It's also called young lung notoginseng, and it also has a name that I like, Jiji.

Its life has been a beautiful metamorphosis.

Unlike butterflies, it is not from a caterpillar to an angelic appearance, flying among the flowers, making people look at the flower, the butterfly, is a painting, a poem. It just sprouts silently, and then silently grows, matures, blossoms, and bears fruit. It was always in a dark, damp and hard-to-find place, as if the world where you could see the light had nothing to do with it. Enjoying the taste of growing up alone, self-knowledge is the best evidence of existence.

Its shyness and sense of isolation and indifference, but it is also like this, which makes me fall in love with this flower, which I have never seen with my own eyes.

Although it is called the flower of the fairy tale world, I think, it is definitely because of its unique beauty, but I think it does not need to be called any good name, it is what it is. It's white, it's red, it's blue, it's yellow.

In February, the month of my birth, they began to bloom. All I could think of was them hidden deep in the bushes, green heads, new leaves, perhaps beginning to give birth to flower bones, it did not belong to the darling of the sun, but the darkness gave a more comfortable sense of breathing, they were mysterious, they were elves.

I really want to know who was the first to find them, and to understand them, their beauty, the harm caused by the fruit of temptation, the color of blood. However, they are good medicine. Will they move to a more secluded place after they are found?

If I were one of them, then I would, for many reasons, or none at all.

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