西去官桥旧薛城,城中百亩春田平。三千食客皆尘土,十二侯帮就战争。林鸟有声应吊古,汀花无语自含情。千年野庙荒碑在,行路犹能说姓名。年逾不惑的孙钢,每逢写下这首明代徐天博的《过薛》诗,一种莫名的惆怅便会萦绕心头。于是那淡淡的乡愁便随着氤氲的笔墨,渲染开来,弥漫于纸。作为一个书法家,孙钢之于书法结缘,多少有点 West to the old Xuecheng Guancheng, the city hundred acres of spring flat. Thirty thousand diners are dust, twelve Hou help the war. Forest bird sound should be hanging ancient, Tinghua speechless with affection. Millennium temple shortage of monument in the road can still say that the name. Overwhelmed Sun Gang, every write down the first Ming Dynasty Xu Tianbo’s “Xue” poetry, an inexplicable melancholy will haunt. So that touch of nostalgia then with the stagnant ink, rendering open, filled in paper. As a calligrapher, Sun Gang of calligraphy, a little more or less