手这是一张白石老人执握毛笔的手。手指的皮肤已渐褶皱,但拇指与食指还是蛮有力气地握着笔杆。看不出是否有抖动,但按常理而言,一位耄耋之老人的手,应当不会如一只年轻的手。我开始时,曾为这张手的特写所动容,也止不住开始我内心深处丰富的联想。比方说,联想到老树的年轮啦、什饱经风霜的沧桑啊、它所创造出的种种神奇与神话呀!但转又一想,的确,它终归是一只手。于是乎,这只手,又回到 Hand This is a white hand holding a brush old man. The fingers of the skin has been gradually wrinkled, but the thumb and forefinger still quite holding the pen. Do not see if there is any jitter, but according to common sense, the hands of an old man should not be like a young hand. When I first started, I was moved by the close-up of this hand and I could not stop starting the association that was rich in my heart. For example, think of the growth rings of the old tree, and even the weathered vicissitudes ah, it created a variety of magical and mythical ah! But turn a blind eye, indeed, it is after all a hand. Ever since, this hand, back again