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Several sculptures of "Motomi Painting" are bored and awkward in response to the searching eyes of passers-by

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In March, the temperature in Beijing is still very low, some people say that There is no spring and autumn in Beijing, how can there be no, but these two solar terms are relatively short. The ice north of the landscape pond wall has not yet melted, and the sunny place is already full of springs, water splashes, and the shoots in the pots are also looking at each other day by day, quietly probing out the colors of the spring of the year.

Several sculptures of "Motomi Painting" are bored and awkward in response to the searching eyes of passers-by

Sun Ben saw the works

The art district has gone through more than a year of scary demolition and suffering, and now it seems to have eased up, like it has been suspended, the calligraphers and painters who live in it have calmed down a lot, and a few friends who moved out last year are coming back, after all, the park has done a good job in all aspects. Yesterday I was in a bad mood, delayed the homework that should be completed to today, and apologized to Feng Zong and his friends.

Several sculptures of "Motomi Painting" are bored and awkward in response to the searching eyes of passers-by

Now the magnolia and apricot blossoms at home have bloomed one after another, and the park is also full of tourists and greenery. Comparing the entire solar terms, Beijing is very different than home, at least a month late. The newly remodeled Little Fort Square is becoming more and more deserted, and the stylish and chic buildings are placed together with several sculptures, looking at it from a distance, bored and awkwardly responding to the searching eyes of passers-by.

Several sculptures of "Motomi Painting" are bored and awkward in response to the searching eyes of passers-by

North of the square to Luyuan North Avenue, the west side of the National Defense Art District, the demolished construction site, covered with green dust nets, in the middle of the construction site, a cement floor with nearby villagers exercising in the sun, some playing tai chi and badminton, and several old people wearing large cotton jackets around playing poker. This cement field is the yard of the original art district, I was on the west side of the cement floor, I opened the green dust net, found the roses that were damaged by the rolling of the demolition vehicle, carefully lifted them out, and planted them in the soil basin in front of my studio, re-repaired them, watered them, and hoped that it would be safe and stable this year, taking root and blossoming.

Several sculptures of "Motomi Painting" are bored and awkward in response to the searching eyes of passers-by
Several sculptures of "Motomi Painting" are bored and awkward in response to the searching eyes of passers-by
Several sculptures of "Motomi Painting" are bored and awkward in response to the searching eyes of passers-by

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