我从小做梦都在寻找画册,尝见如椽大笔疾走空中,指点迷津,但在现实中投师无门,仅靠在“破四旧”的碎瓷山里翻找匠人画迹,聊慰丹青之情。援藏期间得暇浪迹荒原,访竖牧野老,询僧俗逸闻,兼为《西藏研究》插图搜罗素材。每作钢笔写生,辄乐不思归,归途披星戴月, I was dreaming all the time I was looking for an album, try to see such as rafters big strides in the sky, pointing maze, but in reality the cast without the door, only in the Danqing of the situation. Aid Tibet during the spare time wilderness wasteland, interviewed Makino old man, asked the monks vulgar anecdote, and “Tibet Studies” illustrations collecting material. Each pen sketch, no music at every turn, the way to wear the stars Dai,