一个人活着,必定有自己的气场。气场是形而上的东西,它藏于隐秘之处,却在最合适的时间与地点,穿越灵魂,幽幽地直击你的内心,不偏不倚,不远不近。看宋德有老师的画,总是被他画中闲逸散淡的气场所裹挟。浓淡的笔墨,画出了人间烟火味,由远及近,由深至浅,色与色,墨与色,一层层洇去,浑然天成,相看两不厌。那些极其平常的山和水,植物和动物, A person alive, there must be his own aura. Gas field is metaphysical things, it is hidden in the hidden place, but in the most suitable time and place, through the soul, flicking your heart, impartial, not far from. Look at the paintings of Song Deyou, always being trapped in the gas field in his paintings. Shades of ink and brush, draw the human fireworks taste, from far and near, from deep to shallow, color and color, ink and color, layer by layer 洇 go, natural, look twice as tired. Those extremely ordinary mountains and water, plants and animals,