It is said that every butterfly is the ghost of a former flower, returning to find itself.
So, in order to have no regrets.
Go meet the people you want to meet. While the sun is shining, while the breeze is quiet, while the flowers have not yet bloomed to full bloom, while we are still young, we can still walk a long, long way, and express our deep, deep thoughts, while the world is not so crowded, while the plane has not taken off, while our hands can still hug each other, while we still have breathing.
Just a random creation, don't spray it if you don't like it.
Years are more likely.
Welcome to collect the author's column.
Intent: To pay tribute to every butterfly that strives to shed its cocoon.