一天的大风,吹动了北京初夏的懵懂。在798的艺术街道上一群人在忙碌着,迎着下午最炽烈的阳光。他如同午后阳光那般耀眼,总能掀起阵阵涟漪。他对我们是那么友善,不像电视中那样高大又遥不可及,与身边的工作人员谈笑风生。他对工作那么的执着,一遍又一遍的反反复复,直到把自己的状态调整到最好,我们被折服了。他总是能够让自己沉浸在角色当中,听取别人意见的同时把角色演绎的尽善尽美。 The gust of the day blown the ignorant of early summer in Beijing. A crowd of people are busy on the 798 Art Street, facing the most intense sunshine of the afternoon. He was as bright as the afternoon sun, always bursts of ripples. He is so friendly to us, not as tall and out of reach on television, talking to friends around him. He was so persistent in his work, repeated over and over again, until he adjusted his condition to the best, and we were overwhelmed. He is always able to immerse himself in the role of listening to the views of others at the same time the role of interpretation of the perfect.