When lotus leaves were planted in the mud for a summer, my mother wanted to use the lotus leaves to cook me a meal. Life is short and she wanted me to play happily, so she took the cocoon from my hand and returned it. The cicada gave me my whole childhood. If I want to grasp these two points of salt, I have to taste the hardships and plainness of life. I think the world will love me so much. I saw my mother's three-point thin noodles and all her diligence. She will add a little bit of salt. The hot sauce I love carefully surrounds a high wall with lotus leaves. Her love is a vow planted in my life, which will never change despite the changes in the world