One flower and one world, one butterfly and one fate. I would rather be in the flower world and be in love with the butterfly. The flower is the lotus, which is originally pure and pure. The flowers bloom and fall, just like the people who live and die in the universe, or the human heart that thinks about life and death; the butterfly is the symbol of love regardless of cultural customs. A metaphor that couldn't be simpler and clearer. Love entangles people's hearts, just like butterflies falling in love with flowers. People's thoughts are always traveling in the vast world, and there are troubles wherever they are sentient. But who can break away from attachment to love? There is love in the world. Love is the devil, and love is the main cause of adultery. Love is a kind of practice. Watch how your mind arises, how you miss it, how it persists, how it entangles you, how you remember it, how it despairs, and how it dies, and you will finally wake up to what love is. . .