The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. Called Yiren, she is on the water side. "A beautiful person, or a beloved person with clever eyes and longing for it, or a good minister with a loyal and pure mind, or a wise man with great intelligence. Yes, how can beautiful things be lost? We are just like the same, pursuing them with constant ups and downs, after thousands of journeys. After a lot of hard work, you stumble to the top of the mountain, and when you look up, you find that he has been waving to you from another mountain for thousands of years. This repeats over and over again, endlessly.
In midsummer, I watched ants carrying biscuits under the large shady locust tree. I also squatted and playfully picked the cookies away from the ants again and again. The poor little ant always comes so close to its food but can never reach it. From noon to evening, I drove it around in circles with biscuits. It felt like there was a lifetime distance between it and its biscuits.