亲爱的孩子们:今年,我一百岁了,趋近于人生尽头。回顾我的一生,在八十岁前,一直默默无闻,过着平静的生活。八十岁后,未能预知的因缘际会,将我的绘画事业推向了巅峰,随之带来的效应,便使我成了所有美国人都耳熟能详的大器晚成的画家。人生真是奇妙。我的老伴已离去多年,自己的孩子也依次被我送走,我的同龄人也一个个离开了我。我觉得自己越活越年轻了,越来越喜欢与年轻的曾孙辈们一起玩,他们累了、倦了,便喜欢围坐在我身旁, Dear Children: This year, I am a hundred years old and close to the end of my life. Looking back my life, before the age of eighty, I have been obscure and live a quiet life. After the age of eighty, the unpredictable cause of marriage, which pushed my painting career to its peak, brought me to the effect that all Americans became familiar with the late bloomers. Life is wonderful. My wife has been away for many years, followed by my own children were sent me away, my peers have also left me one by one. I feel myself more and more young, more and more like playing with the young great-grandchildren, they are tired, tired, they like to sit around me,