飞蓬:诗意的皈依我在屏幕上敲下“飞蓬”这个词,这是一种下意识动作,或者是隐秘的私人化行为。在庞大的植物家族中,这一常见的卑微素朴的野草,它只能蜷缩在屋檐下或者阡陌上,或者寂寥无人的旷野中。与庄稼很远,与村庄很远;唯一能靠近的就是大地、旷野、风雨、雷电和阳光,最终会在镰刀、犁铧或者一次意外的火光与暴力的途中,迎接不可拒绝的涅槃或者失踪的宿命。我自己也解释不清楚这样无厘头的行为。颠沛流离的生活,使我始终处于一种失重的状态,恍惚、恐惧还有更多的惘然。这个原本的 Fei Peng: poetic conversion I knocked on the screen, “Fei Peng ” the word, this is a subconscious action, or is a private act of privacy. Among the large family of plants, this common humble weed, which can only curl up under the eaves or on the terraced rice fields or in the lonely wilderness. Far away from crops and far from the village; the only way to be close is the earth, the wilderness, the wind and the rain, the thunderstorm and the sunshine, and finally to meet the irresistible nirvana or missing fate on the sickle, plow -share, or an unexpected fire and violence . I myself explain that it is not clear that such a nonsensical behavior. Disintegrated life, so I always in a state of weightlessness, trance, fear, and more suddenly. This original