走来走去的人

In those days, Liu Yong always was one of the first ones who played rock music, rode motorcycle, operated company, learned computer, drove automobile and went abroad…I still remember that Liu Yong taught me to ride bicycle. We went to the outskirt along Xi Ba River to sketch. Going through weeping willow, there were very tall eucalyptus leaves, moving back and forth in the wind. They looked green sometimes, and reflected sunshine sometimes, resembling those dreamy and innocent days: mountains and lake, girls washing clothes by the river, boatmen living in lake, fisherman casting net, youth fishing, buffalos dazing, and water birds observing everything by reeds…We caught everything in our paintings, obsessed with painting. The world outside, and the peace of monastic life all moved far away. Those shared days were the pure, clear and beautiful time in both Liu Yong's and my life.

多年来，昆明这个小城最早玩摇滚、骑摩托、干公司、弄电脑、开汽车、办出国，刘涌可都是走在前面的人……记得是刘涌教会了我骑自行车，每天我们骑车沿着西坝河到郊外去写生，穿过佛面垂柳，后面是一排排高高的杨草果，在风中摇动树影，时而满目幽绿，时而反射银白的阳光，象是那晃惚懵懂的岁月：湖光山色、河边洗衣的少女、水上船家、撒网的渔翁、钓鱼的少年、发呆的牛儿、苇草边东张西望的水鸟……我们一一画下这一切，只知道痴迷的画着，身外的世界，暮鼓晨钟，离的好远，那是我们共同经历的生命中最单纯美好的时光。

As she looked at Warrington's manly face, and dark, melancholy eyes, she had settled in her mind that he must have been the victim of an unhappy attachment.

每逢看到沃林顿那刚毅的脸，那乌黑、忧郁的眼睛，她便会相信，他一定作过不幸的爱情的受害者。

Maybe they'll disappear into a pothole.

也许他们将在壶穴里消失