那个为世人似乎略感怪僻的大画家黄永玉,在我心目中却永远都是一位可亲可爱的“黄叔叔”。五十多年前在南京,我就开始叫他“黄叔叔”,今天我已经五十多岁、头发都花白了,依然还是像从前那样爽爽快快地叫他“黄叔叔”。他在我面前也习惯地把这个称谓当成他自己的“名字”,每当他送书、送画册给我时,所写的题赠署名就是“黄叔叔”。光阴的无情推移,世态的剧烈演化,丝毫没有改变这种水涨船高的 Huang Yongyu, a great painter who seems to be a little weird to the world, has always been a delightful “Uncle Huang” in my mind. More than fifty years ago in Nanjing, I started to call him “Uncle Huang,” and today I’m in my fifties with gray hair. I still call him “Uncle Huang” so refreshingly. He used the term as his own “name” in front of me. Whenever he sent a book or sent an album to me, he wrote the title “Uncle Huang.” The relentless passage of time, the dramatic evolution of the world, did not change this soar