青铜是凝固的周,周是流动的青铜。鼎,透过时间的隔膜,我触摸到了它,触摸到它冰冷的外表下依然流动着的温热血液。冥冥中,我意识到它是活物,是周的衍生物。它的诞生并非突如其来。公元前十一世纪,当周背负着属国的身份卑谦地匍匐在商的脚下,文王已在心中孕育着它,多年的默默无闻 Bronze is a solidified week and Zhou is a flowing bronze. Ding, through the diaphragm of time, I touched it and touched the warm blood that still flows under its icy appearance. Indefinitely, I realized that it was a living thing and was a derivative of Zhou. Its birth was not sudden. In the eleventh century BC, when Zhou was saddled with his country’s identity in the footsteps of the merchants, Wen Wang had bred it in his heart for many years.