英语翻译写给生命一）我站在月亮底下画铅笔速写.月亮好亮,我就站在田野的中间用黑色和褐色的铅笔交替地描绘着.最先要画下的是远处那一排参差的树影,用极重极深的黑来画出它们浓密的

英语翻译写给生命一）我站在月亮底下画铅笔速写.月亮好亮,我就站在田野的中间用黑色和褐色的铅笔交替地描绘着.最先要画下的是远处那一排参差的树影,用极重极深的黑来画出它们浓密的
英语翻译
写给生命
一）
我站在月亮底下画铅笔速写.
月亮好亮,我就站在田野的中间用黑色和褐色的铅笔交替地描绘着.
最先要画下的是远处那一排参差的树影,用极重极深的黑来画出它们浓密的枝叶.
在树下是慢慢绵延过来的阡陌,田里种的是番薯,在月光下有着一种浅淡而又细致的光泽.整个天空没有一片云,只有月色和星斗.我能认出来的是猎人星座,就在我的前方,在月亮下面闪耀着,天空的颜色透明又洁净,一如这夜里整个田野的气息.
月亮好亮,在我的速写本上反映出一层柔白的光辉来,所有精略和精密的线条都因此能看得更加清楚,我站在田里,慢慢地一笔一笔地画着,心里很安定也很安静.
家就在十几二十步之外,孩子们都已经做完了功课上床睡觉了,丈夫正在他的灯下写他永远写不完的功课,而我呢?我决定我今天晚上的功课要在月亮底下做.
邻家的狗过来看一看,知道是我之后也就释然了,在周围巡视了几圈之后,干脆就在我的脚旁睡了下来.我家的小狗反倒很不安,不明白我为什么不肯回家,所以它就一会儿跑回去一会儿又跑过来的,在番薯的茎叶间不停地拔弄出细细碎碎的声音.乡间的夜出奇的安静,邻居们都习惯早睡,偶尔有夜归的行人也只是从田野旁边那条小路远远经过,有时候会咳嗽一声,声音从月色里传过来也变得比较轻柔.
多好的月色啊!满月的光辉浸润着整块土地,土地上一切的生命都有了一种在白昼时从来也想象不出的颜色.这样美丽的世界就在我的眼前,既不虚幻也非梦境,只是让人无法置信.
所以,我想,等我把这些速写的稿子整理好,在画布上画出了这种月色之后,恐怕也有一些人会认为我所描绘的是一种虚无的美吧.
我一面画一面禁不住微笑了起来.风从田野那头吹过,在竹林间来回穿梭,月是更高更圆了,整个夜空澄澈无比.
生命里也应该有这样一种澄澈的时刻吧?可以什么也不想什么也不希望,只是一笔一笔慢慢地描摹,在月亮底下,安静地做我自己该做的功课.
（二）
对着一班十九、二十岁,刚开始上油画课的学生,我喜欢告诉他们一个故事.
这是我大学同班同学的故事.我这个同学有很好的绘画基础,人又认真,进了大学以后发愿要沿着西方美术史一路画下来,对每一个画派的观念与技法都了解并且实验了之后,再来开创他自己的风格.他认为,只有这样,才能够画出真正扎实的作品来.
他的风景都是塞尚的,喜孜孜地向我宣布：
“我已经画到野兽派了!”
然后教书,然后出国,很多年都不通音讯,最后得到的消息是他终于得到了博士学位,成为一个美术史与美术理论方面的专家了.
我每次想到这件事,都不知道是悲是喜.原来要成为一个创作的艺术家,除了要知道吸收许多知识之外,也要懂得排拒许多知识才行的啊!创作本身原来具有一种非常强烈的排他性.一个优秀的艺术家就是在某一方面的表现能够达到极致的人,而因为要走向极致,所以就不可能完全跟着别人的脚步去走,更不可能在自己的一生里走完所有别人曾经走过的路.在艺术的领域里,我们要找到自己的极致,就需要先明白自己的极限,需要先明白自己和别人不尽相同的那一点...

英语翻译写给生命一）我站在月亮底下画铅笔速写.月亮好亮,我就站在田野的中间用黑色和褐色的铅笔交替地描绘着.最先要画下的是远处那一排参差的树影,用极重极深的黑来画出它们浓密的
To life
A)
I stand under the moon drawing pencil sketch.
Moon so bright, I stand in the middle of the field with black and brown pencil alternately depicting.
The first to draw is the distance that a jagged row of trees, with a very severe deep black to draw them thick foliage.
In the tree is slowly stretches over the fields, is a sweet potato, in the moonlight with a light and delicate sheen.The sky without a cloud, only the moonlight and stars.I can recognize the Orion, is right here in front of me, under the moon shines, the color of the sky clear and clean, as the night the whole field.
Moon so bright, in my sketch book reflects a layer of soft white light, all brief and precise lines are therefore can see more clearly, I stand in the fields, slowly stroke painting, was very stable and very quiet.
Home in ten steps outside, all the children have finished my homework and go to bed, the husband is his lamp down he will not finish homework, and I?I decided I tonight's homework to do under the moon.
A neighbor's dog to look, I know it after it is relieved, the tour around after a few laps, just on my feet to sleep.My dog but very upset, I don't understand why I refused to go home, so it'll run back and then ran in sweet potato leaves and stems, not stop pulling out of trivial detail of the sound.The night was strangely quiet, all the neighbors used to sleeping late, occasionally pedestrian only from the field next to the path is far pass, sometimes cough, voices from the moon came also becomes more gentle.
Nice moonlight!A glorious full moon is infiltrating the land, the land of all lives have a day never imagined color.This beautiful world in my eyes, neither false nor dreams, but people can't believe.
So, I think, so I put these sketch manuscript collated, painting on canvas out of the moon, perhaps some people will think I is portrayed by a nihility beauty.
I face painting side couldn't help but smile.The wind from the wind field in the bamboo forest, shuttling between, is more round, the sky clear clinking.
Life should also have such a perfect moment?Can think of nothing what also do not hope, just a sum of a slowly tracing, under the moon, quietly do what I do my homework.
(two)
A class nineteen, twenty years old, began painting class, I like to tell them a story.
This is my university classmate story.The students have a good foundation of painting, and serious, entered the university later vowed to along the western art history a draw down, for every painting idea and skill are aware of and experiments, and created his own style.He believes that, only in this way, can draw the real solid works.
The first grade when, in his view are Cezanne, the second grade when, joyful to I declare:
"I have been sent to the beast!"
Then the third grade, the fourth grade, and then to teach, and then go abroad, many years of silence, and finally gets the message that he is finally obtained a doctor's degree, become an art history and theory of experts.
Every time I think of this matter, do not know are happy or sad.It turned out to be a creative artists, in addition to know the absorb many knowledge, but also know how to reject many knowledge it's ah!The creation itself had a very strong exclusiveness.An artist is on one aspect of performance can reach the acme of the people, and because of to the extreme, so it is impossible to completely follow the footsteps to walk, even in his own lifetime go all others have traversed the road.In the field of art, we must find our limits, we need to know your limits, need to understand themselves and others is not the same as that one...