There is a composition about beautiful butterflies.

Look at the elegant dance, the graceful figure and the beautiful wings. Isn't that the dancer butterfly in the air? I used to hate this kind of insect very much. I don't know why I pay special attention to it now and want to know everything about it. Look! Two butterflies in front are chasing each other. The white wings are decorated with several beautiful black patterns. When the breeze blows, a pair of antennae swing with the wind. But how many people know that its beauty is not innate. It is a new life again and again, and it is bought by pain again and again. Look at these two little things in front of you. I also have an indescribable love in my heart.

I've caught two before for observation. They first pretended to be dead, but when it didn't work, they got up slowly and saw the same kind. Just gently touch another butterfly with tentacles and wings. The other one followed and stood up. Two little things started running around in my cage looking for an exit. One of them was injured when I was catching butterflies, and the limping one didn't stay in the cage because of his physical condition. Like an old man over sixty. But everyone knows that their practice is in vain. I finally let them go. I know that they belong to nature. Soon they regained their spirits and flew away together. Flying briskly, flying high. As if afraid that I would scratch them again. I can see that they are obviously much happier than when they were at my house. Watching beautiful butterflies walk, dance and chase in the air. In an instant, a kind of joy welled up in my heart. Only silently bless them. I hope they will always be beautiful and happy. I hope they will come to the flowers and grass to dance for people every summer. I hope they will be happy forever.

the cold rain fell for three days and nights. Butterflies with wet wings swirl sadly in the decaying fragrance everywhere. Between the fine sticky leaves, there are meager morning light and residual tears. The vast mountains and the faint balcony, like a world-long maze, are intertwined in the lush green grass and extend into the distance to meet the sedan chair floating from the secluded path.

The sound of horns and suona resounded through the clouds, crushing the mud all over the floor. The man in red wedding dress abandoned the ancient mirror and acacia comb of homesickness, and only brought a broken and withered heart.

the gorgeous and colorful summer gown can't cover my skinny body like a leaf; The brilliant crested phoenix can't hide my cold and gray face; The sound of gongs and drums can't call back my heart that I am determined to go home.

A bleak mound is isolated by a miserable roadside. Call the bearers, gently lift the curtain, laugh, speechless, but tears fall down.

Uncle Shan, do you want Yingtai to confirm the oath of Mingyue Pavilion? Thunder and shock in winter, rain and snow in summer, harmony between heaven and earth, dare to part with you. This true love that will never die is better than your life and my life, and it is better than the splendor in front of you.

life can't be the same, but death can be the same. In that dark tomb, as long as our flexible hair is intertwined, it will separate all the cold secular prejudices. Life can't be married, just after death, fly with me, both fly.

At this moment, I have tears, but I don't feel sad. The lingering infatuation has gradually died like a numb mountain. The only thing that survives and comforts me is your disillusioned smile and the dribs and drabs that we have been together for three years.

Remember that March when the apricot blossoms were raining and the flowers were flying? I was far away from the high walls and deep courtyard, and the smoke locked my boudoir. I took off the beaded Yu Pei swaying around my waist, took off the Kirara plain skirt tightly wrapped with thousands of strands, and put on the young men's wear with cool breeze sleeves, Confucian shirts and square towels, and folded fans, smiling and smiling, and appeared in front of you. Your surprised eyes and sincere smile warmed me for a long time.

There are countless breezes in the sky. Before and after the flowers, we sing poems and draw pictures, and play games among the mountains, rivers and white clouds. Every day with you, every grass, flower and tree exudes intoxicating gentleness. In your eyes, I am a dear little Yingtai, a little brother, and you are my what?

In fact, I can't explain why the eyes that look at each other in an instant have already believed that love has long been doomed on the Sansheng stone. I am so familiar with you, vaguely familiar, as if I have never separated, and the feelings that have been dusty for many years are all opened at this moment. However, I don't want to be noticed by you. Perhaps, you have already seen it ...

bandu, a classmate of mine for three years, we have known each other everything, but you didn't understand my delicate mind, never confused me about my reserve of living alone, never pitied my thin and thin body, never stared at my simple and shy expression, and never savored my soft words. A bowl of clear water lying flat between pillows reflects your innocent heart and your shy face that you can't see.

