我父亲是油画、水粉画家。我从很小就看父亲作画。上世纪的中国,拥有自己画室的画家是不多的,在从前的许多年里,父亲的画架常常随意支在家中的某个角落。我在油画颜料清苦的气味中看父亲怎样把空白的画布铺满颜色。在文化萧条的年代,父亲的油画大都背朝外靠在墙角,而水粉、水彩则被平铺在褥子底下。至今我还记得,当有人前来看画时,母亲是怎样协助父亲掀开厚厚的褥 My father is oil painting, gouache painter. I grew up to see my father painting. In the last century in China, there were not many painters who owned their own studio. In the past many years, his father’s easel often stood at some corner of the house. My father in the bitter smell of oil paints how to blank the canvas covered with color. In the era of cultural depression, most of his father’s oil paintings drew back to the outside while the gouache and watercolors were laid under the mattress. So far I still remember how mothers helped fathers open thick mattresses when they came to see them