绘画是一面镜子;在这面镜子里,你只能照见你自己。绘画者如何言说,言说那花儿般正在开放的生命;如何记住,记住那些美好却转瞬即逝的美妙一刻;生命无论是孤寂还是热烈,无论是夏花还是秋叶,谁能逃脱时间之手?人们在无常的生命中期待有常,无论时空怎样运转,我们的信仰,我们的仰望,依然在这个世界的某地守候着,如同你我都不曾到来时的那世界的最初……艺术家,如同诗人或哲人,首先要建立自己的精神 Painting is a mirror; in this mirror you can only see yourself. How to remember, remember those beautiful but fleeting wonderful moment; life, whether lonely or warm, whether summer or autumn leaves, who can escape the time People expect lifelessness in impermanence, and no matter how time and space work, our faith, our hope, are still waiting somewhere in this world, just as the first of the world when you and I have never come ... Artists, like poets or philosophers, must first establish their own spirit