我从小爱读图。无论是亲朋家的中堂画,还是偶得的书中彩页,都能让我神游古今中外,怔怔地愣上好一阵。2007年,第一次见到绘本《小石狮》,立即被古朴的画面拴住了心,仿佛回到了我童年时的小镇,听到青石板上滴答的雨声,抚到小石桥上坑洼的创痕。绘本里平实的文字,几乎都是句号结尾,不经华丽雕饰,但却那么有力地唤着我,回 I love reading pictures since I was young. Both friends and family painting in the hall, or even the color pages of the book, can make me funeral all over the world, stared for a while stunned. In 2007, for the first time to see the picture book “Little Stone Lion”, immediately quilt the heart of the quaint picture, as if back to my childhood town, I heard the ticking rain on the Qing Shiban, caress to the small stone bridge on the pit Wa wound marks. Pictures of the plain text, almost all ends, without gorgeous carving, but so powerful to call me, back