创作有的时候其实和捕捉梦境一样,让自我时常产生怀疑,梦境里所依托的真实性何在?现实如何发酵为这样真实的想象?这样的状态是对现实的一种超越吗?而下面就是一个真实的梦境。整个事情发生在没有先兆和不期而遇的状况下,好像是我一个人在黑夜里的平原里行走,荒凉的地平线上慢慢地走来一个路 In fact, the creation is sometimes the same as catching a dream, letting oneself have frequent doubts, what is the authenticity relied upon in a dream? How can the reality be fermented so real? Is this state a surpassing of reality? And here is one Real dreams. The whole thing happened in the absence of warning and accidental circumstances, as if I were walking alone in the darkness of the plains, slowly walking a path on the desolate horizon