Morning bacteria don't know Hui Shuo, and worms don't know Spring and Autumn.
I am a cricket that lives a little longer, I think. I want to live for a year.
Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, small years are not as good as big ones.
When I pupate, this world will be hundreds of millions of years old.
Xi Yi knows this?
It was late autumn and I heard the sound of shells shedding.
Concept: loneliness, forgetfulness, death. Time is an eternal prison.