对我而言,洒满热血的红土和扑面而来的大山是故乡永恒的记忆。记得小时候,我经常会脚踩着红土地,仰望着庐山的五老峰、汉阳峰等山峰,尤其是夏初山顶的白雪和秋末山火的红光,无数个日日夜夜一直萦绕在脑海中,这种魂牵梦萦的感觉从未淡去。其后,我离开了家乡来到了桂林,“甲天下”的山水依然有红色的热土和山石,同时,油画也是抹不去的情结。但在早期的几年里,那一直流连在浅水低洼的红土与草地之中的山峰是望 To me, the warmth of red clay and blowing the mountain is the eternal memory of the hometown. I remember when I was young, I often walked on the red land with my feet on my back, looking up to the peaks of Mount Wulong and Hanyang Peak in Lushan, especially the snow in the early summer and the red light in the autumn, there are countless days and nights lingering in my mind In the midst of this feeling of dreaming has never faded. Later, I left my hometown to come to Guilin. There are still red hotspots and rocks in the landscapes of “Jia Tian Tian”. At the same time, oil painting can not be eaten. But in the early years, the mountain that had been flowing in the shallow, low-lying red earth and meadow