西湖老邻舍林风眠先生昨岁仙逝,我迄未正式缀文纪念。往事如风潮汹涌,一时难以细绘,来日拟写记忆专卷志潮,此帖权描其一鳞。 那是1968年春,我探亲后将离上海。这座东方巴黎早变成火山城市,到处喷射硫磺熔岩流浆,我却渴望一觌火山麓的林。 Mr. Lin Fengmian, an old neighbor of the West Lake, passed away last year. As yet, I have not yet officially decorated the memorial. Past events such as turmoil, sometimes difficult to fine-painted, to write the memory of the special volume to the tide of the day, the right to describe its scale. It was the spring of 1968, and I would leave Shanghai after visiting my relatives. The East Paris turned volcanic city early, spraying sulfur sulfur lava flow everywhere, but I long for a volcano foot forest.