停停走走。无所事事地站在广场上,那儿有一群孩子和老人,我很喜欢这样安静的观望状态,没有思想,没有狰狞,静静地立在弧形的地砖上,看着来来往往的人。孩子的脸稚嫩清纯,仿若一个老人看过去的回忆。太阳带着温柔有些凉的春风,阵阵青草的香气。远方有人手执着细白的鱼线牵扯着风筝,仰头大笑。不知道什么原因,我那时忽然知道其实我就是那天空中的风筝,而牵着我起飞的那条鱼线就是音乐和创作。 Stop and go. Standing idle in the square, where there are a group of children and the elderly, I really like this quiet wait and see state, no thought, no shy, quietly standing on curved tiles, looking at people coming and going. Child’s innocence innocent, like an old man looking past memories. The sun with a gentle cool spring, bursts of grass aroma. Someone in the distance with a white hand holding a kite string, uplifted laughter. For some reason, I knew suddenly that I was the kite in the sky, and the fishing line that took me off was music and creation.