一轮明晃晃的太阳半落西天。火车依然有节奏地通过这座城市的心脏;成群的灰喜鹊掠过钢筋水泥的楼顶和古老的槐树;单车的洪流紧密而有致,输送着百万归人。石家庄,就这样平凡而淡远地告别白天,迎接黑夜。但注定,平凡和淡远中孕育的是一个又一个的时机。比如这次,在地平线的某一个端点,一匹当代艺术的黑马悄然出发,并叩击着石门 A bright shining sun half day West. Trains still rhythmically pass through the heart of the city; flocks of gray magpiles swept over the roof of the concrete and ancient Ash trees; the cyclists of cycling are close and deliver millions of people. Shijiazhuang, so ordinary and farewell to say goodbye to the night. But doomed, ordinary and faraway birth is one after another opportunity. For example, at one end of the horizon, a dark horse of contemporary art quietly departed and knocked on the stone gate