手持墨条,在砚台中划出一个又一个大小深浅不一的墨圈。墨越磨越浓,墨香溢满了整个书房,让我想起了一次次的墨飘香。幼时的我,看着笔架上的一支支毛笔,大大小小,粗粗细细,觉得甚是有趣,便也想像妈妈一样书写自如。我的小手握着那支最大号的毛笔,蘸上浓 Hand-held ink strokes, one after another in the inkstone shades of ink of different sizes. Ink more grinding more concentrated, smelly full of the entire study, reminds me of time and again the ink fragrance. When I was a child, I looked at a brush on a pen holder, large and small, thick and thin, I think it is very interesting, they would like to imagine writing freely as a mother. My little hand holds the largest brush, dipped in rich