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已经记不清楚初次遇见易格是哪一年,因为谁而遇到的了。只记得是数年前的一个傍晚,在北京的望京,我与一群和我一样跨界在艺术与媒体圈的朋友们小聚。她走进来了,满屋子的活跃气氛顿时凝固了片刻,她那双深邃的眼睛和不冷不暖的淡笑让我一下子记住了她。人很多,饭后茶语,和她有少许的交谈,之后大家就散了。席间,我才知道,她叫宋易格,是位年轻的画家。因为是刚刚从纽约回京,时差还在折磨着我,夜深了,我毫无睡意,
Have not remember the first time I met the easy year, because who encountered it. Just remember that one evening a few years ago, in Beijing’s Wangjing, I was gathered in a group of friends like myself in a cross-section of art and media circles. When she came in, the active atmosphere of the room suddenly solidified a moment, her deep eyes and cold indifference let me suddenly remember her. A lot of people, after dinner tea, and she had a little conversation, after which everyone was scattered. During the banquet, I learned that she was Song Yige, a young painter. Because it was just returned from New York to Beijing, jet lag is still torment me, late at night, I am no sleep,