丙戌之秋,吾负笈北上,游学于京华,不觉已数年矣。京都乃精英荟萃之地,艺事展会络绎不绝,大家名角出没其间,此皆目之所未及也。吾蒙师友指教,茅塞顿开,受益良多。又常与知己二三子聚,谈书论艺,须臾间忽有所悟。拙书不工,生性愚钝,然有不移之志;吾虽顽石,难以成器,唯存自律之心,因以琢庐自励。吾性喜静,每爱独处。自居于京,离乡背井,烦扰渐远。当夜幕以降,周遭车马趋静,孤灯与我相伴,遂闲啜清茶,漫临古帖,真人生快事,恍惚天地之间,唯吾独在。或心游于书籍之中,犹与高人雅士相接,每遇有动于心者,皆记之二三语。既倦而眠,酣 Autumn of the Bingxu, I negative 笈 north, travel in Jinghua, unconsciously for years. Kyoto is the place where the elite gather together, and the art shows will continue in an endless stream. Wu Meng mentor advice, open up, benefit a lot. And often confidante twenty-three children together, talk about the book on art, must suddenly find time between enlightenment. I clumsy book, raw dull, but there are ambitions; I though hard stone, difficult to become a device, only the self-discipline of the heart, because of self-motivating cottage. I am quiet, love each other alone. Since living in Beijing, their own homes, numbness away. When the night to drop, surrounded by cars and horses static, solitary lights and I accompanied, then idle sip tea, Man Pro ancient posts, real life quick, trance between heaven and earth, only I alone. Or heart in books, Utah and Ascension phase, every move, are recorded in the second language. Both tired and sleep, insolent