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在武德祖老师逝世三周年之际,做为他生前的一名学生,武老师慈祥的音容与桩桩往事不由地又浮现在我眼前…… 1972年的夏季,我考入陕西省艺术学校美术系。记得那是一个烈日炎炎的中午,在兴国寺校园教具室的门前,我遇到一位身着布满窟窿的老头衫、打着补丁的裤子,脚踏着一双被剪开口露出脚趾的旧棕色塑料凉鞋,挎着一个工具箱汗流浃背地在钉门窗的老先生,他就是西安美院的油画元老——武德祖教授。
On the occasion of the third anniversary of the death of Teacher Wu Dezu, as a student of his life, Wu’s voice and piles of history reappeared in my eyes. In the summer of 1972, I was admitted to the art department of Shaanxi Provincial Art School . I remember it was a hot noon afternoon, in front of Xingguosi campus aisle room, I met a man wearing a hole in the old man’s shirt, patch the pants, feet open with a pair of cut-to-open old toes Brown plastic sandals, leaving a toolbox sweaty old man in the nails doors and windows, he is the Xi’an Academy of Fine Arts veteran - Professor Wu Dezu.