A single snowflake on the red stove. Snowflakes dance in the air. One happens to land on the fiery red stove.\
Before it falls completely, we first 'freeze' it in a moment. We then realize that it 'exists,' although in an instant, it immediately melts, returning to emptiness and nothingness.\
A person's life, whether long or short, is like this snowflake. It falls from the sky, traveling thousands of miles, which can be considered 'long'; yet its descent and accumulation happen quickly, there is no turning back, and no time to think carefully, before it is already about to disappear, thus it can also be seen as 'short.'—A second or two? Several decades? The blazing fire, without a word, devours it.\
It existed, yet had no time to leave any trace. When snowflakes jostle and compete to fall on the bright colors, it is merely a meaningless chase.\
Beauty, this is indeed true.
Essence [Shallow] A speck of snow on the red stove
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You're cheating me out of money… no matter how you look at this writing, it's not fourth-grade level!
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