The group of butterflies that shocked the soul
Introduction
When spring comes, who will suffer the most?
Spring is gone, will it come yet?
1. The passing of spring
Speaking of spring, we always think of hope, because "wildfires cannot burn out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again"; when describing spring, it is always decorated with vitality , because there are "a few early orioles vying for warmth in the trees, and someone's new swallows pecking at the spring mud"; chasing spring always feels like the time is fleeting, because "spring is sent away, but there is no way out in the world".
There have been no dancing butterflies in the city for a long time. It’s not that I didn’t look for them carefully, but it’s because I haven’t been to that world for a long time. I opened the dusty photo album and looked at the colorful cherry blossoms in the yellowed photos, the silhouettes of butterflies among the flowers, and the innocent smiles.
In a daze, I felt that it had been a long time since I went out in spring, and I no longer had the interest to chase butterflies and dragonflies.
Because spring has passed.
2. Summer Injury
There are more butterflies, and you no longer need to deliberately run around to find them. It is not uncommon to see butterflies even in the noisy city.
Putting down the pen in his hand, through the screen window, there was green grass dyed with the color of the sun, meticulously trimmed. Occasionally, a butterfly flies over, and I always hope that it can stay a little longer, but the neat green grass here is not worthy of being its vast stage.
Only the jagged weeds or the grassland connected to the sky are the places it pursues forever.
The butterfly flew back from the dream, and the outstretched hand was too late to touch. Turning around, I found that breathing in summer has become a difficult thing.
Because my heart is broken.
3. Autumn is coming
The wind is howling and the rain is falling. Rolling up the withered yellow leaves brings endless melancholy. I also remembered my butterflies.
The butterflies have become cunning, no longer suddenly appearing in my sight, lurking in flowers and trees, and places with similar colors on their bodies have become their favorite. Probably he has experienced too much and learned how to protect.
I am both happy and sad, but autumn has really come.
4. Winter Life
The weather gradually became cooler, and the butterflies flew away quietly. I don’t know where the butterflies have gone, but I would rather they died, because there is a theory of reincarnation, but in fact they are still fluttering their wings in a corner, waiting.
After winter, it’s their spring again.
Epilogue
Butterfly, I, fly away together, looking for...
In my memory, butterflies have come to this world.