在我按下脑袋要让懒得生锈的脑袋转一转、让懒得生锈的手指在键盘上不规则地去敲打出一些文字的时候,一组名为《利比亚战火中的足球快乐》的照片猛烈地冲击着我的目光,以至心灵。它们从视觉上并不具备生理上的视觉冲击,士兵们手里的武器、脚下的足球,却一再让人不是滋味。体育与政治本无关,在龌龊之中,一丝纯洁在有着韵律地跳动。我们静静地数着,数着,那也或许是我们彼此的心跳。龌龊的战争中,足球的滚动也就更加地黑白分明,他始终无法剥夺这种清晰的快乐。自以为复杂的简单者,往往无聊地一再挑衅着各种世间的无奈。利益间的冲突,永远首当其冲。北岛的一首诗中这样 A group of photos titled “Happy Football in the Libyan War” at a time when I pressed my head to turn a lazy, rusty head, and let a lazy, rusty finger beat irregularly on the keyboard, Violently impact my eyes, as well as the heart. They do not visually have the physical visual impact, the soldiers in the hands of the weapons, the football at the foot, but people do not taste again and again. Sports and politics have nothing to do, in the midst of the slightest purity in the rhythmic beating. We are quietly counting, counting, it may be the heartbeat of each other. The slightest war, the football is also more black and white scroll, he can not always deprive this clear happiness. Since the simple and complex, often boring repeatedly challenged the frustration of all kinds of worlds. Conflicts between interests always bear the brunt. In a poem on North Island this way