The Final Destination of Dead-leaf Butterfly (Author: Yu Guangzhong) The Final Destination of Dead-leaf Butterfly (Author: Yu Guangzhong)
Walking in the Woods in autumn, I accidentally walked into a barren broad-leaved forest. The ground is covered with thick fallen leaves. Black, brown, gray, brown, and yellow, red and green leaves that have just fallen. Under the setting sun, a continuous splash-ink painting is formed.
Although the dead leaves are zero, they are so beautiful from beginning to end. Colorful leaves attracted me. I couldn't help sitting on the stump and admiring it gently. Suddenly I saw a dead leaf crawling among layers of leaves.
Staring at it, I realized that it was a dead leaf butterfly. What does the dead-leaf butterfly look for in the dead leaves? The idea intrigued me. Quietly watching, I didn't expect the dead butterfly to turn upside down, twitch a few times and not move.
The dead butterfly died like this. It has been shaping itself into a dead butterfly all its life, and finally it really became a dead leaf. I believe that no one can find the body of a butterfly in a large dead leaf unless I witness it with my own eyes.
I have a withered butterfly in my hand. It is believed that dead-leaf butterflies stand or fly between dead leaves and butterflies all their lives. If it clings to dead leaves, it is right. Why else are the shapes, colors and postures like leaves? It is also true that it is obsessed with the life of butterflies. Like a dead leaf, just to protect the butterflies inside.
Now it has finally broken the boundary, it has finally put down its persistence, it has recovered and is complete.
Which one of us is not standing on a certain border? Few people are complete. From the left, it may be dead leaves, but from the right, it is a butterfly. It is a butterfly when flying, and a dead leaf when landing.
Between flying and falling, between gorgeous and plain, between jumping and calmly. Most butterflies suppress and hide their inner beauty in order to save their lives, imitating a dead leaf.
When the last moment came, everyone walked through the forest and saw dead leaves all over the ground. No one saw the butterfly.
Once the cicada wakes up the butterfly in his heart, he will fly. I will never stop flying. No longer suppress inner beauty. He will open his eyes to watch the brilliant sunset. It will recite sonnets aloud. It will listen to the flowers singing. It will enter the body of an orchid.
Finally, it may collapse in a forest with dead leaves. The butterfly inside is as beautiful as when it was born.
If the inner butterfly never wakes up, the life of the dead butterfly is just a silent dead leaf.