我与父亲向来是无话不谈。一天我忽然对他说,爸爸,我总觉得你不像是画画的。父亲一怔,其时他正伏案勾勒一幅小品。我笑他,你看你,一对黑袖套,一副橡皮筋筋吊起来的老花镜,一双老布鞋,活像一名勤杂工。父亲也哈哈笑着说,你的眼睛蛮尖哩,在湖南时,几位作家和我初见面,都以为我是文联的勤杂工。按时下的观念,父亲的样子与他笔下现代意念的作品难以划上等号,是不是对画家的形象有那么一个固定的模式呢?父亲又说,画和人一样,总要含而不露,一览无遗便索然无味。我说我不单是这个意思,我是说你 My father and I have always had nothing to talk about. One day I suddenly told him, Dad, I always feel that you are not like painting. Yizheng father, when he was ambushing a sketching sketch. I laugh at him, you see you, a pair of black sleeve, a pair of rubber bands hanging reading glasses, a pair of old cloth shoes, like a handyman. My father laughed and said, "Your eyes are pretty sharp. When in Hunan, several writers met me early and thought I was a literary handyman. According to the current concept, his father’s style and his works of modern ideas difficult to draw an equal sign, is not the painter’s image so a fixed pattern? Father added that painting, like people, always contain without revealing , At a glance alone tasteless. I said that I am not only mean this, I mean you