戴着面具的人我愿意把目光停留在初生儿的脸上。那些细小、微妙的表情,仿佛轻风中若有若无的涟漪,萌萌的哭、笑,不加任何掩饰,因为还不会掩饰。人之初的情感流露、表达,让我恍然什么叫纯净、不必提防。婴儿一天天长大,脸上的表情越来越丰富,表情包的每一次添加,都让长辈欣喜、赞叹,直到有一天,他们在孩子的脸上看到了狡黠、阴郁、愤怒乃至仇恨,他们发现了又一个内心丰富、表情复杂的大人,一个和他们自己一样必须以“成熟”面对复杂外界的人。 Masked person I am willing to look at the face of newborn children. Those small, delicate expression, as if there is no ripples in the breeze, Meng Meng cry, laugh, without any disguise, because it will not hide. The beginning of human emotion, expression, let me suddenly what is pure, do not beware. The baby grows up day by day, his face more and more rich, every expression pack added, so elders joy, praise, until one day they see the child’s face cunning, gloomy, angry and even hatred, they found And another heart-filled, complex-looking adult, who, like himself, must face the complex outside world with “maturity.”