在西湖边的几个角落里,我遇见了一些在我面前闪烁着的景物。他们像西湖的水一般浮动,没有哪怕那么一瞬间处于真正的平静。这就犹如那些纵贯历史的语言一样,在变为象征之前,它们的特定意义和存在始终只是以间歇的形式于一些时间段内出现,永远发展变化着。这些景物在现实中甚至梦境中出现于过去的并且甚至是虚假的空间里,由于语言的描述过于有限,我无法将它们保存在文字构建的世界里,而是选择让他们存在于我的照片中。摄影的魔力使得他们存在于这样的失去坐标的、平面化的、被篡改的时空之中。
　　In a few corners of the West Lake, I met some scenes that shimmered in front of me. They were floating like the water of the West Lake, not even for a moment in real peace. This is like the language that runs through history, whose specific meanings and existences always appear only in intermittent forms in some time periods before becoming symbols, forever evolving and changing. These scenes appear in reality, in dreams, in the past and even in a false space. Since words are too limited to preserve them in the literary world, yet photographs will make sense. The magic of photography allows them to exist in such an uncoordinated, flat and tampered space-time.