Like all the plants and trees that come and go in spring and autumn, your life is ordinary and short. The difference is that in your life history, being ordinary is not humble, and being short is not empty. In this barren land on the bank of the Yellow River, you repay the earth with heavy fruits, express your gratitude for her kindness, and show the dignity of your family; facing the sun that breeds all things, you pull out long stems and hold up brilliant flowers. Mission, I send you your humble praise. Your piety inspires the most devout believers in mankind.
Your flowers have withered and your leaves will fall. That is your return to the earth. Your fruits will also be scattered to the earth, which is the continuation of your life and dignity. In the coming year, they will, like you, pull out tall stems and bloom brilliant flowers to send pious praise to the sun.
