嗅着花香的时候,只感叹它的芬芳,可是当它被书写到文字里,被描绘到画板上,被拍摄到胶片中,被雕刻在石壁上,却摇身一变成为了艺术。我在此之前,很少去想要给一个太过广义的东西下定论,比如,艺术是什么?明明没有了惹人喜爱的气味,甚至让人看不到绚丽的色彩,触摸不了柔嫩的纹路,可是,单单凭借艺术的反馈,人们仍旧能够感知它,甚至将这 Smell the fragrance of flowers, only sigh its fragrance, but when it was written into the text, was drawn to the drawing board, was filmed in film, was carved in the stone walls, but transformed into art. Before I did, I seldom wanted to give a conclusion that was too generalized. For example, what was art? Obviously, there was no appealing scents, or even people could not see the gorgeous colors and touch the soft lines However, people can still perceive it even through art feedback alone