蔡志松的工作室在京城东面一处叫香格里拉的地方。拐了几个错误的弯,误走了几条死胡同,人影憧憧,头昏眼花,似乎那座世外桃源是永远都找不到的秘境。终于辨明了方向,踏入大门。夏日荫正浓,百叶窗边,一道道的淡影下,一团巴掌大的云朵正漂浮在镜面之上,倒映出一个缓缓摇晃的影子,悠游散逸。再转头,高耸到天花板的秦俑满身铜片,束发成髻。他张开双臂以基督的姿势低下头,悲悯看人,头顶有天光。 Cai Zhisong’s studio in the east of the capital called Shangri-La place. Turn a few wrong bend, mistakenly walked a few dead ends, silhouette dazzling, dizzy, it seems that paradise is never to find the secret. Finally identified the direction, step into the door. Summer shade is thick, blinds side, a Road Light, a large slap in the face of the clouds are floating above the mirror, reflecting a slowly shaking shadow, leisurely swim. Then turn around, towering to the ceiling of Terracotta Army covered with copper, hair bun into. He opened his arms and bowed his head in the position of Christ, compassionate to see people, the sky above his head.