Butterfly's excellent composition 1 I often think of that night three years ago: I sat side by side with butterfly on the roof of the teaching building, and the stars fell on my shoulders. Countless twinkling stars, like diamonds of the rich and tears of the poor, are crowded in the dark sky. At our feet is the sleeping campus, and the teaching building is emitting pale light. The school is located in the suburbs, and the empty playground is surrounded by a wall. Outside the wall is a vast wheat field, with insects sweeping and waves undulating. There are sleeping villages in the distance, and low houses stick to the black land like snail shells. I don't know whose dream the wind just blew, with the fragrance of earth and grass, dragging the colorful skirts of dreams and brushing our faces. The surface of a dice is coated with a silver-white light. She turned to me and said, "Yiya, let me sing you a song."
The first time I met Eddie was on a spring morning. I was hiding in the classroom and reading alone. The excuse was that physical education class had a stomachache. Catkin is overwhelming outside the window. They are white and soft, with ethereal dance steps, like elves sneaking out of the fairy tale forest, like the ringing sound of a silver bell worn by Miao girls, and like a light dream, lingering in mid-air, warm and quiet, which makes me feel a little trance.
"thud"-I don't know who suddenly burst into the classroom door and rushed in with full sunshine. The bright light stung my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, the uninvited guest came to me-a girl with ear-length short hair, carrying a potbellied backpack full of things, like a travel-stained traveler, slightly tired, with cold and sharp eyes.
"Are there any vacancies in this class?" She asked.
I pointed to the seat next to me-my deskmate changed schools two weeks ago.
So Eddie became my deskmate. She always looks alert and alienated, as if she keeps people away, making people afraid to approach rashly. And I am an equally indifferent person. I hate meaningless and far-fetched conversations between strangers. Although I am curious about her, I don't want to ask her endlessly. After sitting at the same table for a week, our relationship was limited to borrowing an eraser. I only learned her name by chance from the cover of her textbook-Cindy. We are like two planets, which do not interfere with each other and travel safely in their respective orbits.
But planets will collide one day. For a while, Eddie seemed depressed. She flipped through this textbook for a while and then flipped through that textbook, making the pages rattle and confused. She suddenly threw the textbook on the table and grabbed a knife from the stationery bag. I only saw a flash of cold light, and blood beads the size of beans flowed out of Eddie's fingers without hesitation. Eddie's eyes faintly revealed a trace of joy, with a brave demeanor and momentum. I froze for three seconds and then rushed out of the classroom. When I stood panting in front of her with a band-aid, I could hardly speak: "Here ..." She gave me a indifferent look and said dismissively, "Are you going to mind my business? ! "I took the band-aid and said intermittently," Stick it on, or the wound will get infected ... "I gently put the band-aid on the table and turned and walked out of the classroom. When I went back to the classroom again, I saw the band-aid I bought stuck to Eddie's injured finger. Slightly secretly pleased in my heart.
In April, hibiscus bloomed in the campus, and the pink petals stretched in the late spring wind, which was followed by subtle changes between Eddie and me. She is not so cold and alert to me, but much gentler. We gradually found that there are so many similar hobbies between us, such as eating plum, drinking scented tea, watching martial arts and dreaming of traveling around the world with swords. I like Kafka, who is fragile and sensitive ... We talk about martial arts with great interest, from Su Shi to Plato, from Cao Xueqin to Shakespeare ... The two planets feel warm when they are close to each other, and feel the longing and joy of meeting each other hidden in their hearts for many years, so they accompany each other on the way forward and are no longer lonely. A butterfly will wake me up from my dream in the dead of night, dragging my sleepy eyes and lying on the windowsill of the dormitory, watching the moon swaying alone in the dark sky, watching the black flowing clouds surging in the air, unpredictable; Let's listen to the sound of rain beating on the window lattice and the wind whimpering. We are in high spirits and will learn to howl a few times, which will lead to a lot of abuse. At that time, there was light flashing in her dark eyes, and I seemed to see the looming light on her body, emitting a far-reaching and peaceful atmosphere, as if she had the power to break through all bondage and imprisonment. I am always afraid that she will inadvertently grow a pair of transparent wings on her back like an elf in a fairy tale and take her to an unknown distance. So I had to hold her hand tightly. Only the temperature in her hand can give me the truest feeling and convince me of her existence.
Dice likes singing. I still remember clearly how I felt when I first heard her sing. The song slowly flowed out of her mouth, not very high-pitched, as if from the depths of the soul, like uncut plain and natural rough jade. All the shackles in my heart came crashing down at that moment, as if the ice and snow on the top of the mountain melted at that moment, and with the joy and sadness of sealing for thousands of years, they infiltrated into my blood, merged into my heart, and let my soul leave this heavy skin and fly to the higher and farther sky-this is a feeling I have never felt before.
