My friend bought me a butterfly specimen. The green morpho butterfly has pink scales attached to its wings that shine at every angle, almost mysterious and beautiful. As a result, anyone who sees this specimen will know that this butterfly must not belong to any quiet and beautiful place, but must have been born in a vast and dangerous rain forest. Flying nimbly among the bushes, he has used the mystery of his talent to fool many predators who secretly covet him and show their special abilities. In the end, it seemed to become a symbol of laurels, quietly frozen in time.
Intention: The flesh and blood struggling to grow should not be misunderstood as dormant before blooming.