童趣

最早的几幅鼠标涂鸦酌之一。

想起以前常看到的农家小孩。不少的放学后要帮家里做点什么。但小孩总是小孩，无论什么条件下总能高高兴兴的玩一玩。

花、叶、藤

主持会，参加会，会接会。会中偸闲自我放风的产物。笔先心后（准确的说是“鼠”先心后），跟着感觉走，出来象什么就是什么。

（MS Paint with Mouse）

感恩节后的山丘

感恩节后路过俄亥俄，车上写下路旁山岭印像。

（MS Paint with mouse pen）

周末出太阳

十年前的几分钟涂鸦之一。 想起以前在国内常见的情景。 成都平原上阴天多，难得出太阳。如果周末有个好天气，铁定是全民清洁日。 上大学前，宿舍区楼与楼之间的树上，都有很多拉好的绳子或铁丝。大清早家家户户就开始忙碌，很快到处都是满眼的花花绿绿，阳光下好看的很。 这些时候，小孩们觉得在迷宫似的被单、衣服中穿来穿去特好玩，叽叽喳喳你藏我找。三姑六婆们怕小孩子把辛苦洗净的东西搞脏，忙不停的笑骂。。。 进了大学，寝室窗口对面是女生宿舍。中间的空地上，也有几排梧桐树。碰上天气好的周末，对面的女生中，还是有人会在梧桐树之间布出一片色彩的阵式，有些还搬些椅、凳下来看书，晒太阳。 这种时候，男生们不会浪费充分点评的机会，说是发掘贤妻良母类型的最佳场合。于是这边男生宿舍的窗口上，会冒出不少捧书看人的假才子。 有一次觉得阳光下面色彩斑斓、美色养眼，在寝室窗口上画两张水彩。众男生认为可以认真考虑以后效仿。说这是把偷窥暗觑升华为高尚审美的妙招。。。 到美国后很多年不见在外面晾衣裳的，以至后来在欧洲一些中小城市见到类似情景的时侯，竟然多出一种亲近的感觉。。。

岷山秋雨

少年的巴山夜雨时 - 无边的夜，无序的风雨，无尽的思念和期盼 （MS Paint with mouse）

女子和狗

女子，狗，空气中飘着的歌（MS Paint with mouse）

星期天的庙会

小孩的时候，青羊宫庙会，百花潭的灯会总是好玩的地方。文殊院，草堂，宝光寺，都是成都的好去处。 (MS Paint with Mouse)

载人的自行车

回忆中的成都郊外。这几年回四川，去城外的时间很少，不怎么看到自行车载人了。

 

赶集

中学时回老家过暑假。老家在川北山区的一个小县城，嘉陵江支流东河绕城而过。每个星期天是赶集的日子。山上农民下来卖点柴或山货，再带回去油盐等日用品。

坐在城外的小河边写生，总可以看到背着沉沉背篼的大小身影在远处弯弯的山路上缓缓蠕动，最后淡淡地消失在白云下的大山里。我像是看一幅画，听一首歌，却不知道是该赞叹生命的顽强，还是悲哀命运的可悲。

夜籁

孩童时，夏天总爱和同伴在夜晚去郊外游泳。当年的蛙声虫鸣仍然声声入耳…

(MS Paintbrush, Mouse, 1993)

Music of The Night

In childhood, I went out with kids to swim in suburb rivers a lot. Many times we would stay in the water till very late. The night was so beautiful. Every time I look at this drawing, I could still hear these frogs and crickets under the sky.

南飞雁

可能小时候太老实，总是傻傻地呆在一个地方，没怎么到四方撒过野，所以对“远方”特别的期盼。看到天上的鸟，都会有种说不出的羡慕。

这幅鼠标画，是前几年留下来的。虽然已是年年岁岁千山万水的跑了，儿时的情结，还是记忆尤新。。。

多少年后，更觉得人生就象这幅小画。眼前的路，总是坡坡坎坎，沟壑纵横，等待你付出更多努力，却不知上去后，究竟会看到什么，得到什么。但也就是那一线遥遥的希望和期盼，那一点对未知的执著，让人不会停步，总是孜孜不倦的追求更辽阔的空间和自由。。。

(MS Paint, Mouse, 2005)

Flying far and high

Many times I feel life is just like this little drawing. The road in front of us is always full of challenges and unknown. Only because of the hope and uncertainty, we keep climbing up day after day, searching for childhood dreams and new horizons...

冬天的公园

少年时涂涂画画，年幼无知，见少识乏，对老祖宗的国画、书法兴趣不大。听别人评得天花乱坠，自己一点也摸不着北。

读书后学理不怎么画了，倒还很是牵挂。这些年在国外，无论走到哪里，总要去博物馆、美术馆、画廊、拍卖行逛逛。国内的《美术》之类杂志也没断过订阅。看来看去，弥补了不少失去少年梦的遗憾，增长些见闻、也享受不少。

零零星星下来，从古到今，五花八门的东西倒是看了不少。最大的收获，是对老祖宗的东西越来越有感觉，越来越佩服。越看近代和现代的西方艺术，越意识到老祖宗们的美学观念是多么的现代、超前。从四大名僧，扬州八怪，到当代的黄宾虹，齐白石，用现在的词汇来说，真是一个“帅”字了得。虽然自己没有盲目的“媚中”情节，还是觉得，要搞现代，搞抽象，在大家通常认为传统古典的国画和书法里，实在有太多可学的东西。

画这幅，拿着鼠标“抽象”，当时看了黄宾虹的焦墨后不久，醉心于大师笔墨的不羁，自己也就有些放肆。

(MS Paint, Mouse, 1996)

In a Winter Park

You may need to be in a Chinese park first before you can figure out what this drawing has in it. Some hints: a few living creatures called human beings are approaching a half moon shaped gate inside the park.