The quiet city hides the passing of the sunset, and the invisible light in the distance is still the originator of silence. In the process of life passing away, it is still accompanied by new life.
There is a man and a woman in this city. They know each other and love each other. They snuggled up to the seaside and watched the sunset spread all over the world. He promised her that he would love you forever. The blue sea is their witness. They once said that they would always be together and only love you for the rest of their lives.
Happiness is always so short, except for the interval of time, who knows what is left.
One day, one summer day, the boy had a car accident and was ill in bed. He didn't wake up for a long time. Sleeping people don't know anything, but waking people are very sad. Girls go to the hospital to take care of boys during the day, go to church at night to pray with tears, and listen with tears every day. God was moved by the child, so he decided to give her a chance. When the girl went to church again, God told her that if she could become a butterfly for three years, God could wake up the boy. The girl agreed, although she knew the price of all this. Leave a line in her heart:
Being loved,
I'm satisfied,
Turn it into a butterfly for you,
I have no regrets,
If this relationship is long-lasting,
Are you here sooner or later?
At dawn, the girl really grew wings and turned into a butterfly, flying over churches and tall buildings. She has a firm heart. The butterfly remembered that she was not the girl she used to be, so she flew faster and for a long time, even the butterfly knew how long it was. When the butterfly is tired, she occasionally flies to the tree to rest her tired heart.
Soon, the boy was discharged from the hospital. He asked every passer-by about the girl. The girl just disappeared out of thin air, and no one knew where the girl was. From then on, in a corner of the city, you will see a boy asking passers-by, and there is a butterfly behind the boy.
Butterfly wants to tell the boy all this, but she is just a butterfly, and the boy can't hear the butterfly. Butterflies only cry, but have no tears.
This summer is still so short, but my thoughts are very long. Autumn has come, the world has been dyed yellow by something, and the butterfly has to go to a place where there are no guests. The boy still asked passers-by about the girl, and the butterfly cried again. She wished she could be with the boy, but … the butterfly flew away, farther and farther away, and slowly disappeared at the end of yellow.
Time is like a swift current in a small river. Its passing brings people fatigue and sadness. If you write it on your face for a long time, only traces will remain.
Spring has come, and butterflies fly back with a lot of waiting. Everything in front of me is still so beautiful and familiar, and Butterfly is in a good mood, because if she can get up and down, she will definitely meet someone she misses day and night. So, with joy, I found a boy I haven't seen for a long time. Butterfly panicked, and she was very lost. Many days later, on a rosy afternoon, she met the boy where he promised the girl. To the butterfly's surprise, the boy stood next to another child, and the girl stood by the sea holding the boy's hand. The butterfly stood there stupidly until the boy and the girl walked away hand in hand, leaving a long trail of footprints and a bleak afterglow. The butterfly is heartbroken and flies away slowly.
Butterflies follow boys and children every day, watching them embrace each other affectionately, listening to every passerby say that they are the most suitable couple, and their hearts are bleeding, watching everything that should belong to them become another person. What can butterflies do? After all, I am just a little butterfly. Did the boy forget to say that he loves her forever?
Every day is spent in sadness, and every day is as long as a hundred centuries. Summer finally passed, and the butterfly flew away with sadness and loss. Tears were shed in every corner of the city when she left.
Winter has come and the snow has fallen; Love is coming, and love is beautiful; A few wisps of breeze have turned into smoke and drifted around the world. The earth is still dead and silent. When you see it, you will be afraid. You can't go back and you can't forget. You just don't remember those vows of love. So is the fate of butterflies. After winter, snow water; Love, tears.
Spring is coming again, and the butterfly is still so helpless. She flew back to the city. Even she doesn't know why, why she keeps thinking about this sad place. I flew in and saw the boy again. The boy and the girl are in the coffee shop. Butterfly saw the boy open a pink box with a beautiful crystal diamond ring inside. The butterfly cried again and flew away soon. She doesn't want to see them kissing honey.
For a long time, when the girl can become human in three days, she knows that the boy will marry the girl tomorrow. Butterfly didn't cry this time, but she was very sad, very sad. ...
