It becomes catkin, but it can't give people warmth; Turn into flour, but it won't make people full. It will be salt for a while, but the taste will disappear. One moment it's sugar, the other is not sweet. Because of all the illusions, we have to cheat.
Snow-the earth is white and there is no road. Walking casually leads to spring.
Snow-with the cold north wind, how can we appreciate the charm of spring?
Matches-light up a bright road at the expense of burning yourself.
It's worth living for a moment's flame.