① I remember when I was a child, one summer night, a flying insect flew into my ear. I panicked and pulled my ears hard, but the naughty little flying insect refused to come out. I was so anxious that I started to cry.
②Grandma took out a drop of clear oil. She said that if you put a few drops of clear oil into the ears, you can stick the wings of flying insects and suffocate them to death.
③My mother asked me to stand up, put my ear to the bright light bulb, and whispered in my ear like magic: Bugs, bugs, come out quickly, give you light for you to play with. ...Sure enough, after a while, the insects crawled out slowly and started to spin happily around the light bulb. My mother said that what insects like most is bright light. Wherever there is bright light, they will fly towards it.
④ Regarding the two different methods, the poet explained: the former is life, and the latter is poetry.