Plato had long dreams in his cave, imagining the beautiful or dangerous world outside the cave. His fire weaved thoughts and wisdom for him, making him the man who walked out of the cave to see the world.
I was once imprisoned in a cold cave, and all I could see day and night was the shadow of the fire reflected on the stone wall. My fire is the man who has the same last name as me but is not even remotely related to me. He has been the only relative since I was born, or in other words, he is the only one willing to treat me as a relative. His existence is the foundation of who I am as a human being.
In front of outsiders, he will always be my "brother" like father and mother. Only we know that our relationship is more than just a simple "brother".
He likes to wear glasses when he works, and his face sometimes makes people jealous. If he didn't have a face like that, I wouldn't be so sure that I wasn't my biological child. Hehe... Just kidding, I'm not ugly either.
I used to hear people say that flowers like roses, which symbolize love, should be given to the one you love, but later I learned that not everyone who receives roses likes the bouquet of flowers. Whether you like flowers or not has nothing to do with flowers. If you really like them, I will give him a bouquet of white chrysanthemums on Qingming Festival and he will not be able to put it down.
One day I came out of this cave and realized that what was waiting for me was not the candle, but the person who lit the candle...
Intention: Don't be afraid of difficulties, live hard, and have your loved ones and loved ones by your side.