Long, long ago, there was a great empire called the donghua Empire. The donghua Empire produced a large number of glass irises every year, which were vivid and lifelike.
The donghua Empire was very good at doing business. They sold these lifelike irises and gained immeasurable reputation and status. Of course, it’s purpose was to obtain better iris raw materials for processing.
The yunjian Empire was a neighboring country of donghua , and every year they would purchase various irises from the donghua Empire. The ruler of the yunjian Empire was keen on arranging the newly purchased irises together, then according to its standards, selecting the most gorgeous and eye-catching artificial flowers, bundling them in carefully selected vases. It then randomly picked some of the less superior flowers to put in two vases, because although they were fragrant, they were not as eye-catching as the others. Finally, it haphazardly divided the remaining flowers into several clusters because their fragrance was not strong enough, and their colors were not very bright.
But what was the standard for selecting irises by the ruler? The irises knew. Some irises, in order to get better vases, competed with each other, showing off their beauty in the sunlight, and thus they turned into peonies. Some irises were always indecisive, so they turned into seaweed, enduring the ridicule of rain, dew, and frost.
Some irises lost hope, but irises themselves represent hope. They gently rotted in the soil, while the irises that had not yet rotted revealed a sad expression but felt a sense of schadenfreude in their hearts. Some irises wanted to escape, and they did succeed, but they all knew that they had only escaped to a larger empire.
But the artificial flowers, originally made of glass, were not so lucky. They could not turn into peonies or seaweed. They couldn't even choose to rot—they were so fragile and isolated from each other. When they broke, the ruler would casually remove the fragments, clean up, as if no irises had ever existed.
But irises are the embodiment of freedom; they should not be confined to vases but should freely indulge in their own posture in the wilderness.
But life is inherently equal and unique, and no iris is nobler than another.
But the ruler did not know that the white iris was a unique variety, not a defect.
It did not know that the fragrance of irises should not be as flamboyant as roses.
It did not know that the raw material of glass irises—
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