这是父亲在他短短的59年生命中留下的惟一的一本画集，况且是在他死后方才面世的! 对于父亲来说，这是遗憾呢还是欣慰? 不堪回首加年前的那个可怕的日子，父亲突发脑溢血去世，没有给我们留下片言只语。书案上，砚池里还蓄着他新研的一泓墨；枕头旁，他临睡前翻阅的《诗人玉屑》还不及合拢；他惯常用的那只缺损的瓷杯里，新泡的茶尚有微微的余热。 This is the only one his father left in his short 59 years of life, but it was not until he died that he was born! For his father, is it still a relief, or are you relieved? Terrible day, father died of stroke, did not leave us a word. On the book case, Yan Chih-chih also housed a new ink of his new study; beside the pillow, the poet jade pieces he had read before going to sleep were less than closed; his usual cup of tea, There is still a slight waste heat.