One book one Mo Zuifang China, one word tastes Mo Ya one sentence.
一书一墨醉芳华，一词一句品墨雅。
—— preface
——题记
The sunshine with broken general gold sprayed one land. Leaning on a gaga bamboo chair, the hand holds an agonized strong tea in both hands, carry build light close lightly, glibly stays sweet. This, I am leading role.
碎金一般的阳光洒了一地。倚着一把老朽的竹椅，手捧一盏苦涩的浓茶，抬盖轻抿，满口留香。这一次，我是主角。
Usually loves to be in a corner alone, the hand holds hank good book in both hands, fine taste time to be on the move, years is static good. Between flourishing the world, hold the post of You Shuxiang to wane to the close, braid Cheng Meng, with the character dense into language of full paper heart.
平素便爱独处一隅，手捧一卷好书，细品光阴流转、岁月静好。在繁华的人世间，任由书香阑珊，编织成梦，用文字氤氲成满纸心语。
Spring chill chilly, the brae canal with cool and refreshing ramble, the greenery by the path swirls, hold up is popular ripple. I am going lightly, discover book market doorway already in threes and fours collected many students, occasional has a few gentlemen with calm and at ease expression.
春寒料峭，漫步清凉的斜坡小道，道旁的绿树纷纷扬扬，撩得人心荡漾。我轻快地走着，发现书市门口已三五成群聚集了不少学生，间或有几位神情自若的先生。作文吧 WWW.zuOwEnBa.Net
On familiar inclined ramp, became lively and flourishing book market, if each stall nod bit of starlight, each have glitter, the ornament is in the sky of vast. The edge walks along Bian Qiao, the pedestrian of in an endless stream pushs lively book market watertightly. Cry out sound as one falls, want to divide a discretion to come one by one it seems that.
熟悉的斜坡道上，变成了热闹繁华的书市，各个摊位如点点星光，各有闪光，点缀在浩瀚的星空中。边走边瞧，络绎不绝的行人将热闹的书市挤得水泄不通。吆喝声此起彼伏，似乎要一一分出高低来。
I stopped footstep, stop at a stall before, be in numerous in the cry out sound that clamour, a woman wears one banquet brocade Chinese is taken, on the white bottom of plain and neat, occasional embroider is worn violet decorative pattern, especially elegance of plain and neat. She slightly low head, fair and clear face rise reveals shallow smile, hand hold Chinese ink pen, brush and ink stays sweet, abdomen of the “ below brandish pen problem has poetic book to enrage from China ” .
我停下了脚步，驻足于一个摊位前，在众多吵嚷的吆喝声中，一位女子身着一席锦缎汉服，素净的白底上，间或绣着堇色花纹，分外素净典雅。她微微地低着头，白净的脸上浮现出浅浅的微笑，手执墨笔，翰墨留香，挥笔题下“腹有诗书气自华”一句。
My nature and mood, in beginning to blend in her to jump the one's writing or painting that use. Horizontal, be like running water, refracting slow melody vertical stroke, be like green hill, declare publicly is worn infinite dignity; Cast aside, be like Xia Hua, sending out inviting fragrance; Right-falling stroke, be like Qiu Shi, the golden …… that harvesting bright those words, dwell house is in black and white world, at the moment or the dragon that be like flood dragon circles, or the snake that be like silver is waved, or be like spring Shui Huanhuan, or if Qiu Shan is extensive, write is on the move, aspersing absolutely beautiful legend in brandish it seems that, suitable sharp edge be like high mountain running water, go against sharp edge if often cultivate Qiu branch ……
我的秉性和心境，开始融入她跃动的墨迹中。横，似流水，折射着舒缓的旋律竖，似青山，昭示着无限的尊严；撇，似夏花，散发着诱人的芬芳；捺，似秋实，收获着璀璨的金黄……那些字，栖居在黑白的世界中，眼前或如蛟龙盘旋，或如银蛇舞动，或如春水涣涣，或如秋山辽阔，执笔流转间，似乎在挥洒着绝美的传奇，顺锋如高山流水，逆锋如老树虬枝……
I get drunk silently among them, that is like the feelings of water, dignified temperament, casual, soak between one character and group.
我静静地沉醉其中，那如水的情怀，端庄的气质，不经意间，浸透在一言与一行之间。
Suddenly recall once upon a time. Grandfather good calligraphy, below be influenced by what one constantly sees and hears, my leisure hour, like to rinse at one is being nodded before the desk, grind gently in inkstone edge; Love to spread one page rice paper most, on paper brandish asperses splash-ink, hold the post of nib free and easy to rise and fall, or light or heavy, or delay or urgent, correct is like You Long, all distracting thoughts of …… of get sth done without any letup are cast after the head, admire billows only not the state of Jing. Mo Xiang is elegant, accompany me to take night of day spending day, bring me interior solace.
蓦地忆起从前。爷爷好书法，耳濡目染下，我闲暇时刻，便喜欢于桌前点一滴清水，在砚台边轻轻磨；最爱铺一页宣纸，于纸上挥洒泼墨，任笔尖跌宕起伏，或轻或重，或缓或急，矫若游龙，一气呵成……一切杂念抛于脑后，只倾心于波澜不惊的境界。墨香飘逸，陪我走过日日夜夜，带给我心灵的慰藉。
More and more onerous study took up gradually my leisure time, abandoned. Nowadays, review that Mo Xiang, taste feelings of that one antrum again, in the heart more, be blast blast extensive is worn shame and the dimple to its admire.
愈来愈繁重的学习逐渐占用了我的闲暇时光，便放弃了。如今，重温那一缕墨香，重品那一腔情怀，心中更多的，是阵阵泛着羞愧与对其敬佩的涟漪。
I hold a book that admires in the heart originally in both hands, be perfectly satisfied, go slowly far. Cannot help turning round again however, that glaring smooth map is on the heart, delicate instant, an idea emerges in brain.
我捧起一本心仪的书，心满意足，缓缓地走远了。却又忍不住回头，那闪耀的光映射在心上，微妙的瞬间，一个想法在脑海里浮现。
Pick up again remove that Mo Xiang, just discover oneself did not forget all the time suddenly, did not abandon that Mo Xiang, that Mo Xiang is in bottom of the heart, plunge into already played a root. This, I am leading role.
重拾起那缕墨香，才突然发现自己一直都没有忘记，没有放弃那缕墨香，那缕墨香在心底，早已扎下了根。这次，我是主角。
In the world that I roam at black and white alternate with, get drunk to wave in book Chinese ink the …… in sweet world
我徜徉于黑白相间的世界里，沉醉在书墨飘香的世界里……(文/唐晓芳)