深秋的夜晚,孤灯独照,我又一次拿出《黄州寒食诗帖》,展纸读帖,起笔蘸墨,拉扯线条。此前一次次的临摹和把玩,使我对于诗贴技法布局和线条情势早已了然于心,运成于手,然而我清晰地感觉到这张千年手迹和我有着一段永远也无法缩短的距离。这种距离不是漫长的岁月之河的横亘,也不意味着后来者通过努力就能超越。一那会是什么呢?今夜我又一次如此发问。斯人已去,我自然无法穿越时间去追问这诗帖的 Late autumn night, solitary light alone, I once again come up with “cold poetry posts in Huangzhou,” exhibition paper reading posts, dipped in ink, pulling lines. This time and again to copy and play, so I poetry stickers techniques and lines of the situation has long been a matter of heart, into hand, but I clearly feel that this millennium handwriting and I will never be shortened distance. This distance is not a long river across the years, it does not mean that later efforts can be beyond. What would that be? Tonight I asked again. Si people have gone, I naturally can not go through time to ask this poem posts