因为风,风筝高高飘舞在蓝天;也因为风,风筝最终坠落成泥,欲望对于人来说往往也是这样。当我坐在带着手铐脚镣的李强面前,还没有同他交流,我便生出这份感觉来。至今记得那是个淫雨霏霏异样潮湿而清冷的春天,看守所高大的墙根下,一片泥泞的“不归路”。李强白白胖胖,娃娃脸,不高, Because of the wind, the kite dances high in the blue sky; because of the wind, the kite eventually crashes into mud, and the desire is often the same for people. When I sat in front of Li Qiang with his handcuffs and ankle, he hadn’t communicated with him. I gave birth to this feeling. I still remember that it was a very wet, cold spring in the rain, with a muddy “no return” under the tall wall of the detention center. Li Qiang is fat, baby face, not high,