一支柔毫,画美人,画江湖好汉,画山水花鸟,都浸泡着秦淮河的烟水,湿漉漉的,奇怪的是,哪怕他画桌椅板凳电灯电话,也温温湿湿缠缠绵绵;奇怪的是,他那题画的句子,头上一句脚上一句,读起来却又那么和谐恰当,甚至非如此不可;他那精妙通透的文字, A gentle, painting beauty, painting rivers and lakes hero, painting landscape flowers and birds, are soaked in Qinhuai River, wet, strangely enough, even if he painted desks and chairs bench lamp telephone, but also warm temperature wet and tangled; strange Yes, his sentence of the title, a sentence on his head, read it so harmoniously appropriate, or even not so; his exquisite and transparent text,