Traditional Chinese parks are not merely a quite place to escape from the daily life or a playground to entertain kids. Many parks are preservation of historical sites or architecture wonders. A type of structure that can be found in almost every Chinese park is, of course, walls.

Chinese parks are often divided into different courts by those walls. The purpose, to me as a young kid then, was to make the park as confusing, or interesting, as possible. When you go from one court to another, you are supposed to be surprised or refreshed...

Then here is the first importance of walls coming in play. We cut holes, called windows, of all different shapes on these walls so that young girls could peak through them with their most attractive smiles, or you will get a glimpse of a blend of trees, flowers, and buildings through a planned frame – people want you to see things according to their views, and also to see it as a painting on a wall.

The second importance comes from the animal instinct of searching for beautify from within oneself. Interestingly enough, almost every Chinese girl I knew had a dozen photos of herself posing behind such windows - even an imperfect smile would look perfect when it is partly concealed and partly shown.

放风筝

小时侯的梦想之一，是能变成一只鸟或一只鹰，在和风丽日里逍遥自在地飞。常常和朋友们躺在老城墙上、郊外河边的青草中、或麦田旁吹风，晒太阳。望着天上的鸟来来去去，心就跟着飘啊飘，禁不住地神魂颠倒。

到春天的时候，总要自己做些风筝去放。望着自己的风筝在天上飘飘荡荡，觉得好像是自己的一部分也飞到了天上。只是手上时刻感觉到的风筝对束缚抗争，不知该为风筝惋惜，还是为自己遗憾。也曾松开手中的线，想看看它能不能就这样远远的飞走。结果它摔了下来，为自由而故。

长大点后，就很少放风筝了，也再少有多少无所事事的闲暇。那种想飞想自由的感觉，也很少再浮上心头。这很多年后，偶然又想起风筝，带女儿一起去放，看风筝小鸟在天上飞，才又想起以前的梦。

还是一样地放风筝，心里的感觉却大不一样了。还是想飞，却不会再羡慕鸟类，知道它们有无数的天敌和无奈。自己每年积累的空中里程，都够免费的往返中国，所以对在云天中飞翔也好像不再陌生。想来想去，倒觉得自己这些年，是真象个风筝，在人世里飞来飘去。有辛劳苦闷，有享受欢乐，也总是有各种责任和束缚。盘点一番，是越飞越高。如果要总结经验，倒觉得自己的线，还总是捏在自己的手里吧。

Kite

This drawing depicts my memories around kites in my childhood.

One of my childhood dreams was to be a bird or an eagle. I dreamed of flying under the sunny sky and hovering among castle-like clouds with my own wings or arms. Kites fly too, but always attached with strings. That was the part I felt sorry for it then. Other than that, flying kites was one of my favorite games.

Years later in the US, I took my daughter out to fly kite in the spring. Watching her running around under the warm sunlight and listening laughter of kids blending with the fresh breeze, I recalled my childhood dream. Flying like a bird became less seductive after accumulated good amount of mileages from different airlines each year. On the other hand, I saw myself was like a kite for these many years – never wanted to stay still on the ground and was always trying to defy gravities in the life. Letting myself and the ones I loved to hold my string, luckily I am still flying high...

远方的桥

在中国南方，有无数这样的小河蜿蜒穿过稻田、树林和村镇，再消失在那些久经风雨吹打的小桥后。夕阳西下、热风婉息中随波飘荡，看晚霞以千年前同样的光彩照亮眼前的世界，感受岁月逸逝，山河永存的一线悲凉，身边一切的繁情琐事就淡如云烟了。

 

(MS Paintbrush, Mouse, 1993)

A Far Away Bridge

This is one of my earliest tries with Paintbrush. There was little effort in controlling the movement of the mouse. In the south of China, numerous small rivers wiggle through rice fields, bushes, villages, small towns, and ageless bridges. At sunset, the heat recedes and the summer breeze eases down trees on the bank, floating with a small boat and watching the sunset lighting up everything around you in the same way as it has been for thousands of years, you may know that nothing will matter much at all in terms of time and change.

公园小亭

中国的年轻人，至少在我在国内时，大多认为这样的去处是很浪漫的。

三峡，过去的童话

03 年过三峡，水位已上涨 100 多米，大三峡、小三峡都没有了以前的面貌，风光不再，只是一条大河而已。

在码头上和摆摊卖货的当地人闲聊，知道水位还会上升 30-40 米。千古风流，就这样没了。

真正觉得这么大的努力干地是多么愚蠢的事。

血色天空

波斯尼亚战争印象。血的地，红的天，枯槁的自然。草木江河可劫后重生秀美依然，战火吞噬的默默众生却永远消失在历史的记忆中，永不会复返。