每次从偏远的地方回来,都滞留着一点恍惚的情绪,汽车在红绿灯的支配下走走停停,经过一个又一个,走过了,就不再理会后面的灯光变换,有意义或者没有意义,都是这几十秒钟的事情,城市里的记忆是瞬间的,只有异国他乡风尘仆仆的陌生,还在那一刻残喘地延续着,雾一般散在熟视无睹的回家路上,思绪无语地切换着氛围,让一切在迷迷糊糊中平静下来,一种对不了焦,按不下快门的无奈,让自己放下手中的相机。从喜欢画画,到后来喜欢上摄影,并不是移情别恋,而是换 Every time I came back from a remote place, I had a little trance. The car stopped and stopped at the traffic lights. After one after another, I passed and I no longer care about the light changes behind, it makes sense or not. , Are all these dozens of seconds of things, the memory of the city is an instant, only a strange foreign country busy schedule of strangers, but also at that moment, the continuation of the residual, the fog is generally scattered on the road turned a blind eye, and speechless to switch Atmosphere, let everything calm down in a drowsiness, a kind of no coke, no less than the helpless shutter, let yourself put down the camera. From like to draw, to later like to photography, not empathy, but for