一我又一次来到沙村。明知逝者不可追,不会在这依山傍水的小村庄里遇见那个一次次牵动我思绪的老人。但我固执地相信,他没有走远,他的灵魂一定依附于村庄的许多事物里。我隔几年拜访一次黎斋,在那个并不大的院落里徘徊。我攀上吱呀作响的楼梯,进入光线暗淡的二楼,板壁上巨幅的裸女油画扑面而来,她们坐着,站着,或穿过青草丛生的旷野,或骑在枣红色的马上……体态丰腴,目光悠远,这是他留下的气息,尽管这所有板壁上的油画,都 Once again, I came to Sha Village. Knowing that the dead can not be chased, and will not meet the old man who touched my thoughts again and again in the small village where there are mountains and rivers. But I stubbornly believe that he did not go far, his soul must be attached to many things in the village. I interviewed Lebanon every few years, wandering in that small courtyard. I climbed up the creaky stairs and entered the dimly lit second floor. The huge nude oil painting on the wall flaunts, and they sit, stand, or walk through the grassy wilderness, or ride on the maroon ... ... body fullness, long-term vision, this is the breath he left behind, despite all the painting on the wall, all