A plum blossom that had been pierced died in the basin.
Her life is so lonely!
Second, "life"
Undeveloped-budding; Will open-open;
What has opened-withered; This flower spent her life peacefully.
Third, "heaven"
In pursuit of light and heat, moths jump under the lamp and finally die under the lamp or soak in oil, which is commendable. At the last moment, it got light and heat.
I miss ancient Kuafu. He chased the shadow of the sun and died of thirst in the valley. In pursuit of light and heat, people would rather give up their lives. Life is lovely. But a cold and lonely life is not as good as a vigorous death.
Without light and heat, wouldn't this world be dark and cold? If I had a pair of wings, I would be a moth on the earth. I want to fly to the hot sun ball, let me shine in front of my eyes, lose consciousness when my body is hot, and turn into a puff of smoke and a pinch of ash.