童年的时光是浓墨重彩的,所有的隐私都是明亮的。我曾对这个世界充满好奇。年少时的暑假,囹圄在家,我喜欢明亮的水粉颜料。笔刷是硬质的。湖蓝,柠檬黄,大红,我把它们涂抹在身上,一层一层覆盖,然后用水冲洗到各种颜色混合成脏的黑。皮肤的白与流淌的灰黑泾渭分明。那时候我不喜欢黑色。后来我发现,色彩如同生命以及人性的殊途同归,好似桃花盛开后的凋落,渐渐在泥土中化为焦黑。我看到的是生命不断蒙尘。那些曾经明亮的模样,最后 Childhood time is full of color, all the privacy is bright. I was curious about this world. When I was young, at home, I like bright gouache paint. The brush is hard. Lake blue, lemon yellow, red, I applied them to the body, layer by layer cover, and then washed with water to a variety of colors mixed into dirty black. The white skin and flowing black and gray are quite different. At that time I did not like black. Later I found that color is the same as life and humanity, like the fall of peach blossoms in the midst of the soil. I see life is constantly dust. Those who have a bright appearance, and finally