The moth dived into the water.

On the green water, the waves are swaying gently like a woman's gentle curve. Suddenly, a moth jumped into the water like a dying eagle.

I stared at the struggling moth in surprise.

I have seen moths put out a fire, and in an instant, the fire burned all over their wings. Without struggle and expression, life disappears into ashes, and the world remains clear. I've seen fire, it's bright red, and the flame occupies the whole sky.

In its mind, it tries to fly, whether to light or death.

If it jumps to the flame in search of light, what about water?

Water is colorless, odorless and full of danger. Why did it choose water? Above the water, the sun hangs there, and the light covers the whole world, while below the water, life is drying up.

It seems that our life is often irregular, confused and confused. Taking the previous step is hope, but we can't afford to move forward.