我看到在胡靖的风景中总有一种永远无法挥去的乡愁,那些风景是他难以割舍的家乡,一直在向他倾诉着来自故土的召唤。此刻的我也尾随着他的绘画驻足在风景的面前,看风摇动树叶,云彩移出画面,听雨的声音。海浪的节拍,饮吸炊烟和稻草的香气。是城市的嘈杂与高楼,把他带到乡村的。是乡愁的呼唤把他带到乡村的,那是一种不可替代的恋情,时刻在心中牵挂。很多年了,已经很多年,他只要坐在风景的面前,全部的安慰就会回来,自然真的就如同一个温暖的怀抱,真情地将他揽在怀中,抚平他的相思,他的寂寞,他的伤痛。 I saw in the scenery of Hu Jing there is always a nostalgia can never go away, those scenery is his hometown hard to break away, has been to tell him the call from his homeland. At the moment I also followed his paintings to stop in front of the scenery, watching the wind shake the leaves, the clouds out of the picture, listening to the sound of the rain. The beat of the waves, smoking smoke and the smell of straw. The city’s noisy and tall buildings brought him to the country. Is the nostalgia call took him to the village, it is an irreplaceable love affair, always concerned about the heart. For many years, many years, he just sit in front of the scenery, all comfort will come back, nature is really like a warm embrace, truthfully embraced him in his arms, he smoothed his Acacia, his Lonely, his pain.