我和过去隔着黑色的土地,我和未来隔着无声的空气。——海子冬天的夜,无比的清冷与肃杀。雪在窗外翻飞着, 地上已有积雪,把天空映照得苍白,不再深邃了,这是个雪花流浪的季节……第二天,雪依然在下,白色的世界。我拿了画板出去写生雪景,我去了体育场,我喜欢那儿的宽广。 I am separated from the past by black land, and my future is separated from silent air. - Hai Zi winter night, extremely cold and chilling. The snow flew outside the window. There was snow on the ground, and the sky was pale. It was no longer deep. It was a snow-wandering season... The next day, the snow was still falling, the white world. I took the drawing board out to sketch the snow scene. I went to the stadium. I liked the wideness there.