子夜面壁读自己的油画新作《远古的颤音》,一种混沌、悠远、复杂、欲说还休的感觉充溢整个画室和心灵,一种沉重的东西透过空气默默地压迫着我的中枢神经——我怎么会画出这样的东西?是我画的吗?好熟悉!好陌生!好亲切!一种沉雄的音乐仿佛“生命交响曲”从心灵深处,从地壳深处、从遥远的时空缓缓漫溢四流——场伟大的演出即将开始了!这是远古的颤音!这是昔日的辉煌!这是“历史的回声”啊!从长江流域古邑青墩“八卦”的故国 The night of the night to read his new oil painting “ancient tremolo”, a chaotic, distant, complex feeling of resentment filled the entire studio and the heart, a heavy stuff silently oppression through the air my central nervous - - How can I draw such a thing? Is it my painting? Good familiar! Good strange! Good kind! A kind of music like “life Symphony” from the depths of the soul, from the depths of the crust, from afar This is the ancient glory! This is the old glory! This is “the echo of history”! “From the Gouping Gulou in the Yangtze River Valley” gossip "The country