I don't know how long I have heard a story about the language of cactus flowers.
At the beginning of creation, the cactus was the weakest thing in the world. It was as delicate as water and lost its life at the slightest touch. God couldn't bear it and put a set of armor on her heart, which was as hard as iron and had thorns on it that could hurt. From then on, no one can see the heart of the cactus anymore, and any creature that comes close to her will be dripping with blood. A long time later, a brave man wanted to eradicate this evil thing. When his sword came out and fell, the cactus turned into two halves, but there was green liquid in it. It turned out that it was the sealed heart of the cactus, which turned into teardrops due to the loneliness that no one understood. The flower language of cactus is - hard.
So hard, so weak, what kind of contradiction is it?