“文革”中有一天,在高尔泰处境最艰难的时候,我偷偷溜进他的房间。他拿出一幅不大的油画给我看,笑着问我:“你看这画的是什么?”画上展现出一幅北国严冬的景象:一片倾斜的雪原上,有几株挣扎着的枯树和几丛被寒风压倒的枯草。背景是一片凄厉的冷色,一抹残阳,透出恐怖的血 One day in the Cultural Revolution, I slipped into his room while Gautai was in the most difficult situation. He showed me a small piece of oil painting and asked me with a smile: “What do you think this painting is painting?” The painting shows a picture of a harsh winter in the north: there are several strains on a sloping snowfield Struggling dead trees and a few clusters of hay overwhelmed by the cold wind. The background is a mournful cold, touch the sun, revealing the horrible blood