想不起一些并不重要的事情1841年的一句话,躺在担架上,始终睁着眼睛,没有吐出一个字,所有的人都盯着他,希望听到一个字,落地有声的字。但都失望,身后的门开着,什么时候有了这门?我感觉这并不重要,就你1841年一样,一组没有任何含义的数字,它可是176年,可以是任何一年,年代的数字在我可以随意组合,只要符合我的感觉就可以,何况,我只涂画我熟悉的年代。 Can not remember something that is not important 1841 sentence, lying on a stretcher, always open his eyes, did not spit out a word, all of them are staring at him, hoping to hear a word, landing the sound of words. But both are disappointed, the door behind us is open, and when is the door open? I feel that this does not matter, as you did in 1841, a set of figures without any meaning, but it can be 176 years, any year, I can freely mix the numbers, as long as the line with my feeling can, not to mention, I only painted I am familiar with the era.