年轻时,他背着画具、口袋里揣着两个馒头、穿着一袭青衫便去翻那高山峻岭,见着动人的景致,掏出画笔,或泪水盈眶,或万物皆空,一坐下便是半天。山色渐晚、雾色渐浓,觉得实在饿了,便从上衣口袋里掏出冷馒头啃个一口,有时馒头沾着颜料,也是浑然不觉地咽了下去——他相信大自然定是不会辜负他这一片赤诚之心。此时,看山是山,看山不是山,看山又是山了。 When he was young, he was carrying a painting with two buns in his pocket, dressed in a blue shirt and going over the mountains and mountains. He saw the moving scenery, took out a brush, or tears, or everything was empty. One Sit down for half a day. The color of the mountain was getting late, the fog was getting thick, and I felt really hungry. I took a cold bread from the jacket pocket and ate some buns. Sometimes the bread was smeared with paint, and it was unknowingly swallowed. He believed nature was Will not disappoint him this sincere heart. At this point, the mountains are mountains, mountains are not mountains, mountains and mountains.