1盆景,不是水中月、镜中花;不是酒鬼,醉了还手抱空瓶不放;也不是空空如也的思念,像烟头堆满烟缸一样,堆满心空。他走遍山山水水,带不回一片让他痴迷的风景,他就用一块石头雕刻他的想念。豆瓣石、千层石、斧劈石、鸡骨石,每一块顽石,他都要盯上多少天,哪作主峰,哪作配峰,力求浑然一体,仿佛神来之笔。他把全部的心思,点点滴滴倾注在盆景 1 bonsai, not the moon in the water, the mirror in the flower; not an alcoholic, drunk off the empty bottle to hold; nor is it empty thoughts, like a cigarette butt filled with ashtray, full of empty heart. He traveled the mountains and rivers, brought back a landscape that fascinated him, he used a stone carving his miss. Water chestnut stone, Melaleuca stone, ax stone, chicken bone stone, each piece of stone, he should keep an eye on the number of days, which made the main peak, which made with the peak, and strive seamless, as if the highest priority. He put all the thoughts, bit by bit in the bonsai