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1991年冬天,我因故从云南边疆回到老家贵阳。一天,我一个人来到广场,当年记忆中的情景依旧:老旧的邮电大楼和新建的海关大厦鹤立鸡群般耸立在老式青砖青瓦的建筑群中,显得形单影只。毛泽东塑像落满了灰尘,脸上挂着一道道雨水的痕迹,眼神仍然凝重……我拿出相机,拍下这萧瑟的景象。按下快门的刹那我定下了一个决心:我将一直拍下去,直到这个城市改变的那一天。
In the winter of 1991, I returned to my hometown of Guiyang from the border of Yunnan for any reason. One day I came to the square alone, the memory of the scene was still the same: the old Post and Telecommunication Tower and the newly-built Customs Building stood out standing in the buildings of the old-style brick green tiles and appeared to be the only ones. Mao Zedong statue covered with dust, a trace of rain hung on his face, eyes still dignified ... ... I took out the camera, photographed this bleak scene. At the moment of pressing the shutter, I set a decision: I will keep patting it until the day the city changes.