An object, a world ,as I look down to the flying seasons under my brush ,I recall with emotion of these tiny lives.In the sonic changing world , they use to be full of jollification and enthusiasm.

• 一物一世界，我注视着笔下流逝的季节，感怀这些小小的生命，在急速变化的世界里，它们也曾很热闹过，也充满了激情。