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大概是人老了,便易耽于怀旧,无论是梦里还是醒着,总不由自主地想起些往事,像开了闸门的意识流,关也关不住。最近收到老友李尧天画作的图像资料,40多年前在莎车古街一起画速写,在多郎河边陶醉于麦西菜市晚会的情景就叠现在他那些造型里,那艺术的欣赏和生活的回忆便搅合在一起,再也分不清。这恐怕不仅仅是画中的维吾尔人曾经是我们一同画过的模特儿,那造型氛围里流溢着我们共同呼吸的空气,还
Probably old, easy to nostalgia, whether it is a dream or awake, always involuntarily think of some past events, like the stream of consciousness opened the gate, the customs can not shut down. Recently received the image of an old friend Li Yaotian paintings, more than 40 years ago in Shache Street Sketch sketched together in the Dolan River drunk at the scene of the Macy’s City party stacked in his modeling, that art appreciation and life Memories are mixed together, no longer distinguish between. It is not only the Uyghurs in the painting that used to be the model we all painted together, the atmosphere in which we breathe,