大约是一九八八年的冬季,一位美院的老校友送给我一本书,一本装帧和印刷都极普通的书,深蓝色的封面上,一帧不大的黑白照片嵌在右上侧,主人是个慈祥的老人,照片的左侧印着三个黑体美术字——《林风眠》。我是个不爱读书的人,拿回家之后就随手搁在床边的案桌上,并不曾理会。直到有一天晚上,因为天气太冷,又买不起取暖器,于是早早地用热水烫了脚,同妻女偎在不很宽敞的床上,无奈我又是个夜猫子,虽然早早地上了床,却怎么也睡不着,待女儿在她母亲的怀抱中甜甜地进入梦乡后,妻子也因为白天太劳累,一边跟我说着辞不达意的话语,一边到梦中找她的小宝贝去了,撇下我一个人呆呆地望着天花板。好没意思之后,便顺手拿起桌上的那本《林风眠》翻起来。这是一本介绍林风眠的画论、作品和生平的书,扉页之后是彩色的画,有些我见过,有些没有见过,大概是印刷太差的缘故,并没有引起我太大的兴趣,可是,当我读到后面的那些文章时,却不禁怦然心跳,一下子被紧紧地抓住了。历史真会开玩笑,那些写于三十年代的文章,说出的却是现代人的心里话,论述之精辟,见解之深邃,真让人拍案叫绝。兴奋之余,我复又穿衣套鞋,将热水袋从被窝中拉出来抱在怀里,用毛毯裹住双腿,伏在灯下细细地读起来,一百一十页的文字,我一口气吞了下去,待翻完最后? About the winter of 1988, a former alumnus of the Academy of Fine Arts gave me a book, a very ordinary book that had been framed and printed. On a dark blue cover, a small black-and-white photo was embedded The upper right side, the owner is a kind old man, the left side of the photo printed in three black-body art - “Lin Fengmian.” I am a person who does not love to read a book, took home and then readily placed on the bedside desk, and never ignored. Until one night, because the weather was too cold, can not afford the heater, so early with hot water, hot feet, with his wife and daughter snuggle in a very spacious bed, but unfortunately I am a night owl, although early on the bed, But how can not sleep until her daughter sweet dreams into her mother’s arms, the wife because too tired during the day, while talking to me speechless words, while looking for her dream to go to the baby , Leaving me alone staring at the ceiling. Very boring, they easily pick up the table on the “Lin Fengmian” turn up. This is a book that introduces Lin Fengmian’s paintings, works and life. After the title page is a color painting. Some of the photos I have seen, some have not seen before, probably because of too poor printing have not aroused much interest in me. However, when I read the following articles, I can not help but feel a sudden heartbeat. History really joke, those written in the thirties article, it is the heart of modern people to speak, insightful and insightful insight really makes a real case. Excitement, I repeated the clothes and shoes, pull the hot water bottle out of his bed and hold it in his arms, wrapped with legs wrapped in a blanket, under the lamp carefully read, one hundred and ten pages of text, I Tone swallowed until the last finished?