转眼,“圆明园画家村”解散已经十年了。十年,虽然只是时间隧道里的一霎,但对于一个人却很容易油生“时间老去”的感觉。常常,当一些旧友重逢,看到他们一个个饱经风霜的样子时,我都会有一种物是人非的苍茫感。是呀,青春已经跟我们不辞而别,甚至都没有来得及挥一挥衣袖,便带走了西山脚下那些个多姿多彩的生命篇章…… Blink of an eye, “Yuanmingyuan painter village ” has been dissolved for ten years. Ten years, although only a moment in the tunnel of time, but for a person is very easy to oil and oil “time getting old” feeling. Often, when some of my old friends meet again to see them all weather-beaten, I have a feeling of being insecure. Yeah, youth has gone away with us and did not even have time to wave his sleeves away from those colorful life chapters at the foot of the Western Hills ...