Sweet Pea Butterfly
Remembering the butterfly
At the beginning of late spring, the flowers were blooming, and I was alone in the garden. When I saw a butterfly, its color was as sweet as the splendor of the pear, light and tumbling, and it came and went among the fragrant bushes.
The butterfly body is delicate, its wings are like brocade, and the patterns are bright, just like the appearance of the sweet pear, so I called it "sweet pear butterfly". Its flight is also erratic, or it perches on the pear, or around the branches, and it is very agile.
Yu was in admiration for it, so he followed the butterfly. The butterfly passed through the peach forest and fell on the peach blossom, and the pink pear and the butterfly wings were in contrast. Suddenly, the butterfly flapped its wings again, flew to the willow embankment, shuttled between the willows, and seemed to be playing with the green
Looking at the state of a butterfly, I suddenly feel something. The birth of a butterfly, although short, dances among the flowers, shows its beauty to the fullest, and is not restricted by the world. Life in the world should also be like a sweet butterfly, with a free and easy heart, and in a limited time, it blooms with infinite beauty, so as to live up to this life.
At night, the butterfly gradually fades into the twilight, and the rest also returns, but the posture of the butterfly remains in the heart for a long time.
