色彩，是什么？
Color, what is it?
它真的仅仅是色彩吗？
Is it really just color?
冬日雪洗过的天空，大洋中心深邃的海水，一丛略微绽放的蓝色鸢尾花，会让你想到什么呢？
What does the snow washed sky in winter, the deep sea in the center of the ocean, and a cluster of slightly blooming blue irises make you think of?
触碰蓝色，会感受到什么？是浅灰蓝色一般浅淡的欣喜，是浓厚却又清亮的群青色忧伤，还是比醇厚的靛色更要浓一些的深沉？
What do you feel when you touch blue? Is it a light grey blue joy, a rich yet clear mass blue sadness, or a deeper and more profound shade than the rich indigo?
山头永不融化的雪，是什么颜色？草叶下清澈的露珠，是什么颜色？纯净透澈之人的心灵，又是什么颜色？是皎洁无暇的白，还是流光溢彩的银？< Www.zuOwEnBa.NET >
What color is the snow on the hill that never melts? What color is the clear dewdrop under the grass leaves? What color is the pure and transparent soul of a person? Is it pure and flawless white, or shimmering silver?
我不知道。它仿佛透明，却又真实，带着三分冷冽，七分清凉。像款款盛开的百合，像刹那间凝结的清泉。
I don't know. It seems transparent yet real, with three parts cold and seven parts cool. Like blooming lilies, like a clear spring that condenses in an instant.
春日里和熙的风，是淡淡的石青；夏季如火的骄阳，是火热的赤色。一首宏大的交响乐，是金属一般的青铜色，一个美丽柔和的梦，是肥皂泡一般柔和的色彩……
In spring, the wind of Hexi is a faint shade of stone green; The scorching summer sun is a fiery shade of red. A grand symphony, a metallic bronze color, a beautiful and gentle dream, a soap bubble like soft color… …
用心去看颜色，不要止于双眼。
Look at colors with your heart, not just with your eyes.
诗经和楚辞，带着远古先民绘下的熟褐，和春秋战国沉淀下来的墨绿。魏晋南北朝的诗篇，更是在洒脱而安逸的青色间，添了一笔大漠民族豪放不羁的柚红。
The Book of Songs and Chu Ci, with the ripe brown painted by ancient ancestors and the dark green precipitated from the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period. The poems of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties add a touch of unrestrained and unrestrained grapefruit red to the carefree and comfortable blue of the desert ethnic group.
再往后踏入唐诗的时代，扑面而来的是肆意挥洒的泼墨，还有雄浑沉稳的古铜色。到了宋朝，笔锋回转处，可见铺满窗棂的银灰，和碎了一地的残黄……
As we enter the era of Tang poetry, we are greeted by the unrestrained splashing of ink and the majestic and steady bronze color. In the Song Dynasty, at the turning point of the pen, one could see silver ash covering the windows and broken yellow on the ground; …
用心去看颜色，你会发现很多。
If you look at colors with your heart, you will discover many things.
下雨天的忧郁，是平静的湖蓝，加一块投入湖蓝的淡紫，漾起令人心碎的涟漪；初入青春的悸动，是深浅不定的粉红，也是或起或伏的春日青。暮年的种种回忆，是老照片般的灰褐，偶尔也会泛起旧时光令人骄傲的，有点褪色的赤红……
The melancholy of a rainy day is a calm lake blue, with a light purple infused into the lake blue, creating heartbreaking ripples; The throbbing of youth at the beginning is a varying shade of pink, as well as a rising or falling spring sun. The memories of old age are gray brown like old photos, occasionally accompanied by the proud, faded crimson of old times; …
用心去看，我眼中的色彩，不仅仅只是色彩⋯⋯
Look with your heart, the colors in my eyes are not just colors; ⋯