Boiled beans burn the pods, and the beans turn to ash when cooked.
Those who are familiar with it will put the treasure on the table, and the ashes will be used as fertilizer in the field.
If we are not born from the same roots, why would we be willing to destroy ourselves? …
The golden mask reflected the candlelight, which made people feel a little dazzling in the dark tomb. He tried to move his eyes away and slowly scanned the tomb wall. In a daze, he saw the colors, horses, and figures on this wall that had not dimmed yet, and they were running and jumping again with the flickering flames.
Light and shadow are criss-crossed. Light and dark, opposites meet. Life is like electricity and bubbles are like illusion.
The afterimage of the galloping horse became clearer and clearer in his mind. The one who kept pace was clearly a woman in white. The clothes and long hair fluttering in the wind are like a fairy couple about to fly but not yet. He saw the two people walking away silently looking at each other and smiling. Their smiles crossed the barriers of time and space, piercing the darkness of the room, and once again made him feel the pain in his heart.