我爱画画,毋宁说我更爱大自然。 生活在纷繁喧嚣的人世间,我觉得很累,时常想坐下来画几笔,把心沉到画里去,有一种愉悦感。淡淡的水墨渲染把我的思绪融人一种宁静、旷远的记忆中,把我引向自我超越的空间。我又回归了大自然。 我常在老树旁呆坐,冥想,倾听树叶的沙沙声。春去秋来,花开花落,这一切似乎与人世间毫不相干,然而,就在这对自然的片刻 I love painting, but rather I love nature more. Living in the noisy world of people, I feel tired, often want to sit down and draw a few pen, the heart sink into the painting, there is a sense of pleasure. A faint ink rendering of my thoughts into a quiet, Kuangyuan memory, lead me to the space beyond self. I am back to nature again. I often sat next to the old tree, meditation, listening to the rustle of the leaves. Spring and autumn, flowers bloom, all this seems nothing to do with the human world, however, in this moment of nature