炎热的夏季总是让我无比的烦躁,偶然之余我翻到了一张以前的照片,这无风的雪景让我陷入了对于过往的沉思。那时我刚从故乡拍完《生长》回来,思绪粘稠,还沉浸在记忆中的温暖与残破的现实之间的矛盾纠缠之中。这几天风很大,雪也紧,我驱车离乡回京,走走停停,吃了不少苦头。当然,现实之苦,随遇而安,总会过去,但内心之苦,却很难信手挥去。在我看来,似乎没有什么伤感能比文化断裂更为持久,比转瞬即逝的热闹更让人无所适从了。 Hot summers always make me very upset, accidentally I turned to a previous photo, this windless snow caught me in the past for meditation. At that moment, I just came back from my hometown and grew up. My thoughts were sticky. I was also immersed in the contradiction between the warmth and the broken reality in memory. These days a great wind, snow is tight, I drove away from home to Beijing, stop and go, eat a lot of suffering. Of course, the reality of the pain, with the best of the best, always in the past, but the heart of the pain, it is hard to believe it. In my opinion, there seems to be no feeling of sadness more lasting than the cultural break, more than the fleeting excitement even more frustrated.