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我从小接触书法,但没把书法当成高深的艺术。我们家人祖祖辈辈都是农民,一村几十户人家都不识字。亲戚夸我父亲识字时,他会自嘲说:“南瓜大的字认识一箩筐”。在农村,会写字就有饭吃。我们哥仨春节前去给乡亲们写春联,人家会留你吃饭,有被尊重的感觉,满足了我有文化的虚荣心。还记得当年当兵时,临走前父母问我需要带什么,我就带了毛笔,想着到了部队应该能派上用场。在部队时,我是机要通讯兵,二十四小时值班,干一天休一天。那是一九七六年,黑白电视刚开始
I grew up with calligraphy, but I did not regard calligraphy as a profound art. Our ancestors are peasants of all ages, a village dozens of families are illiterate. Relatives boast my father literacy, he would laugh at himself: “Pumpkin big word to know a basket.” In rural areas, there will be a meal to write. We go to the folks Spring Festival couplets to write couplets, others will stay for your meal, have been respected feeling, to meet my cultural vanity. I remember when I was a soldier, before leaving, my parents asked me what I needed to take. I took the brush and thought it would be useful for the troops to come forward. When in the army, I am a confidential communications officer, on duty for 24 hours, taking a day out. That was in 1976, black and white television has just begun