Do broadcasters need to bring their own manuscripts, essays, poems and short stories?

Butterfly \x0d\ pupa, I am like a pupa. Butterfly, I'm not a butterfly. \x0d\ In the season when all the sunshine is gone, I wake up from laziness and go straight to the veranda table. A few steps away, but I have entered today's dusk. \x0d\ The light outside is no longer dazzling, and my thoughts are like gibberish. Evening, sometimes lonely, sometimes amazing. I like to shout to the sky with my hands again, just to wake up some, but everything is still like broken thoughts falling from the sky without free wings. \x0d\ Looking at dusk, thinking of you is like a lazy habit, mixed with loose memories. I started injecting pupae with fetal changes again. \x0d\ When your finger points to the sunset again, the broken colorful colors chase everything and cut your eyes. A beautiful Isabella will stop on my shoulder. The fluttering wings swept away the essence in the air, and the gorgeous posture set off the dazzling sky. It flies, a little, a little. Scattered body highlights, and then open the starry sky like a curtain, its body is full of spots, blue highlights, like an elf's dream. Legend has it that when you meet Isabella, you must make a wish. It will bring your good wishes to heaven and make your dreams come true. \x0d\ I hold my breath, close my eyes, pray and miss with my hands. \x0d\ At this moment, the beautiful Isabella stuck to my finger, and I clearly saw its beautiful face and gorgeous wings. Move slowly, as if breathing, shaking your head, and as if narrating. Its feathers began to change, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Sometimes fast, sometimes short and dull. Is that a fight for freedom? Maybe it's more important to show your mind? Its action is like a fluctuating tone, which suddenly makes waves in my heart. \x0d\ Memory is a kind of memory. \x0d\ Honey, are you okay? Lonely? And where are you? \x0d\ Two years ago, we were together, running all over the mountain, looking for every beautiful butterfly figure, but in the end we were sweating. Your happy eyes tell me obsessively, dear, if you can't find a good butterfly, I will become the most beautiful butterfly in the world. By the way, that's Queen Isabella. \x0d\ I kiss your beautiful forehead and tell you softly, honey, it's not necessary. Beauty is just a sin. I don't need you to do this in order to punish the malice of previous lives and let you have only a short life. I just want to catch butterflies with me all the time. Together forever, okay? \x0d\ You didn't promise me, but you ran to the stadium happily. In the afternoon, the valley began to become sweet, like the sun falling into the farmhouse, and every corner was like a dream. \x0d\ Time passes slowly. We get together every day, and you will always receive my sincere blessing. Even if I am not by your side, I will send a butterfly specimen to represent beauty and missing. \x0d\ The rainy season is slowly coming, and it is getting wet outside. The world has changed from the Spring Festival to the summer heat, and butterflies are scarce. Far away, you pity my dream and send me some precious eggs. It always rains every day. In the rainy season when I don't go out, the rain represents my thoughts, listening to its falling, perhaps mixed with lightning and thunder. I think that also represents your love. \x0d\ In this way, I have been with the eggs, feeding them, and slowly watching them have fat bodies. Slowly, the rainy season passed, the insects met and spun silk into pupae. The boredom of taking care of them for many days finally began to be full of expectations. What kind of love makes me love so much ~ \ x0d \ However, in the summer when the sun is full of stings or burns, I received a hurried phone call, one of my favorites. Everything is dark, like a dream, like a cold day of ice and snow. Blonde hair like silk, out of sight. I cried in pain, however, those useless, weak and few words were wrapped in a narrow space, even if I saw the light, I would feel pain. Even breathing air becomes manic. Everything always cuts my tough skin like a sharp knife. My defense has dropped a little. \x0d\ I was lonely and bored when I was guarding the pupa. I couldn't help crying because of my injury. The surface of each pupa is covered with tears. Every minute, I look at it most carefully and want to look forward to seeing your evolution. Do you know about rebirth? You are hope, telling every pupa of love and singing beautiful songs for you. Take care of your best life. \x0d\ However, the pupae have dried up, and there is not much life left. You can't see your body moving in it, you can't see it, and you can't see your white light. Slow, slow, all, all? All bleeding, no, not this time, you all leave? That's not true ... \ x0d \ Why? What is the result of life? I pushed open the incubator and all the pain I was afraid of. I don't want to take another look. I don't want to. I hid in the corner to sleep. \x0d\ In this way, I seem to be covered with a layer of silk in the corner, and I seem to be pupating again, a pupa that can't wait to be so beautiful and change dramatically. \x0d\ One day, a pair of little hands brushed my eyes, touched my tears, touched my heartbeat warmly, and gently kissed my forehead. A hazy voice, \x0d\ Am I really free? I kept a pupa state and contacted her carefully. Slowly, I became familiar with this figure and began to love her kiss and cherish her warmth. Relying on her body, I slowly trembled and lived like a dream. \x0d\ My pupa is still going on. Is it finished? I don't know, but I don't feel any freedom either. \x0d\ Tell yourself that maybe this is a memory \x0d\ Missing ends in the quiet night sky, and Isabella still stays in my hands. \x0d\ Remember yesterday when she said we were getting married? I answered without thinking, but what gift can I give such a warm person now? By the way, this beautiful Isabella, you should give it to the bride as my last beautiful gift. I hold your feather gently, but when I see that you have no struggle to get rid of it, I am indifferent. Then I put you in a frame with a straight face and made you the most beautiful Phnom Penh. Although I am a little sigh, you are beautiful, but I also look forward to happiness now. I wrote on it: dear baby, I put this beautiful butterfly specimen. \x0d\ When the doorbell rang that night, I gave this gift to her and hugged each other. Somehow, I gave her that I love you. We hugged for a long time that night, and I felt the first happiness when I left you. \x0d\ When I get home tired, I lie quietly in bed, thinking, thinking, I should abandon all my memories, including everything you have, and I want to regenerate myself. So, I found an incubator and threw it in the garbage to say goodbye, but when I saw the trace of a broken pupa there, I suddenly fainted. \x0d\ Isabella, my beautiful princess, my tears have dried up since then, and I am getting old, thinking that there is no one to accompany me when I am old. At dusk, there was an old man with a beautiful butterfly specimen in a golden frame. Pay attention to ... nonsense ~ ~ ~ \x0d\ Give Magnolia a wave of sleep \x0d\ Expect to freeze in the dark arrival \x0d\ Devote the hope of the earth \x0d\ Ideal wakes up the angel's smile \x0d\ Give up the nonsense of your lover freely \ x0d \