The popcorn pot in Ju Fufu’s hand looks simple on the outside, but it becomes a sharp weapon to fight against fate in her hands. Her knocking movements were hurried at first, as if those hurried days in life were so suffocating. The first three hammers were sonorous and powerful, and each sound seemed to be hitting the iron door of fate and the invisible cage. The fourth hammer slowed down and fell heavily, as if in contemplation, and as if enduring.
Life is like this, fast and slow, with slowness mixed in the rush. Ju Fufu’s movements revealed a kind of helplessness, but she did not stop, because she knew that stopping would mean failure. She spun and dodged, avoiding waves of attacks, sometimes from the outside, sometimes from the heart. Every turn she made seemed to be dealing with fate, and she would not give up easily even if she was scarred.
At the moment of “opening the pot”, the fire burst out, and the popcorn exploded in the pot. The crackling sound was very much like the sudden burst of hope and joy in life. But the fire illuminated not only laughter, but also shadows. There was anxiety and stubbornness in the eyes of the teammates. Under the fire, they kept looking for reasons to live. The popcorn pot is not only a weapon, but also a short warm harbor for them, a rare bit of heat in this cold world.
The wound system on Ju Fufu’s body is a symbol of pain in life. Those scars are not decorations, but bloody memories. Her body is like a broken porcelain, every crack is a past suffering, and every touch brings severe pain. She does not expect to escape these pains, because pain is part of life. She accepts them and even learns to use pain as strength to move forward.
Her support skills are like a ray of warm sunshine. Even if she is wounded, she still does not forget to help others. Her quick support, parry support, and the additional attack that is always ready are like the unexpected kindness and warmth in life, making people feel that although the world is cruel, there are always people willing to lend a hand. In her hands, the popcorn pot is not only a tool to kill the enemy, but also a bridge connecting each other’s hearts.
The moment when the finishing move is released is the most intense outburst in her life. The flames burned so hot that the popcorn scattered like a meteor. At that moment, she poured out all her anger, unwillingness and hope. What shines in the fire is her unyielding soul and her desire for the future. She knows that no matter how painful it is, no matter how bumpy the road ahead is, she must burn herself and illuminate others.
The battle is over, and the embers in the pot have not yet been extinguished. The embers symbolize the continuation and hope of life. The back of Ju Fufu gradually fades away, but her story is deeply engraved in everyone’s heart. She taught us that even if we are in a desperate situation, we should not easily give up the flame in our hearts. We cannot change the cruelty and ruthlessness of life, but we can choose to be strong and embrace it with a warm heart.
In everyone’s life, there is a “popcorn pot”. Maybe it is just a simple tool, but it represents our courage to fight against fate. Ju Fufu tells us that to live is to keep knocking, even if the knife is sharp and the fire is dazzling, we must persist to the end. Because in the fire, there is the purest tenacity and warmth of life.
In the face of the cruelty and impermanence of this reality, we are all Ju Fufu, and we all have our own battlefields and stories. May we all be like her, with scars and hope, continue to knock on the “pot lid” of life, so that the fire of life will never go out.