The birds returning in summer fall in love with the cicadas on the green leaves; the cicadas who have just woken up from the soil fall in love with the birds flying from the blue sky. In that short summer, the flying bird promised the cicada: next summer, the flying bird will come back to see him. The cicada watched the flying bird fly away proudly, but did not know that what was waiting for the flying bird was the dark muzzle of the hunter's gun; the flying bird watched the cicada's loyal waiting, but did not know that the cicada could not escape the warm summer night. That autumn, bullets shattered the wings of birds, and frost penetrated the thin wings of cicadas. The bird struggled to fly back, but only saw patches of frost on the cicada's thin wings. "I'm back, but what about you?"
Intention: Yuan Dan