我曾经是一群喜欢画画的热血青年中的一员。在那个年代,不为什么,就是喜欢。“文化大革命”期间,物质生活、精神生活十分贫乏,画画成为我们唯一的精神生活的支柱。几个乃至几十个画友经常在一起画素描、速写和色彩,觉得有意义,起码不荒废自己。我们约伴到江边、街头、码头、车站写生,足迹踏遍武汉三镇。不知怎么,今天的城市已经看不到此情此景了。我记得一个画友借到了一个伏尔泰的石膏像,但三天后就得还。我们约好三四个人一起到我家里挑灯夜战画素描写生,有时甚至是通宵,为的是在归还石膏之前画完。那个年代,美术资料奇缺,几 I used to be a group of passionate young people who like to draw. In those days, not why, just like. During the “Cultural Revolution”, material and spiritual life was poor and painting became the only pillar of our spiritual life. Several or even dozens of picture friends often draw together sketches, sketches and colors that make sense, at least not to waste themselves. We accompanied to the riverside, the streets, wharves, station sketches, footsteps traveled Wuhan three towns. Somehow, today’s city can not see this scene. I remember an artist borrowing a Voltaire plaster figure, but he got it in three days. We made an appointment with three or four people to go to my house to pick up the night wwi sketch sketches, and sometimes even overnight, in order to finish before returning the plaster. That era, the lack of art information, a few