扒开雕塑神秘的面纱，也许是一坨泥，也许是一块石，也许是一堆铁，也许是人心！对，就是人心，心之所想，塑之所向……粗糙的表面，仿佛经历风雨，却仍显坚韧……那沉思着望向远方的眼神，带着坚定、带着执念、带着期盼，经历着世界的风雨，仍倔强的成长着，不忘初心！雕塑中的他和她，还有那个一直在努力奋发雕塑的他和她，都默默在时间的长河中经受着孤独而享受着孤寂的快乐……是否常常在清晨的阳光下看到她，阳光照射在她和雕塑的身上，形成斑驳的光影。那一刻，我仿佛看到了她眼中的世界，一个充满希望和憧憬的世界。而在黄昏时分，当太阳渐渐落下，她似乎又在沉思，思考着生活的意义和价值。而他，在雕塑的一瞬间，突然将手放到下巴下面，仿佛在思考什么深奥的问题……或许雕塑只在一瞬间的灵感乍现，去还原那残酷而又美妙的现实……Peeling off the mysterious veil of the sculpture, it may be a lump of mud, a stone, a pile of iron, or a human heart! Yes, it's the human heart, the thoughts of the heart, the shaping of the direction... The rough surface seems to have experienced wind and rain, but still shows resilience... The contemplative gaze towards the distance, with determination, persistence, and hope, experiencing the storms of the world, still growing stubbornly, never forgetting the original intention!He and she in the sculpture, as well as the one who has been working hard to sculpture, silently endure loneliness and enjoy the joy of loneliness in the long river of timeDo you often see her in the early morning sunlight, which shines on her and the sculpture, forming mottled light and shadow. At that moment, I seemed to see the world in her eyes, a world full of hope and longing. At dusk, as the sun gradually sets, she seems to be pondering again, pondering the meaning and value of life.And at the moment of sculpture, he suddenly placed his hand under his chin, as if pondering some profound question... Perhaps the sculpture only had a momentary inspiration to recreate that cruel and beautiful reality
