Spring moth, in the late stage of adulthood, spit out all the love threads in the chest, make a cocoon and bind itself, so that all my enthusiasm is chrysalis in the heart, and I become a pupa myself, and I will not harm the rest. Breaking the cocoon is also my own business, and I don't borrow external forces. Even if it breaks, it will eventually become a moth, my wings are not strong, I can't fly high, I can't go far, I won't be like a butterfly to please people. My world doesn't need much attention. My days are also very short, so I can't do everything, I can only choose the simplest word. Spring moth design, it is not him, she, it, not you and you, who is it? Is there any value in practicing one's own design in this way? So this point should be included in "Thinking and Deleting".

The person who says I'm stupid is smarter than me, but they can also be stupider than me.

In the end, I didn't listen to anyone's advice.

I've spent a lot of time on my own, and if I don't, my emotional breakdown will lead to my body being torn apart, so anyway, my spring moth design is still implemented.

I completely stripped myself from the sea of learning, and burned hundreds of thousands of words of assignments, compositions, weekly diary notes, and textbooks, which was the sign of the beginning of my spring moth design.

In 1988, when my spring moth design had become a cocoon, I was still naively thinking in the dark cocoon that I would collect all the rejections I submitted into one book, and divide them into "No Door", "Touching the Door" and "Knocking on the Door" into "Breaking the Door".

I was too naïve to really understand the real situation of meat buns beating dogs and never going back - people don't return at all!

A pile of paper ashes buries itself at the bottom of this society.

In addition to hanging himself with the only line of reading, he will not completely lose the ability to write language.

I have turned myself into a peasant from the bottom of my bones, and even my thoughts are small-scale peasant consciousness, and I care about what I should care. I cut off almost all the replies, and that was when I was cocooning and pupating.

By the age of 21, I was engaged to the same kind of people as I was, and that was the sign that I had broken my pupae and become a moth.

I didn't get rid of it completely, and I turned into a moth with a bit of demonic energy. I know that demonic spirit is my literary breath, no matter how strong my body is, even if my carrying ability can no longer find an opponent, and I look chubby, there are still many villagers who call me a scholar. Could it be that the sun is already a little the same color as the sun, so I can't tan too much? Is it because I can touch a book whenever I have time?

I thought that a small moth would not flutter for too long, and my spring moth design would soon pass, and it was expected to be more than a year or two years, at most three years, how could I have thought that it would be extended to two, three, five, and ten times!

The obedience of fate is really amazing, from an adult to a mature worm, I actually used a whole year. It can make a moth live so long!

The seventeen-year-old cicada has lived underground for 17 years, which has earned it the title of the longest-lived insect in the insect world.

If I become thorough enough to become a pure moth, my longevity will be another world record.

But I haven't been able to become thorough, no matter how I practice, the heart of the text is immortal, as the 'lonely old man' said: '...... The most beautiful thing in life is always indelible. Beauty is the most powerful force – unrivaled, unmatched!'

Because the beauty of human learning is incomparable, I can't get rid of it, hehe! I'm just a demon moth with popularity.

I'm not sure I'm still a spring moth now, otherwise why would I still be fluttering?

She was overly industrious and super tolerant of me. When I reached the marriageable age, I did not hesitate and resolutely became true with her. Marriage is a sign that the spring moth has become a mature adult.

The only difference from other newlyweds is that before we got married, we didn't even hold hands. Alas, in that era, we could compete for the Guinness World Record by playing unmarried like this.

On the last day of February in the early spring of the lunar calendar, my big day with her, I didn't see the bride crying and marrying, but as the groom, after meeting my parents, tears flowed like a spring, which lasted for a long time, changed many rooms, and went upstairs and downstairs, after the ceremony was completed, I went to help the cook, I nested in the stove house to make a fire, although I have not cried, but I have not been able to stop crying.

No one knew that in addition to thanking my parents, I also thought that I was going to be like a real spring moth, and I was about to start my ultimate mission - to reproduce offspring!

Is it destined in this life, once it becomes a moth, it can't become anything else!

I used to be a moth, and I was born not long after, both male and female, and after having a son, I am still alive, and I am still a moth, why do I live so long? Is it that our five-year-old genius son understands something, and he generously goes to the pool, just to give me my life, and wants me to live? Because my brother, my son's uncle, he wants me to live!

Later, heartbroken, we had a good daughter again. I have a queen again, is it because I am still a moth, and my wise father also died for me once?

It's that people can only really die once, why should I die instead, the three closest people in the family want me to live, live, live!

What are you doing with me, the least brilliant person? I really understand my own mission, and they know about it?

Enough is enough! Damn spring moth design!

Originated from bits and pieces before May 1988.