阳光是那样无私地覆盖着我们,而太阳的沉落总是那样无情地不肯为黑夜停留,那些死去的艺术家们躺在阴冷黑暗的地下,他们再也不能享受阳光下的喜悦。在我的档案里,有一帧我为席德进拍的照片。他站在中部大平原怒放的野花群中,鲜明的清晨曝光把他的脸刻成一座明暗分明的塑像,他仰起头来呼吸着阳光,如今,那种情境再也不能重回了。 The sun so unselfishly covers us, and the sun’s sinking is always so reluctant to stay for the night, those dead artists lying in the dark and dark underground, they can no longer enjoy the joy of the sun. In my file, there is a picture I made for Sid. He stood in the wildflowers of the Central Plains in full bloom. The clear morning exposure sculpted his face into a light and dark figure, and he looked up and began to suck the sun. Now that situation can not be regained.