我见过两幅《雪夜访戴图》,一张是明人夏葵的,满眼白而空的山,沉重得几乎要从画册里倒将过来。从我的额顶垂下,径直垂到眼前、心里的,则是满山的空寂,是那立轴都快盛不下了的空寂。山里的一切也凄清,那老树横斜,盘根错节、紧紧咬啮着山岩,真是死活要牵扯在一起;那两间茅草屋,八成是戴安道的家了,潜隐在山脚下,了无生息。王子猷一定也被夏葵给挤兑了,他的那叶轻舟就孤悬在 I have seen two “Snow Night Visits Dai Tu”, one is the Ming Xia Kui, full of white and empty mountains, heavy almost come down from the album. Hanging down from my forehead, straight down to the immediate, my heart, is the empty mountain of silence, that vertical axis are almost no longer empty silence. Everything in the mountains is desolate. The old trees are horizontal and oblique. There are many wrong things in my life. I was bitten by the rock. It was a matter of life and death. The two huts were home to Dai An Road, and were buried at the foot of the mountain. Lifeless. The prince 猷 must have also been run by the summer sunflower, and his leaf boat was lonely