“世界上最后一滴水可能就是我们的眼泪!”在现代文明不断进步的社会中,这句话拷问着每个人的灵魂,也让我心旌颤栗。感到自己作为一个艺术家,应该做点什么。哪怕就像飞蛾扑火,也要在黑暗的夜空中划出一丁点亮光。儿时的蓝天碧水、莺飞草长曾给我 “The last drop of water in the world may be our tears!” In a society where modern civilization is constantly evolving, this sentence kills every soul and makes me feel trembling. Feel myself as an artist, what should I do. Even as moths flames, but also in the dark night sky draw a little light. Childhood blue sky and clear water, long grass Iverson gave me