倾听陈美的小提琴曲,总会想起林风,当追念充盈了血管,我不知道它要从哪个伤口涌出来。6岁时已经认得林风,记忆是完全可以走着回去的,或者奔跑,沿着那些潮湿的甬道,事物在模糊的空间重新绽放。他经常被带到各种场合演出,并不是一个普通的6岁,人们称他为神童。 Listening to Chen Mei’s violin music always reminds him of Lin Feng. When he mourns blood vessels, I don’t know from which wound it is coming. When I was 6 years old, I already knew the forest wind. Memories can be walked back or run. Along those wet tunnels, things re-emerged in a vague space. He was often brought to various occasions to perform, not an ordinary 6-year-old, people call him a child prodigy.