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Dense shrubs condense into patches of green on the island, and sunlight shines on the ground through cracks, constantly shaking to arouse others' admiration for its beautiful image; He seems to be laughing at me again, laughing at my ugliness.

I spread my wings to fly, but it was useless. I shed tears, and I will stay away from the vast sky.

A gust of wind blew, and the low shrubs made waves and drifted away with the wind, but I was not interested in it, because it made me lose my beauty and confidence.

I was so beautiful. I have colorful wings, and everyone is surprised by my brilliance. However, in order to survive, I can only lose it.

The sun shines on the earth and everything is enjoying itself. The breeze gently emerged from the gap and came again, as if playing hide-and-seek with someone. Flowers and trees sway with the wind, showing graceful charm. There are green mountains and green waters, stars and moons, carved birds, butterflies and bees, and plenty of sunshine. Everything is so beautiful.

I can fly freely among the flowers, because I have a pair of enviable wings.

The wind roared and attacked the whole island, uprooting trees and breaking flowers. I can't fly any more. If I fly, I will be swept away by the wind and buried in the sea.

The wind is getting stronger every day, and the waves beat against the rocks as if the wind were showing its victory. I can't walk any further. Once I spread my beautiful wings, I will fly away with the wind.

You must take off your wings, or you will be destroyed.

No I don't. I hesitated. I shed tears.

I want my beautiful wings to fly with me. But I also need my body, which is the foundation of my life.

Then you will lose them-life and wings.

Life, I chose life. After that, I can't fly anymore.

The eagle fights the sky is a landscape, the pine trees stand on the top of the mountain is a landscape, and the grass decorates the earth is a landscape … What about me? No, I am also a landscape, because I am alive and a member here.

Although I am ugly, although I am weak, although I am just a butterfly without wings on an isolated island, I believe that life is still full of sunshine.

The sun shines on me, so warm, so warm. ...