各种颜料在旋转,融合,我看见它们在碰击。颜料的怒潮在渴求中死去,浓艳的向日葵开始绽放,从此黯淡了艺术家所有的春天,甚至所有的花都停止开放,放眼注视这14朵向日葵的生成。黄颜色如此地耀眼,明亮着一个又一个世纪人们的眼睛,如一朵朵火焰,烧毁了一切挣扎着的虚伪,纯自然的解放,连那世俗世界的太阳也不过是其中的倒影而已。阳光从此炫目,永远不会熄灭。 The various pigments are spinning and merging. I see them hit. The raging tide of pigments died in the craving, and the bright sunflowers began to bloom. From then on, all the artist’s spring was dimmed. Even all of the flowers stopped opening and they focused on the formation of the 14 sunflowers. The yellow color is so dazzling, bright eyes of people in a century and a century, such as a blossoming flame, destroyed all the hypocrisy of struggle, the liberation of pure nature, even the sun of the secular world is only a reflection of it. The glare of the sun will never be extinguished.