A bug from my potted plants, it's as pitiful as the morning mushroom of Chuang-tse's fable that dies before the month is out, so I simply blow it away with a light puff of breath instead of flicking it with my finger, lest I harm its feeble claim to life with too much force.
這是室內盆栽上的小飛蟲，有如不知晦朔的朝菌，十分可憐，因此我只用嘴輕輕將它吹去，不忍用手指撢拂，生怕用力過猛，會傷害微弱的小生命。