
最近因為因緣的牽引,走入了書法的世界。
筆墨間的流轉,好似一場安靜的禪修;一筆一畫,都是心念的伸展。
人生便是這樣,在看似偶然的安排裡,不斷被提醒:學習從未止步,進步也沒有終點。
正念告訴我們,當下的每一筆,無論圓潤或粗拙,都是生命的一部分。
只要心在筆端,靈魂便得以舒展。
於是明白,不只是技藝的學習,更是對生命的一次又一次凝視與感恩。
Recently, guided by a subtle turn of fate, I stepped into the world of calligraphy.
The flow of brush and ink feels like a quiet meditation; each stroke is an extension of the heart.
Life, I realize, is just like this within what seems accidental, we are constantly reminded that learning never ends, and growth knows no boundary.
Mindfulness teaches us that every stroke, whether rounded or rough, is part of life itself. When the heart dwells at the tip of the brush, the spirit finds its freedom.
Thus I understand: entering the realm of calligraphy is not only the study of an art, but also a repeated contemplation of life, and an expression of gratitude.


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