There is a species of scorpion in India, the largest scorpion in the world, the Indian red-clawed rainforest scorpion
Once, a kind Indian saw a scorpion falling into the water and swirling around, and he immediately stretched out his finger to try to save it, but just when his finger touched the scorpion, the scorpion stung violently, but the Indian still wanted to save the scorpion, so he reached out again, and the scorpion stung him again.
Someone next to him said, "It's always stinging you, what are you doing to save it?"
This Indian said, "It is the nature of the scorpion to sting, and love is my nature."
How can I give up the nature of hand love because of its stinging nature? Once, an Indian saw a scorpion fall into the water
He immediately stretched out his finger to rescue it, but just as his finger touched the scorpion, the scorpion stung violently, but the Indian still wanted to save the scorpion, so he held out his hand again, and the scorpion stung him again.
How can I give up the nature of hand love because of its stinging nature?
