那一年,国画大师黄永玉带着他的画作来到北京,住在示新巷“芥末”故居。那是怎样的一间房子,不但陈旧,蛛丝网结,而且四壁连一扇窗户也没有,沉闷与压抑可想而知。但是黄永玉没有厌弃这间小屋。他环顾四壁,哈哈一笑,拿出一张洁白的画纸,贴在墙上,然后信手在上面画了一扇窗户,栩栩如生。顿时他就觉得屋外的暖阳正透过窗棂涌进他的小屋,小屋顿显生机勃勃。 That year, the masters of Chinese painting Huang Yongyu came to Beijing with his paintings and lived in the former residence of Xincun Lane and Wasabi. That is what kind of a house, not only obsolete, spider silk knot, but not a wall with a window, dull and depressed can be imagined. But Huang Yongyu did not dislike this cottage. He looked around and smiled, took out a piece of white paper, and put it on the wall, then the foreman drew a window above it and brought it to life. Suddenly he felt the warm sun outside the house is pouring into his hut through the window, the hut suddenly apparent vitality.