A woman's secret love for a man is like a mimosa, blooming only for that man; a man's secret love for a woman is like a sunflower, determined to pursue the sun every day; a woman's love for a man is like a dog, always giving him great support with her eyes; a man's love for a woman is like a little mouse, you ask why? Isn't there a song that I heard when I was very young: "Little mouse, go up to the lampstand, steal the oil and eat it, and can't get off!" He is itchy and greedy, and even if a cat appears, he still loves the oil! If it's not a little mouse, what is it?