Two paragraphs from Feng Xiaogang’s autobiography: 来到新西兰，飞机落下去的时候，天刚破晓，大地一片沉寂，天空如浸在显影液里的相纸，渐渐浮现出一层层青灰色的云。走出机场，鼻子头像涂了薄荷，深深吸一口干净的空气，一路凉到肺里。刚下过一夜的雨，汽车碾着积水上路，奥克兰像一位刚刚哭过的美人走在风里。这里的七月是冬天。 Coming to New Zealand, when the plane was landing, dawn had just broken, the land was silent, the sky was like photographic paper soaking in developing solution, gradually layer after layer of grey clouds appeared. As I left the airport, it was as if peppermint had been painted … Continue reading thank you, Mr Feng