风起，花落尽，悠悠往事浮上心，风轻轻吹过，吹落了夹在书中的一张张纸，扑面而来的墨香，唤醒了珍藏在我底的记忆。
The wind rises, the flowers fall, and the distant past floats in my heart. The gentle breeze blows away the sheets of paper sandwiched in the book, and the ink fragrance that hits my face awakens the memories that are cherished in my heart.
夏的树梢散发出柔和的光，悄悄路过的风儿吹散了一地斑驳，天空像被飓风吹了一夜。干净的没有一丝白。
The treetops of summer emit a soft light, and the wind passing quietly blows away the mottled ground. The sky seems to have been blown by a hurricane all night. Clean without a trace of whiteness.
儿时，我每日最喜欢的便是到爷爷的书房那一只只的毛笔整齐的摆放在书桌上，只见爷爷提笔，再落下，一幅苍尽有力的大字便跃然纸上，不懂的我，只是站在一旁为爷爷研墨，那清新的味道向我扑面而来，不禁看着出了神，爷爷冲我笑了笑，那时的笔墨的味道便深深印在了我的脑海中。出自 wwW.zuoWEnBA.nEt
When I was a child, my favorite thing to do every day was to go to my grandfather's study and neatly place the brushes on the desk. I saw my grandfather pick up the brush, then drop it down, and a powerful big character jumped onto the paper. As someone who didn't understand, I just stood aside and studied the ink for my grandfather. The fresh scent rushed towards me, and I couldn't help but be amazed. My grandfather smiled at me, and the taste of the brush and ink at that time was deeply imprinted in my mind.
阳光被云层揉碎，坠入盛夏梧桐枝头，洒在朝气蓬勃少年俊朗的脸上，其细小的绒毛被闪闪金光所温暖，绽放了新生的希望。
The sun was crushed by the clouds and fell into the branches of wutong trees in midsummer. It was sprinkled on the handsome face of the energetic young man, whose tiny hairs were warmed by the glittering golden light, and gave birth to the hope of rebirth.
毛笔是在我三年级的时候，爷爷把我叫进书房，拿起毛笔，在纸上挥动，两个大字便苍劲有力的跃然纸上，爷爷握着我的手，在纸上挥动，歪歪斜斜的字，显然是不能与爷爷相比的，时间一长，我便不想再到爷爷书房了，那时的我感到墨香中又夹杂了些烦躁的味道。
When I was in third grade, my grandfather called me into his study, picked up the brush, waved it on paper, and two big characters jumped vigorously onto the paper. My grandfather held my hand and waved it on the paper. The crooked characters were obviously incomparable to my grandfather's. After a long time, I didn't want to go to his study anymore. At that time, I felt that the ink fragrance was mixed with a sense of annoyance.
当最后一抹残阳消失在天际，夜色悄然降临，有整座城市立即转变为另一种光亮，满城的霓虹如同被墨水晕染过的天暮，重新染成绮丽幻景。
When the last rays of the sun disappear into the sky and night quietly falls, the entire city immediately transforms into another kind of light, and the neon lights throughout the city are like ink dyed dusk, re dyed into a beautiful illusion.
“甜甜，你过来一下。”我抬头望，爷爷正笑着看问我，我跟着爷爷走进书房，那笔墨的清香的味道便扑面而来，爷爷让我拿起毛笔，字写得依然不是很好，可那淡淡墨香却使人沁人心脾，爷爷不紧不慢地说道：“习字时要专注，一专注便把所有不愉快的事都抛之脑后了。”再识笔墨，没有了烦躁，更多的是令人陶醉的芳香。
Sweetheart, come over here for a moment. "I looked up and saw my grandfather smiling and asking me. I followed him into the study, and the fragrance of ink and brush wafted into my face. My grandfather asked me to pick up a brush, but my handwriting was still not very good, but the faint ink fragrance was refreshing. My grandfather said calmly," When learning to write, you need to focus. Once you focus, you will forget all unpleasant things. "Knowing ink and brush again, there is no restlessness, but more intoxicating fragrance.
那一张张纸夹在我的书中，笔墨的清香也将永远珍藏在我心底。
Those pieces of paper are sandwiched in my book, and the fragrance of ink and brush will forever be cherished in my heart.