Countless flowers bloom and fall, the sun and the moon change, holding a scroll of bandu, reciting poems and dialogues, which contains my endless homesickness. Before burning incense, it was your sincerity and my daughter's feelings, and the mandarin duck in the water was also laughing at your stupidity. Uncle Shan, I don't want to be your sworn brother, I want to be your wife for life.

three years have passed in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, you and I are about to leave, and the eighteen-mile pavilion is willing to send each other away, but you can't understand the sadness of my tearful eyes. Your little nine sisters are promised to you, that is, the teenagers in white before your eyes. Please remember her appearance, her face and her future, and then carefully greet your beautiful bride.

The white pony flies, and the spring goes to the autumn solstice. I lean against the fence and wear autumn water, but I didn't expect your figure. The only thing waiting for me is the marriage that my parents have booked.

you came here in a hurry, with a look of surprise and regret that you didn't understand the mystery. Meet privately on the balcony, you and I look at each other, but we are speechless. Silence, silence is a farewell flute! If a good marriage is missed or mistaken, it is just a year and a half of lovesickness. Although I was angry and decided to resist marriage and flee privately, your cowardice made me sad, sad and helpless.

Yes, I can't resist marriage, just as you can't take me away with ease. I wish the snobbish eyes of the government peel off your poverty layer by layer and strip away your only self-confidence and dignity. You angrily waved your sleeves and left me to watch the cold window of the moon, waiting for the stones wrapped in paper to fly outside the wall and shoot down my worries; Look forward to the language on the paper and make a promise to stay together; I look forward to following the path of the moon, avoiding crowded houses and looking for a paradise to accommodate my feelings.

just, I didn't expect that the wait would be so long. I haven't heard from you. Acacia has turned into a emaciated Leng Yue, which still shines on my gaunt face in this lonely and cold balcony.

Every night, the wind chimes ring at my window. Can you hear it? Perhaps, I can only put my desire and piety into the incense burner of prayer and light them one by one from the dark color. In fact, I only wish, I only wish that the sky is not old! Pray that you and I can be together forever.

Rain hates clouds and worries, lovesickness turns cold and gray, and your gloomy and sad death shattered all my dreams again. I am eager to see the ten-mile pavilion, and I can't call back your far-away figure.

Now that you have passed away, my soul will soon be scattered. Life is so fragile, can I still love and hate?

Today, I set foot on the wedding bridge, not for the wealth of the Ma family, but to escape the shackles of fate forever.

Sam, I came to see you, dressed in a red wedding dress.

today, I am your bride. Far away, I have heard the wedding drum music coming from the clouds and the sky. But at the moment, the drizzly rain is gently caressing my skin and giving me the final wedding baptism. I know that you will come as scheduled; I know, all this is your invisible arrangement.

I took off my heavy rockhopper and gorgeous wedding dress. I left my sedan chair and rushed to your green grave, and my tears filled my eyes, which condensed into a complex that I wanted to break. Fragile I can't escape this sad melancholy, but I have already lost my heart for crying ...

I brought a celadon jade bowl, and threw it on your grave, letting its fragments splash. At the beginning, it was not this bowl full of clear water that crossed between you and me, but the shackles of secular prejudice and morality. Yes, as you said, you and I are not gods. When I pour it, water will drip out. When I hit it, my dream will be shattered. When you leave, my soul will be scattered.

I brought sweet-scented osmanthus, no longer clinging to the reserve of my daughter's home. Acacia filled my glass, and my tears were clear and full of autumn colors. Let's sip together, enjoy the meeting moment that you and I are looking forward to day and night, and let's whisper in this bleak world of mortals, even though we are made in heaven and earth. Or, let me wait in the wind forever, keep at your grave, keep the moon white and the wind light. The yellow leaf is a yellow leaf.

one day, she saw a leaf falling from the tree, as if dancing. Huang Ye Er wants to be like that leaf, but she can't fall.

