少年时迷上素描,一支铅笔,急速在纸面上滑动,明明暗暗,就能旋转出光影的磊落来,很立体,像黑白电影。有一年,去武汉大学看樱花。樱花如云霞一般绚烂,风一吹,便雪一般纷纷扬扬。校园的一角,樱花树下,支起的画板上,一个少年的笔尖正灵活地在纸面上舞蹈。在他对面,是一个年轻的女孩子,肌肤雪白,明眸如水,气质清纯。默默走近去看,竟看呆了。是那样灵气横溢的一支笔, When he was a teenager, he fell in love with a sketch, a pencil, and quickly slides on the surface of paper. Obviously, he would be able to rotate out of the shadows of light and shadow. It was a three-dimensional, black-and-white movie. One year, I went to Wuhan University to see cherry blossoms. Sakura is generally smashed and the wind blows, so the snow generally rises. On the corner of the campus, under the cherry tree, on the drawing board, a teenager's nib is dancing flexibly on paper. Opposite him, is a young girl with white skin, bright and clear water, pure temperament. When we approached it silently, we looked and stayed. It is such a refulgant pen.