Bright starry night, shining white light. I am small and insignificant, living in a narrow hut, facing the world alone.
I was in ecstasy, and wept sadly.
A distant and blurry star floated across my field of vision. I was startled. When I looked closer, I realized that it was a bright firefly. I looked at it and it seemed like it was looking at me.
As soon as I reached out and grabbed it, the little insect was controlled by my hand. The flashes of white light continued, as if blinking bright eyes, curiously looking at the giant next to it.
What a weak life, as long as I pinch it gently, life will disappear from this world, quietly, leaving nothing behind.
But the flashing white light still flickered in front of my eyes, and my heart softened. I seem to feel its thoughts, its will: the fragrance of life is emanating from its rhythmic heart. So I waved lightly, and the cute firefly started to fly again, its posture still so light, as if it didn't realize that it had just experienced a life-and-death event.