◎I move yesterday to tomorrow Text/Picture/Zhu Aihua I move yesterday to tomorrow. The withered grass instantly sprouts new buds to face new life. Angels stand excitedly on the stars and cry. Butterflies travel through the lovely afterlife and land on new life. The wind that stir

◎I move yesterday to tomorrow

Text/Picture/Zhu Aihua

I move yesterday to tomorrow, and the withered grass instantly sprouts new shoots

Facing the new life, the angel stands excitedly and cries on the star

Butterflies travel through the lovely afterlife

Falling on the new life, those winds that stir up words

throw away the rouged petals, and silently complete some birdsong in the air in the early morning or evening

Everything merges into the sound, you and I are no exception.

It’s just you who is singing. When the sound just started, I was when the sound was about to end.

We are each in our own voice.

Infinitely expanding our limited life.

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◎Lao Chan

by Zhu Aihua

He walked through the black forest

on a dazzling tree. Standing

He saw the sun climbing the sky

Seagulls Flying proudly across the water

The dew rolled on the leaves

The flowers moved away from the branches and leaves towards enlightenment

He heard the dawn knocking on the sea stones

The setting sun lit up the grass

The sound of horse hooves rushing under the sky

Black With white, the exchange branded the wilderness

He released the imprisoned soul, contended with the thunder, lightning, wind and rain

Used sound to crush the colors

Crushed the "bird-shaped crowd" walking on the earth

While freedom spewed from his body

, he converged and flew under the moonlight wings

He was awake, he was dreaming

He was awake in his dream

and clearly saw himself becoming a specimen

twinkling over the black forest