The next day, the boy walked into the church with a girl in a beautiful wedding dress. Butterflies flew over the crowd, entered the church, landed on God's shoulder, looked at their beloved boys and girls and said "I do". God said to the butterfly, "Do you regret it?" "No, I don't regret. God, the moment the moth put out the fire, it must be very happy, because it got light and heat. " "Tomorrow you can become human again." "No, just let me be a butterfly all my life!" The butterfly flew away from the church. She told herself: From now on, I will be a strong butterfly to delay the fate of blowing in the wind. ...
If life can be reincarnated, I am still willing to turn into a butterfly for you, waiting for you all my life, and let this be the end of fate.
What is gratitude? Gratitude is gratitude to others for their kindness. Gratitude is indispensable in social life, so we should learn to be grateful. The following is an essay about gratitude: an article about turning gratitude into a butterfly for the general public's reference! !
Let gratitude turn into a butterfly
What is gratitude? Gratitude is gratitude to others for their kindness. Gratitude is indispensable in social life, so we should learn to be grateful. The following is an essay about gratitude: an article about turning gratitude into a butterfly for the general public's reference! !
Late summer and early autumn are the most missed seasons. It's easy to feel sad this season, but sadness is not sadness. Sadness is a state and an attitude towards life, while sadness is just an emotion and a temporary pain. Because of delicate feelings and understanding the sadness of life, we become sad, but sadness is not pessimistic and negative, on the contrary, it will make us love life more and love this sad and beautiful world more.
People who know how to live are sad people, because they understand the hardships of life and the preciousness of life, and the dullness of buying food and cooking every day is true. Because they know pain, they know happiness; Because they know hardships, they know contentment; Because they know the value, they know how to cherish. In their view, nothing is happier than living. In the face of life and death, what injustice have you suffered from others?
Many times, we feel very sad and miserable. We feel that we are subject to many restrictions in our study or work, so we have no freedom, feel unhappy, feel that our life is a failure or meaningless, so we are pessimistic and even suicidal. But please calm down and think seriously. Who gave us these pains? The answer is ourselves. Others can restrict our physical freedom, but they can't restrict our spiritual freedom. No one can cause you trouble except yourself. If you are always quarrelling about trifles, if you are always obsessed with other people's small shortcomings and annoy everyone, then your life is doomed to be boring.
Don't always live in your own small world. In fact, life is not what you think. As for what it is, get out of yourself, accept the outside world, learn to understand, respect, tolerate, love others, live slowly, and time will tell you the answer. We don't have to think hard, because it will make us dizzy, and in the end we will still be angry with ourselves.
Sometimes we feel lonely, lonely and helpless, and no one knows ourselves, but in fact you are wrong. Maybe people who know you are around you, but you never pay attention to them. You only pay attention to what you love and what you are interested in, but ignore the existence of people who care about you and love you. There is a good saying: "Where are the people who miss you ... is where you belong."
For us college students, when we are young and in the prime of life, our hearts are often broken for friendship, affection or love. When we love someone deeply, it seems that he is the whole world, and it seems that we can't live without him, but the fact is that many years later, we find ourselves living well alone. I have always been fascinated by such a song-grateful heart. "Grateful heart, thank you, I will cherish bloom ..." What beautiful lyrics!
We often feel sad alone, and sometimes we even hate the world and ourselves. In fact, isn't this also a kind of life? When one day you learn to savor carefully, you will taste a faint and shallow happiness. If you drink a cup of coffee, it is bitter at first and hard to swallow, but after careful tasting, you can feel a little sweetness.
In the past, we had many thorns on our bodies, which easily hurt others and ourselves. Over time, we learned not to care about trivial matters, to be calm and calm. When the edges and corners of our bodies are gradually smoothed away by time, when the thorns on our bodies are slowly removed by time, we will understand that simplicity is beauty, calmness is beauty, and indifference is beauty. When we know the pain, sadness and heartbreak, we will find that we have no reason not to be grateful, no reason not to love those who need love, and no reason not to care about those who need care. Because of gratitude, we know more about love. We don't pester for small love, but pay for big love. Let gratitude turn into a butterfly ...
Wang Guowei read three realms: "Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone to look at the horizon." I don't regret that my belt is getting wider, and I am haggard for Iraq. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light. "When we learn to turn gratitude into a butterfly, we will reach the ultimate height of' looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light'.
Gratitude becomes a butterfly. Let youth fly and gratitude fly.
"Grateful become a butterfly" is a kind of height, an extraordinary realm. Because you know how to be grateful, you don't complain, because you know how to be grateful, so you care, because you know how to be grateful, so you don't care about happiness or sadness, because the process of being injured or not is a kind of happiness. ...
Gratitude becomes a butterfly. On the way to gratitude, you will see sadness smiling at you and happiness waving to you.