我在想,如何为自己的观感写下第一句话。第一句,类似于涂抹在画布上的第一笔。面对画布那种浩瀚的无命运的空,甫一落笔,某种宿命就被唤醒了。犹疑,在于对画布上那种空的敬意,在于对自我霸权的取消,谦卑。我不知道德安在涂下他的第一笔时,是否也会心存犹疑。他不是个迅疾的画家,不确定,也不会胸有成竹,那么地有把握。他似乎对什么都不太有把握,无论是写诗、作画,还是面对人群和世界。他对一切目的性都无把握,但 I was thinking, how to write the first sentence of my feelings. The first sentence, similar to smear on the canvas of the first pen. In the face of the vastness of the canvas without fate, just as soon as it was written down, some sort of destiny was awakened. Uncertainty, lies in the kind of empty canvas on canvas, lies in the cancellation of self-supremacy, humility. I do not know if Dean would hesitate to apply his first shot. He is not a swift painter, uncertain, and confident, so sure. He seems to be less sure of anything, whether writing poetry, painting, or facing the crowd and the world. He is not sure of any purpose, yet