“你,一会看我,一会看云;我觉得,你看我时很远,你看云时很近。”读沐斋的画作,我会时时想起顾城的这首《远和近》。很远还是很近,这是个微妙的问题。我们常常距离自己很远而不自知,但在沐斋这里,在他的文字里,在他的笔墨里,我常常得以接近自己。沐斋,号风子,是我最为钦佩的才子,不打折扣地钦佩。我没有见过他,也没有打算专程见面,但这并不妨碍我 “You will look at me for a moment and look at the cloud for a while. I think when you look at me, I am far away when you look at the clouds.” “When I read Mu Zhai’s paintings, I always think of Gu’s song” near". It is a subtle question as far as it is close. We are often far away from ourselves without realizing it, but in Muzhai here, in his writing, I often get close to myself in his writing. Mu Zhai, No. wind, is my most admired wit, without any admiration. I have not seen him, nor did I intend to make a special trip, but this does not hinder me