Zhou Ran…day burning.
I was born, my mother was an orphan, and my father was a long-term worker.
At the age of six, he washed and served meals for the landlord's son.
When I was ten years old, I watched the Japanese kill my parents.
At the age of fifteen, he had no food and was so hungry that he gnawed tree bark.
At the age of twenty-five, he is working in an upright manner, with his head held high and his chest held high.
The red sun rises in the east, driving away the cold and darkness for me.
If I had never seen the light, I could have endured the darkness.
Intention: Burning a lamp to keep the day going is like a moth flying into a flame. If you don't know how to do it, you will overestimate your ability.