苏新平在他的画室门口向我招手。我看见白花花的阳光下一个精瘦的面目黧黑的男人。走进他位于二层楼底层的画室,那一幅幅凝重阴郁的画面带着震撼、裹挟着夏日的热风迎面扑来。 苏新平似乎不擅言辞,他从冰箱里拿了一罐雪碧给我,自己则在旁边一支接一支地抽他的烟。 Su Xinping waved to me at the door of his studio. I saw a lean man in the sunshine of white flowers. Into his studio located on the ground floor of the second floor, that a darkest picture with a shock, embracing the summer hot wind lunged. Su Xinping seems not good at rhetoric, he took a can of sprite from the fridge to me, one by one next to his smoking his cigarette.