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我在外漂泊一晃十年了,得失与个中滋味自己强忍着吞下去。记得当我踏上美国的第一天,有一种进入梦境般的喜悦,但第二天就失落了,第三天就进入了茫然,第四、第五天是悔恨、挣扎和希望搅和在一起,已经不是味了。当妻子同我拿着作品去拥抱主流社会时,尽管妻子的语言还过得去,但他们似乎不明白:梅兰竹菊会说话,黑白绘画世界还能表达不同的人生。他们把我当成了百年前的老人,怎么也无法与我沟通。
I am wandering a flash for ten years, gains and losses, I endured to swallow. I remember the first day I embarked on the United States, there is a joy into the dream, but lost the next day, the third day into a loss, fourth, fifth day is remorse, struggle and hope to mix together , Is not the taste. When the wife and I hold works to embrace the mainstream society, they do not seem to understand that although their language is acceptable, Mei Lanchuju can speak and the black and white painting world can express different lives. They treated me as a hundred years old and could not communicate with me.