我情愿做红尘路上一颗忧郁的石子。水湄,绿堤,枫桥。一潋柔波,撩了风动,软了尘心。你说,前世我们约定,在紫藤花铺香的月晚,我们相见。紫藤花……地老天荒!一位喜欢任传文画作的朋友这样描述:“看他画中的小人儿,就像我们做梦时看到的自己或他人,既似清晰可见,实则面目模糊,可谁又能记得清梦中的玄 I am willing to do a melancholy stone on the Red Road. Water Mae, Green embankment, Maple Bridge. A soft wave, tease the wind, soft dust heart. You said that in past lives we agreed that we would meet each other on the moonlit night of wisteria flowers. Wisteria flower ... ... to the end of the world! A friend who likes to be a biography painting describes it this way: ”Look at the little boy in his painting, just as we saw when we were dreaming or others, both as clearly visible, but in fact blurred, Can remember the dream of mystery