Finally, one day, Huang Ye Er will fall from the tree. When she fell from the tree, she sang and danced and fell to the ground. At this moment, she saw a beautiful thing beside her, opened her eyes again, and it turned out to be a beautiful butterfly. Huang Yeer asked Sister Butterfly, "Why can't you fly?" The butterfly said, "I was injured when I was collecting nectar." Huang Yeer comforted her and said, "Then you have a good rest. When you get better tomorrow, I will take you on a trip." At some point, they both fell asleep.

The next day, the sun came out, and Sister Butterfly's injury healed. The breeze blew, and they flew to the blue sky together, looking at the beautiful scenery.

When I was collecting old things, I accidentally found the beautifully decorated butterfly specimen. Brush away the dust, and the inscription on it is still discernible. My eyes stayed on it for a long time, no, precisely, the eyes hidden behind those huge wings? On the eyes that have lost their luster.

dexterous modeling \ colorful patterns \ lying quietly on the specimen rack \ like a beautiful dream

This is really an amazing butterfly. Not only its beauty, but also its unique, mysterious, broad and dexterous wings, which are covered with a layer of hazy black, only the center of the four wings has a touch of bright color. No matter which angle you look at it from, it presents strange colors: light blue, dark blue, light purple, deep purple … Like the last sunset glow before darkness, I looked at its name: Dream Butterfly.

I woke up from a long dream and found myself dressed. My friends all say that I am beautiful and are willing to play with me. The weather is fine, and the grassland on which we live is full of sunshine. A large number of flowers, red, yellow, purple and pink, these beautiful colors render a large area of Yuan Ye. The waking flowers and the wind are talking, and the sunshine turns into little golden palms through the flowers, and the tender green leaves on the branches shine with touching light.

that was really the best moment of my life. During the day, I flew around among the flowers, or danced with the wind, or kissed the flowers' gorgeous dresses lightly. At night, we lie in the stamens and look at the stars, and sometimes we fall asleep. Flowers are always generous. My favorite place to go is a purple tulip. Her color is very similar to my wings, and the deep petals are as thin as spun silk, but they remain noble and mysterious. She was lonely, but she and I became best friends.

The atmosphere seems to be getting weirder and weirder, and there are a lot fewer companions around me. I was a little uneasy, but she kept comforting me that she was kind. I calmed down. I thought they had gone out for fun and didn't come back. Yes, I always think that the world is as friendly as her.

reality has ruthlessly shattered my fantasy. One day, a group of people came. They cut down those big trees crazily and dug up exotic flowers and herbs crazily. And? Chasing my own kind like crazy. I was a little silly. Under her reminder, I flew to the sky in a hurry.

when I came back, it was already a mess. The tree was lying on the ground, and those lovely flowers were trampled in a mess, but she disappeared, leaving only a purple petal. I hovered in the sky for a long time, and the moon exuded cold Yin Hui, and those residual reds were like drops of blood.

in my life without her, I'm in a muddle, and I'm trying to find another paradise. But no, all the places are the same, and besides, there is no trace of a butterfly anymore.

Finally, one day, amid the cheers of a group of people, I flew into a net that I could never fly out ...

Finally, you lay in this specimen rack, your life turned into a specimen, and your thoughts began to dry up.

I felt myself being put into a small bottle. At first, I was very scared and flew around in this little bottle. Soon, I was tired, and a smell from the small bottle made me sleepy. My heart hurts like a knife, and my body is low-paying jobs. At the last moment when I lost my will, I thought of the meadow and her most beautiful days ...

A few days later, a beautifully decorated butterfly specimen was sold at a high price in the market ...

I stood in front of you \ afraid to breathe loudly \ for fear of making a noise \ to make you fly \ and I didn't dare to touch you with my eyes \ for fear that you would be broken \ together with my colorful dreams. I put that specimen in the most conspicuous place in the room. Then I came to the window and looked at the city made of reinforced concrete, thinking of the days when the grass was flourishing and butterflies were flying.