱。书法与我,半个世纪,不离不弃,相伴相随,虽辛苦,但快乐。吾之学书,其套路无异,起步于唐楷《多宝》《玄秘》二碑;成长于行书《兰亭》《圣教》二序。虽说天资尚可,却自感愚钝,不得要领。三十几年过去,世人不乏褒奖,自己终难如意。茫然之际,毅然变法,切断行草情结, A tree plum a piano, a pot of tea a ray of love. An ancient post a book, a paper, a Mexican music life. Winter last year, the red plum blooming outside the South Window, four Gu Tang tea inside. Pianqin song, pulling a “bright line”; exhibition paper Huibian, a few pages of “Stone Drum” ... pen intoxicated, then into seven words “a song” to entertain. Calligraphy and I, half a century, never betray, accompanied by each other, though hard, but happy. My study of books, its routine is no different, started in Tang Kai “Duobao” “mysterious” Second monument; grew up in the line book “Lanting” “Holy” second order. Although natural talent is acceptable, but self-feeling dull, not essentials. Thirty years in the past, there is no lack of praise people, their unhappy end. Dazed occasion, decided to change the law, cut off the grass complex,