It turns out that everything is just empty, like smoke, like a dream, like bubbles flying in the air. Although they are free, they are always in danger of bursting and disappearing. It reflects the sun's red - unrestrained, orange - fiery, yellow - elegant, green - strong, green - fresh, blue - dry, purple - noble, and is praised by the world, but only in the porcelain bottle, it is itself, with incomparable purity. The moment it leaves the template, it loses its true heart and becomes a puppet of the sun until it disappears, leaving only a field of fine water drops. Even in people's memories, it is so small that once it disappears, no one will remember it. It is just like her - rootless and wandering, but always looking for her own happiness, tenacious and persistent.