During my years in Zhao Wanli, I have consulted several calligraphy masters for Mo Bao. Every time the rice paper is spread out and the pen and ink are mixed evenly, when the master asks me what words I want, I always say that I like the meaning of "still water is deep". Whenever this happens, the masters always take a period of time out of the bamboo tube and remain silent for a long time. This silence gives me a vague sense of depth. However, I don't know why, every time the masters leave behind, it is not the words "still water is deep". I have some regrets, but I didn't think deeply. Not long ago, when I asked a friend of my age for these four words again, he said frankly: I dare not write these four words. This really surprised me. China's calligraphy is extensive and profound. A friend said that anyone who makes ink has deep awe of Chinese characters. Generally speaking, you have to work hard and understand deeply before you dare to write profound words. The phrase "still water flows deeply" is strange at first, but you can concentrate carefully. Deep in your heart, you feel a surging force. What is this? It's hard to ponder thoroughly at the moment, how can you easily put pen to paper? I remembered that I was unruly in those years, and my life longed for a warning from an epigram, an exhortation that really flowed from my blood and soul, so I began to look for it. That year, I came back from drifting at sea, and after a night of waterway, I walked onto the deck in the morning. I was suddenly surprised: I didn't see the stormy waves I imagined at all. It was a vast and boundless silence, which made the water glow with the original breadth and depth of life, and made me feel the peaceful and frank breathing in my hometown plain ... the calm water was deep. That is, at that moment, the spring in my heart poured out this Zen meaning of life. What a good opportunity and opportunity this is. My friends can't help but be moved by my "mortal motto": yes, and the words "still water is deep" are literally quiet, without the arrogance of stretching your arms and kicking your legs. They are naturally arranged together, not showing mountains and not showing dew, bluffing. Even with everyone's demeanor, I dare not wave easily when encountering such words. There is a saying: a bamboo tube is safe in the world, and there is a beautiful heart hidden inside! I was moved by my friend's understanding. I think of a poet's monologue: ... grinding ink with your left hand and reading a roll of Han bamboo slips with your right hand. Read it until I understand that the ink is very thick and I have dipped my pen. At this moment, facing that blank sheet of paper, I feel that I am going to be reborn in the vast universe. How delicious this day is, others are not humane enough ... I remember what a poet friend said when he returned from the Yellow River: Our mother river is not always roaring. In the middle reaches of the Yellow River, there is a section of silt that looks like stagnation. However, even the Yellow River boatmen who have struggled with the rapids dare not put their boats here, because the middle of the river is alive and no one can tell how deep it is ... I also think of those who have experience in crossing the river. Before wading, they always habitually grab a stone and throw it into the water to measure the water depth. The higher the splash, the louder the sound and the shallower the river. A river that doesn't splash much water and can't hear much water must be unfathomable ... I just think about it and my heart is surging again. Endless silence is the fullness of life. Water is the source of life; Flow is the embodiment of life; Depth is the moral of life (jiè) ...