Mapaya (《诗经-卫风-木瓜》)
投我以木瓜，报之以琼琚。 I will not be able to repay you, but I will always think of it as a good thing.
Throw me a wooden peach and return it with an agar jelly. I'll never be able to repay you for your kindness.
This is the first time I've ever been in a situation where I've had a chance to be a part of something that's been going on for a long time. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it forever.
Memory: the value of things in return is much greater than the things given, or refers to the first love, to take the flavor of the meaning of the green (in fact, it can also be the meaning of the many children, huh, black, everywhere, the son). Apple, commonly known as peace, but in fact according to my humble opinion more represents a pragmatic tendency. Orange, is a high-calorie, low-fat fruit, containing 0.7 grams of protein, 0.6 grams of fat, 57 calories per 100 grams of calories, to take the warm meaning. Marmalade, a non-traditional food, has no moral for now.
Because the overall shape appears to be a heart (GOD! Whose heart is this!?!), it's obvious this is the author's idea of a heart. , so obviously this is a description of love by the author. The loose and messy arrangement represents that the author's view of love lacks compactness is rather chaotic. The outermost apple peel shows that she always wears the mask of pragmatism or always pretends to be honest. The papaya in the inner part reveals that, oh, actually, she is still a novice and still holds some kind of Prince Charming fantasy. The orange, in a rather holistic gesture, is saying that she likes to take her passions in one go! Marmalade? I think it's for sticking papaya seeds on, huh? After all that fruit, she's still a homebody.
The analysis is complete, the conclusion is as follows: this so-called fruit platter represents the author's concept of love --- in the package labeled ordinary happiness longing for the beauty of the first love and the madness of passionate love, and so the passion fades away, and then with the sticky maturity and great motherhood slowly repair their loose heart. (Enough 500 words yet? Oh)