卜桦的画作,像层层压叠上来的画纸,每一张都很轻,但终有一刻让你窒息。你看她的眼神,犀利凝远,正因为看得远,有格局,也许眼下小草微风的幸福,是她根本不知道或不在意的,因为她说重要的不是幸福,是不断提升前进。 Bu Hua’s paintings, like layers of layers of painted paper, are very light, but suffocate you for a moment. You look at her eyes, sharp condensate, because of farsightedness, a pattern, maybe now the breeze of grass blessing is that she did not know or do not care, because she said the important thing is not happiness is to continuously improve and move forward.