照片是大地的窗口,我站在照片前有些不安,像个窥视者。这样说似乎我们都在大地的下面,对着照片寻求空气和突然钻下来的肥水。我们是蠢蠢欲动的根毛被玻璃窗永远盖着,在这已涂写上了大大红红的“拆”字的旧房里抚摸家当,祝福着道路。我们是祖先腐在地里的黑质,但不是煤,大地是我们的昨天。我们窥视着昨天。窗口在后,朝北,时间倒流了。时间倒流是时间拔地而出,时间长大了。长大的时间穿过玻璃行走在大地之上,进入过去。过去凝固在照片里。因为土地已郁积了太久,如同码头,土地的每一次表达都是春天。而我们是土地的淤积物,享受着从照片里泄进来的阳光。在这里,照片里的时间被一再错置,过去和将来搓起的毛线编织成熟烘烘的现在,像一块木头扔在生活的河流中。这便是我们的生存状态,我们和照片并排行走。我们承认了自我、大地的远景和地平线。这构成了空间,我们在堂堂正正地窥视。一个 The photo is a window to the earth, and I was a bit nervous before standing in front of the photo, like a peep. It seems as if all of us are below the earth looking for air and sudden plunge of water into the picture. We are around the corner of the root hair is always covered with glass windows, in this has been painted on the big red “demolition ” word of the old house caresses, blessing the road. We are the antecedents of the black substance rot in the ground, but not coal, the earth is our yesterday. We peeked at yesterday. Window in the back, north, back in time. Back in time is time to come out, time is up. Grow up through the glass walking on the earth, into the past. Solidified in the past. Because the land has been stranded for too long, like the pier, every expression of the land is spring. And we are the siltation of the land, enjoying the sunshine that we breathe in the pictures. Here, the time in the picture is repeatedly misplaced, the knitting of the past and the future is woven matured now, like a piece of wood thrown in the river of life. This is our state of existence, and we go side by side with the photos. We recognize ourselves, the prospect of the earth, and the horizon. This constitutes a space, we are peering upright. One