"Poetry Classic, Guofeng, Cao Feng, Ephemera"
Ephemeral feathers, well-dressed. Where do I return from the troubles of my heart?
Wings of ephemera, picking clothes. The sorrow of the heart, to me?
Ephemerals dig and read, and linen is like snow. The worries of the heart, to me?
Ephemeral: Insect name. The larvae live in water, and the adults are brownish green, have four wings, and have a very short survival time.
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Ephemerals, very beautiful little insects. There are two pairs of thin and transparent wings, and two or three beautiful silk-like tassels like ribbons floating on the tail.
In the morning, in the lower reaches of the river, thousands of ephemera rush out of the water, dancing in the air, and flying upstream in groups, shining like clouds, beautiful and spectacular.
During the flight, continue to walk, jaw and dance. At the same time, he searched and searched, and completed the process of love from acquaintance to mutual understanding to mutual pleasure.
When you reach the upstream, you both walk into the cave and complete the whole process of metamorphosis and reproduction of the baby. Then, life gradually dies out, from floating back to the surface.
Thousands of white and transparent ephemera bodies float on the surface of the water, down the river, back to the place where they came out of the water in the morning, and the wheel of life returns to perfection. The newborn eggs that drifted back downstream once again sank into the water and began the next cycle of life. It is said that it takes several years for the feathers to emerge from the water as flying insects, and the adults will no longer eat until they die calmly. Born to die, simple and pure.
