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          Many may know or have heard of the term Reinassance, for me, renaissance artists achieved unparallel height after the anticlimax of Gothic and medieval period. The technique being adopted, the colour, the chariscuro method, the linear perspective which I have mentioned, were all miracles created by those masters. However, too much calculation, too much scientific concepts, once practiced together with art, would definitely adulterate the artpiece too a certain extent.

          The purity was lost, to many's disappointment.

    

    The Source      Ingres, Jean-Auguste-Dominique  (1780-1867).

        I chose this painting for my first art critic out of the simpliest reason that Ingres is my favourite artist and The Source is my favourite picture out of all his renowned portraits and extravagant paintings.Yes, opinions about Ingres were controversial, if not, complete denials. No matter what an artist`s motive of painting a picture is, shall we not give him the basic credit for leaving the world a marvellous piece of work that I believe every single human being will have great joy  upon glancing at it?

       Ingres made it.

       What is wrong for him to take extra heed on details like every fissure of the garment?What is wrong for being sensuous,if he and only he can delineat female`s flesh as vivid as that? Look at the girls' eyes, do you feel like lost? Do you feel you are too abashed to even look into her innocent eyes? Do we need more communication? Do we need more message? What drived an artist to spend 36 years on one piece of painting? If he could not perceive then express the unerring yet inexplicable beauty of a youthful life, who else could?

       Why cant the figure be put at the centre? Is it really necessary to obey the dated reinassance's linear perspective?

If it is the person who he was portraiting, why even bother to care about all those redundant background, superfluous gesture and unfathomable religious symbols? Make it as explicit as that! Sense the feeling? All he wanted to give us is the purity, nothing more.

       有时候也会告诉自己，算了吧，一个女孩子，何苦呢？

       以前的自己不是这个样子的，只是想静静的，周遭的烦扰让他人去担搁。

我可以保持绝对的骄傲，可以很有个性，可以笑得像看破红尘一样，欲望永远停滞在无知之前。以前的自己，绝然不会想去当什么班长，不会执著于纷繁的比赛。以前会鄙夷所有的贪婪，会痛恨尽数的虚伪。

以前的自己不是这个样子的。以前不会注重他人看我的眼光，头发留很短很短的，以前脑袋里很单纯，只装着是朋友和不是朋友的人。以前可以肆无忌惮的骂人，可以飞扬跋扈，可以说自己想说的话，可以不把女生当女生，不把男生当人。

 

文说，他同桌的女孩子得了白血病。

文说，有个学生离家出走了。

离家出走的人还没有找到

高考后的六月会是晴天吗？

 

对不起，我没有办法分担。我试图去了解。

你们的一切

 

想在不能回归的过去里，剖开每个旧日的残酷；透过裂痕，重拾我眷恋经久的笑容

 

而你们，记载着我那年那天的全部

 两年了，我第一次回去。见到爸妈时，我觉得自己还是个孩子。无论想多么好地展示出独立和成熟的一面，也始终还是频频犯错，也渐渐回忆起怎样依赖。

两年前微笑着离开，我挥挥手对着候机厅外的爸妈，走了，两年后我会回来的。

家，是个约定。走的那夜是中秋，我从机舱的玄窗望去，月亮是圆的，很近。

爸妈，你们等着，我会给你们看到最好的自己。

天生是一个守时的人，我做到了。

 

两年后，窗外是久违了的故乡的灯火，飞机在降落，耳畔是机翼摩擦空气的声音。爸妈，女儿回来了；面纸遮盖不住抽噎的声音，我的泪水流下来，在零下十度里，惊醒了邻座的乘客。

 

再一次离别，我没有允诺，有时间我就回来；因为有太多的未知，让我无法看到实现我下个目标的距离有多远。但对自己说了，离别的那一刻，始终要学会成长。

因为离别是过去与伊始的交界点。无论主动还是被动，我始终要换双鞋子，选一条未曾踏过的路。而我会一直走下去，想象家离路的尽头不远，也许只隔着一扇窗。