When the insects began to gather and fly under the lights, I felt the real change of seasons. I love plants under the light, although for them it may be a kind of torture similar to sleep deprivation, lights and shadows are always obsessive, swaying in the wind, like swaying thoughts. They always give me an urge to record and preserve, How do I desperate to paint without lime limitation. Today I watched "El sol del membrillo", this is a documentary which similar to a movie, the starring role is a painter who always be free, and his plights seems to have become part of his freedom. He tried his best to reflect the truth, and that kind of attachment was so touching. (Although I don't agree with the pursuit of completely realistic painting, I still admire his sense of purity) 灯下开始聚集飞舞的小虫时，才感觉到季节转换的真切。我喜欢灯光下的植物，虽然对于它们，也许是一种类似剥夺睡眠的酷刑，但是光影总是令人痴迷，随风摆动，摇曳的思绪。 光影总会让我有记录、留存的冲动，好想不休不眠，不顾一切地画画啊。今天看了《榅桲树阳光》，一部类似于电影的纪录片，画画的人总是那样自由，他的困境好像也成了他自由的一部分。极力想要尽善尽美地体现出真实，那种执着太令人感动了。(虽然我不赞同完全写实的绘画追求，但是他的纯粹感还是让我非常敬佩)