初春的北京,空气中仍有几许微凉。我坐着慢吞吞的无轨电车下班回家。透过玻璃车窗,望着闪烁的霓虹灯广告和往来匆忙的人流,心中不免有些伤感:现代工业文明在加快生活节奏的同时,似乎也冲淡了北京城古老文化的韵味和艺术之花的芳香。电车停在了美术馆前,猛然间一抹亮丽的色彩映入眼帘。我看到一张招贴画上写着这样一行小字: “德国画家雷内·伯尔个人画展:1996.3.25—31”。 Beijing early spring, the air is still slightly cool. I sit in a slow trolley bus home from get off work. Looking through the glass windows, looking at the flashing neon signs and the rush of traffic, the heart can not help but feel sad: While accelerating the pace of life, modern industrial civilization seems to dilute the aroma of the ancient culture of Beijing and the flower of art. Tram parked in front of the museum, suddenly a touch of bright colors greeted. I saw a small print on the poster saying: “German painter René Burr solo exhibition: March 25, 1996.”