河中捕鱼、田中收麦，是画家的活。新渠见影壁墙上雕刻着呢。他只在年轻时有过一次撒网打渔的经历，三五条青鲤用柳条串住，吊在枣树枝上半年，天天抬头看，人虽在黄土坡地上，如涉足水乡；沟沟梁梁的水一道一道在平原上绕，游泳如鸟在天空中飞。
新渠的儿子被教育为画家。新渠说，你写诗，用诗情造出语言来再画画。工匠镂石凿木，靠斧凿发声，画家先激扬发言，比如追求爱情，才有握画笔的权力。
三毛在北京商务区租房住下，给杂志画了几幅插图。新渠说，你住在城市的金砖上，越看越缺少画画的春风夏雨。
三毛在郊区艺术村找到一个学校住下。他跟几个画漫画的画家聊天，说画画又不是走街串雨巷，一旦进去如闯迷宫。有的直来直去、有的曲折回环、有的通达天庭、有的转进龙宫；有的地上领着儿子、有的拐角新交故友谈笑……三毛说把它们写进小说里，一定视作天才。他们有独特的画风，比老渠说话还力大无穷。
三毛画了数幅名画家的画像给新渠看到。新渠按捺不住，激动的说，看，这个画家与自然搏击抗辩了几辈子。困厄与惊诧深深的植在他的额头上，他画画会比镢头犀利，一笔捣碎鹦鹉洲。而他根本不会画画，他只在学他儿子在纸本上学生字一样打格、他在给痛苦和忧愁开药方。
对另一幅画家像，新渠说，甜蜜有许多，其中一个是海盐。
三毛想讨句话给自己的画，新渠说，播种小麦收获小麦，你只够拾穗。
三毛找到大学老师在学校教课带学生。画画不是一日之功，他画田野里的向日葵，不知何日能画出太阳般的赤烈。
新渠有言在先，天才画画如麦田燃烧。
故乡的小河
越废越是诗的
零散 偏远
旱的河流
朽枯的老桥
骑单车
春风吹近
人掉进风光里
杨树冒叶芽的风光里
Fishing in the river and gathering wheat in the field are the work of the painter. The new canal has a sculpture on the wall. He had only one experience fishing in a young age. Three or five carps were tied with a wicker and hung in the first half of the date tree branches, and every day he looked up, even though he was on the yellow soil slope, like wading in a water country. The gullies of water circled the plain one by one, swimming like birds in the sky.
The son of New Chu was educated as a painter. Newqiu said, "You write poetry, and use your poetic feelings to make language for painting." Craftsmen carved stone and wood, used axes to make their voices, and painters had the power to hold their brushes first by making speeches, such as pursuing love.
Shao Mao rented a flat in Beijing's business district and drew several illustrations for magazines. 'You live on the city's bricks, and the more you look, the less painting the spring wind and summer rains, 'Newqiu said.
Thirty-five people found a school in the suburban art village. He talked to a few cartoonists and said that painting is not a street crawl, and once you enter it, you are in a labyrinth. Some came straight and went, some twisted back round, some reached the heavens, some turned into the dragon palace; Some led their sons on the ground, some made new friends around the corner to talk and laugh... Thirty-five percent said they must be considered geniuses when they are written in novels. They have a unique style of painting and are more powerful than old canal speech.
Thirty-five artists painted several portraits of famous painters for Newquay to see. New Chu could not resist and said excitedly, 'Look, this painter has fought with nature for many lives.' Drowsiness and surprise were deep on his forehead, and he could draw more sharply than his head, smashing a parrot in a single stroke. He couldn't draw, he was just learning his son to type on a sheet of paper, he was prescribing a remedy for pain and sorrow.
For another painter's portrait, New Chu said there were many sweet things, and one of them was sea salt.
Thirty-five wanted to ask for a word for his own painting, and Newqiu said that sow wheat and harvest wheat, and you only have enough to pick the branches.
Thirty-five percent found college teachers to teach and take students to school. Painting was not a day's work. He painted sunflowers in the fields, and he did not know when he would be able to paint the redness of the sun.
There is a saying in the New River that geniuses paint like wheat fields burn.
The small river in my hometown
The more waste the more poetic it is.
Scattered and remote
The dry river
The decaying old bridge
Cycling
The spring wind is blowing closer
People fall into the scenery
In the view of the poplar trees sprouting their buds