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它的含义游离于任何已有的理论,它独自述说着自我阿姆斯特丹。这里适逢雪花纷飞的圣诞,河水也因严寒静止流淌。我像一个浪荡子,在雪地中恣意孤独地漫游。然后,我看见了一幅画,被放在一间小小的美术馆。我被召唤着为它驻足。它是文艺复兴时期的吗?看看那绘画的质感还有稀薄颜料的笔触!可为什么我还在画面里感受到了一丝异样的恐怖?是现代感……它的含义游离于任何已有的理论,它独自述说着自我:一个身着蓝袍,面露愁容的女人在下水道里奋力拖拽一个巨大的月亮人面。在这幅画前踟蹰,我该如何是好呢?就一直这样放任心潮四溢澎湃?
Its meaning is free from any existing theory, which speaks itself of Amsterdam alone. Here falls snowflakes Christmas, the river is still flowing due to severe cold. I am like a wanderer, wandering alone in the snow. Then I saw a picture and was placed in a small art gallery. I was summoned to stop there. Is it the Renaissance? Look at the texture of the painting there is the thin brush strokes! But why I still feel a trace of horror in the picture? Is the modern sense ... ... its meaning free from any existing theory , Which speaks of itself alone: a woman in a blue robe and a scowl is struggling to drag a giant moon face in the sewer. Before this painting, how should I be good? Has been so indomitable mood overflowing?