余自记事起,便喜欢写写画画。这一兴趣是自然的,完全来自童心。时过三十余载,每到老家采风,总要去老屋转转,在斑驳的墙面上,回味孩提时留下的痕迹。曾经多少时间,在林间漫步,山涧寻幽,溪边小憩……体悟大自然的真气,使我沉静、遐思。如今,在城市生活久了,内心总觉得缺少了什么。于是,挎上相 I remember writing and drawing since I started to remember things. This interest is natural, entirely from innocence. When more than thirty years, every home to collect the wind, always go to the old house around, in the mottled wall, reminding children of the time left traces. How much time had been spent in the woods, wandering through the woods, searching for secluded streams, rest on streams ... realizing the infuriating nature and making me calm and reverie. Today, living in the city for a long time, the heart always felt what is missing. So, collapse on the phase