年轻时,他喜欢上篆刻艺术,登门拜访一位篆刻大师。老先生说:“你先去后院挑一担石头回家,等这担石头变成泥浆,再来找我。”回家后,他夜以继日地刻着这堆石头。刻了磨平,磨平了又刻,时间一长,手上起了血泡。血泡破了,钻心地疼;结疤后,又奇痒无比。时间一天天过去,石头日渐减少,地上的 When he was young, he liked the art of carving and went to visit a master carving artist. The old gentleman said: “You go back to the backyard and pick a stone to go home, wait until the rock turns into a mud and come back to me.” After returning home, he carved the stones day and night. Engraved smooth, polished and engraved, over time, the hands played a bubble of blood. Blood broke, heart pain; scarring, and itching incomparable. Time goes by, the stone is diminishing, the earth’s