现实常常是灰色的壁垒,任何个体置身其间都会有碰撞与磨砺。人隶属于俗世的那部分无法脱离其重力原则和烟火气息。但人也有它微细的存在空间,文学艺术是这空间的姿态。它或者向内,或者纵深,或是向上,有时会横向的拉开距离。艺术家看人,看物,看这个世界,角度多的很,质地细的很,包括那些不看之看。那是心的看,是向内的,是深处扎根高处开出花来的看。一份足够丰饶的想象力,可以让一个狭小局促的世界变得无边无垠。 Reality is often a gray barrier, any individual exposure during which there will be collision and sharpening. The part of man that belongs to the earthly world can not be divorced from its principle of gravity and the atmosphere of fireworks. However, people also have its own tiny space for existence. Literature and art are the gestures of this space. It either inward, or depth, or upward, sometimes horizontal distance. Artists look at people, see things, look at the world, a lot of perspective, fine texture, including those who do not look at it. That is the heart of the look, is inward, is the depth of taking root out of flowers to see. Ample enough imagination, can make a small and cramped world become boundless.