Poems recited by butterflies.

Pink butterflies, dancing; Moire butterfly, bridge; Blue-spotted butterflies suck nectar; Butterfly angels are flying all over the sky and lingering in Butterfly Valley! .................................................................................................................................................................................. My heart is all hearts, and all hearts are not hearts! Butterflies are "flying flowers", so elegant, so pure, so tactfully, so moving. Spring flowers float with drunken dreams, and agarwood golden birds sing and dance. It can be said that a picture of a golden spring is a picture of flowers and birds. It has sung touching songs many times and dreamed of intoxicated spring dreams countless times, but it was all moved by the continuous singing of butterflies-I love my life and how beautiful spring is. I long for the spring flowers and autumn rain in the new century, but I can't find the real yearning. I want to find a place full of flowers and listen to the songs of butterflies. The pale light erased the truth of the whole day. The sunset gathers for the earth, and two dancing spirits ripple in the sunset, which will not disappear or change my heart. My dream will be treasured in the ocean of dreams forever. My dream will last forever and protect my inner tenderness and loyalty, and my chastity oath will remain in the beautiful time of the four seasons forever.