If Xia Huazhi is gorgeous,be born, be like the static beauty of double ended radius sleeker to death. It is originally accidentally copy out, when start to write or draw, was to be stupefied however very long. This word is like ever was acquainted, but be stupefied is to be unable to call to mind. It is good that till yesterday somebody examines minutely her word when looking, ability suddenly remembers, that is a word on maternal copybook.
生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。本是无意间的誊写，落笔时，却是愣了很久。这句话似曾相识，但愣是想不起来。直到昨日有人追问我她的字好不好看时，才蓦然想起，那是母亲字帖上的一句话。
Actually, painting and calligraphy, it is the vermilion mole of maternal mind all the time. Young when, mother because the word is beautiful, be taken a fancy to by teacher lecturer, teach her to write brush word, this is insufficient still, returned conveniently to impart the skill of maternal traditional Chinese painting. The picture trick that does not know a mother how, but the running hand of maternal brush, when she is young, had taken first prize of peaceful wave city. As her only daughters, I not only write skill ugly not the word of pleasant to see, and also do not have a bit interest to painting and calligraphy. Respecting my word, the mother always laughs helplessly.
其实，书画，一直是母亲心头的朱砂痣。年轻的时候，母亲就因为字美，被大学老师看中，教她写毛笔字，这还不够，还顺带传授了母亲国画的技巧。不知道母亲的画技如何，但母亲毛笔的行书，在她年轻时，拿过宁波市一等奖。作为她唯一的女儿，我不但写一手丑得不入眼的字，而且对书画也没有丝毫兴趣。说到我的字，母亲总是无奈地笑笑。
Remember me in one's childhood, the mother can write now and then, before procumbent computer desk, the pen of a black, a jotter, enough let her mood fly upwards. She also can be made the same score spread rice paper, write down a string of running hand, see Chinese ink lubricious apply colours to a drawing, it is her greatest pleasure probably.
记得我小时候，母亲偶尔会写字，匍匐电脑桌前，一支黑色的钢笔，一本笔记本，足以让她心绪飞扬了。她也会平铺开宣纸，写下一串行书，看墨色渲染，或许是她最大的乐趣。
Wait for me a bit growner, mother already not quite start to write or draw gives birth to wind, dip knew tea of vinegar of sauce of bavin salt oily rice in terrestrial fireworks, still carry a burden that raises me to teach me. Every time when I write task, the mother always can work to mine aside judge criticize an aspect, but those who criticize an aspect is not content, however word. I now and then case promote, also can write a composition let her teach me to write, she teachs very seriously, wish special competence completely a place of strategic importance arrives here. But I slant sneaking, always write the word so that in disorder ground pushs lightly, did not play patiently. The mother also does not force I, laugh can lightly only, but I always feel, this laughed at li of attack by surprise to enter sadness.
等我长大一点，母亲早已不太落笔生风了，浸在人间烟火里认识了柴盐油米酱醋茶，还担起养我教我的担子。每当我书写作业的时候，母亲总会在一边对我的作业评评点点，但评点的不是内容，而是字。我偶尔起兴，也会作文让她教我写字，她教得很认真，恨不得把看家本领都一股脑儿塞到我这里。可我偏不争气，总把字写得横七竖八地扒拉一下，就没耐心地玩去了。母亲也不逼我，只会淡淡地笑笑，但我总觉得，这抹笑里掩进了忧伤。
Nowadays I already need not ground of maternal handgrip hand worried about, the pen can be carried to write afresh again when her leisure then, I look at straight boast to be written good-lookingly, and the mother still is light in that way laugh and not language. I do not understand at first, why does the mother laugh some are sadly, former mother translates the word that writes before, she what did not carry a pen more than 10 years, compare, also understood difference, the mother is not written piece in those days word. And my impression is the deepest is a mother if Xia Huazhi is gorgeous,that “ is born, be like the work of the static beautiful ” of double ended radius sleeker to death.
如今我已不用母亲手把手地操心了，于是她闲暇时又会重新提笔写字，我看着直夸写得好看，而母亲依然是那样淡淡地笑而不语。我起初不明白，母亲为何笑得有些难过，原来母亲翻出以前写的字，十多年未提笔的她，一比较，也就明白了差距，母亲写不出当年的字了。而我印象最深的是母亲那幅“生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美”的作品。
It is the dream when the mother is junior then probably, belong to the girl's dream, once was reluctant to leave hops of poem of painting and calligraphy of musical instrument chess, godchild of husband of photograph of in the end, was boiled to fall after the flesh generation every dirt. Actually, she can without any consideration, of one mind goes picture of compile a book, if Xia Huazhi is gorgeous,let oneself, but touch nowadays blood is thick nevertheless the friendly feelings at water, sludge of willing generation dirt, be like the static beauty of double ended radius sleeker next.
或许那是母亲年少时的梦境，属于少女的梦境，曾经留恋琴棋书画诗酒花，到头来相夫教子，被世俗滚落了一世凡尘。其实，她大可不管不顾，一心潜修书画，让自己如夏花之绚烂，但如今抵不过血浓于水的情谊，甘愿一世尘泥，然后如秋叶之静美。
Abandon a pen when the mother, she is clear, she also cannot resemble same before put pen to paper again, and when my start to write or draw when, I am clear, I am not written give skill good word, however behoove lets this love aeon live forever!
当母亲弃笔，她就明白，她再也无法像原来一样落笔了，而当我落笔的时候，我就明白，我写不出一手好字，却理应让这份爱永世长存！(文/胡嘉瑄)