初晤书法家张旭光,是2011年季春,他赠我一摞洋洋大观的著述;再晤,已是仲夏,又赠我一摞大而有当、当之无愧的著述。抽空展读,但觉千岩万壑,纷红骇绿,目不暇接,一言难尽。难说就不说,干脆置之案旁,不理。稍后赴重庆,晚间写作,忽然想起了张旭光,遂闭目凝神,拿他的印象碎片做归纳,相隔千里,空间上的美感跃跃欲出,然而时间上还显逼近,面貌既清晰又模糊,眉毛胡子缠绕在一起,剪不断,理还乱。鲁迅有言, Zhang Xuguang, a calligrapher who met at the beginning of 2011, presented me with a stack of books about the grandness of the ocean. In the interim, it was midsummer and gave me a stack of large and deserved writings. Take the time to read the exhibition, but I feel thousands of rock Yan Yan, red and green, dizzying, a word difficult to explain. Hard to say, do not say, simply set aside the case, ignore. Later went to Chongqing, writing at night, suddenly remembered Zhang Xuguang, then turn a blind eye, to take his impression of debris induction, separated by a thousand miles, spatially aesthetically pleasing, but time is approaching, the face is clear and fuzzy , Eyebrows beard intertwined, cut constantly, chaos. Lu Xun words,