空,是诸葛亮临万军破城之时那空远旷达的古琴铮铮;空,是王维塞上长歌那大漠孤烟、长河落日的空寂辽远;空,是李白以霓为裳以风为马翱翔天宇的空幻放达。空,八笔落成寥寥一字,却是人生真味所在。空是一种艺术。当断臂的维纳斯那惊艳天下的美绽放时,那缺失的手臂已不是一种残缺的空白,而是为艺术的神性留下驰骋的原野。一点空白留下了艺术巨笔恣肆泼洒的空间, Empty, is the Zhuge Liang Pro Wanjun broken city when the sky is far and wide of the Guqin clank; empty, is the song of Wang Weisi that desert smoke alone, the sky is far away empty sky; empty, white is Ni for the wind to wind Ma Aosuo sky fantasy reach. Empty, eight pen completed a word, but it is where the true taste of life. Empty is an art. When Venus, the broken arm, amazes the beauty of the world, the missing arm is no longer a flawed void, but a field that leaves a gallop for artistic deity. A little blank left the art giant spilled space,