Many people also like to practice prose when practicing writing. Prose pays attention to beautiful sentences and needs everyone to integrate their feelings when writing. A good essay can arouse readers' appreciation. Let's take a look at the encyclopedia of prose about butterflies.
The Prose of Butterflies 1 If you are in full bloom, butterflies will come. I love this freewheeling, fresh and elegant style of writing, which makes my mood so beautiful, like a spring breeze blowing across my face, refreshing and quiet as ever. However, it is not easy to cultivate a calm mood, such as cutting off water. It is even more difficult to be a stunning woman like a rainbow, and a woman like a mirror full of lakes and swamps.
If you are in full bloom, butterflies will come. Just how many women are silent and open, waiting for the flowers to bloom in the garden, waiting for the butterflies that come naturally, kissing the fragrance and being intoxicated. I don't want to be a queen to attract the emperor; I don't want to be a demon and attract hooligans. I just wait for the butterfly to come back and my lover to come back.
I was told that you look quiet and peaceful. You are a pure woman who doesn't touch a little poetic water and stays away from the world of mortals. You must treat money like dirt. I don't know what copper smell is.
Hearing this, he said with a smile, "Well, Tao Yuanming, a man who enjoys the South Mountain and lives in seclusion under the hedge of chrysanthemum picking, has realized his wish to leave the old fisherman and waste his time, but he still wants to eat fireworks and bow down for those five buckets of rice." So we are all ordinary people, so we should go back to real life and abide by the rules of real life.
However, I don't deny that I am a poetic, slightly poetic and lonely person walking in the end of the world, waiting for someone who is tired of Iraq and whose clothes are getting wider and wider. I think it will be my happiness to meet someone who fell in love at first sight in the sea of people in Qian Shan.
It's March. There are fireworks on the Jiangnan Bridge. It's raining in Mao Mao, holding an umbrella, and my eyes through the curtains are full of joy. Or in the beautiful season when begonia is in full bloom, walking in the tree-lined trees and encountering Langfang, a thousand words are only in the eyebrows, which is the best understanding.
And I would rather meet in the sunset and wait for my lover to come back when the tired birds return to their nests, so that I can dance for you in a red shirt and skirt; Play a piece of Sauvignon Blanc, I only hope you will live up to my heart. Or make tea with you to discuss the present, be elegant once, recite poems and paint, and add fragrance to your tea until dawn.
Looking around, lonely and sad. After all, it is clear that I am a lonely person in this ethereal world of mortals. I am withdrawn, sensitive, suspicious and aloof. I always expose these sharp water chestnuts to my relatives, lovers and friends, hurting people and myself. I know I am a hedgehog. I've been hurt so much that I've always wanted to protect my last dignity.
So even if you give me more sunshine-like warmth, you still can't iron my cold heart. Every year, my face changes, but I can't see my heart. Or some love acquaintances, too shallow, just a short-lived event of spring hatred and autumn sadness. It is a kind of acacia, two kinds of worry-free, and two lines of tears turn into sorrow. Fireworks are easy to cold, celadon is fragile, and this scene is like fallen leaves in autumn wind, which only turns into dust and mud and disappears.
Maybe a woman like me can't survive in the world. It is better to take a wisp of fragrance from Daiyu with the wind, and not to be the sadness of dreaming about Yao in the middle of the night. A friend once told me, don't be Lin Daiyu, I want you to be happy. I know that sadness comes from the heart and happiness comes from the heart. No matter how to restrain the haze all day, don't be sad, but there is always a faint feeling lingering in my heart, which can't be dispersed for a long time.
And this sadness is as easy to dissipate as mist when you are happy. So, I said I want to be happy, unless it is someone who can make me forget my troubles and sadness. And that man is long gone, I can't remember his appearance, and the traces of his visit have long since dissipated. I still don't know who is the most beautiful image in his eyes.
Things change. It's weak when you say it. Walking, the promise will fade, and it is time to say goodbye in a blink of an eye. You seem to be numb with too much experience. You don't know what love is, or even how to love. However, I still want to believe that there is always someone who is suitable for me and will be my destination.
Holding your hand and growing old with your son is a kind word that has been recognized since ancient times. There are also many such examples in reality, such as the hero and heroine in the aristocratic love story of Simian Mountain in Jiangjin. They simply love and live happily all their lives. I can't help but wonder if anyone will help me to the ends of the earth and go to the afterlife together when I am haggard, windy and foggy and too lazy to comb my hair!
If you are in full bloom, butterflies will come. So I just quietly bloomed in the wind and stared at the man who came to look for fragrance. He bowed his head and kissed him, as white as a virgin's petal. Since ancient times, men have always loved to fight for the world. This rare gentleness is actually for this beautiful flower. I thought to myself, there are still such men in this world. Don't forget the man who loves flowers in front of you because of all kinds of troubles. It is a sin to disappoint his good pleasure.
If you are in full bloom, butterflies will come. I would like to be a flower that blooms silently, a quiet woman in the dust, let colorful butterflies love flowers, let birds sing in the forest, let the breeze dew in the morning, let the dust from the smell of Iraqis really forget the world of mortals, and let the flowers grind into dust mud and fragrant the world of mortals.
There are a group of caterpillar pupae on a nest of grass. After some time, some caterpillar pupae turned into butterflies and flew away. However, a caterpillar pupa remains intact. After a long time, the caterpillar pupa metamorphoses into a glowing butterfly. This butterfly is different from its sister and brother because it can shine. Little butterfly Xiaoguang flew to the city and stopped on a low building. One night, my little sister Lan Ling passed by and saw a glowing butterfly. She just looked at the beautiful and glowing butterfly. Lan Ling lives next door and has a grandfather at home. Grandpa is a doctor who studies butterflies. Grandpa said to Lan Ling, "It is said that the glowing butterfly is an extinct rare butterfly species." Lanling saw the glowing butterfly and didn't tell grandpa about it. One day, grandpa was looking for a glowing butterfly, but he saw an ordinary little butterfly at home. In the evening, he found that the butterfly was actually a small glowing butterfly. Grandpa wants to catch it and do experiments. Lan Ling saw grandpa trying to catch the glowing butterfly. Lanling seized Xiaoguang and let it go.
A week later, Xiaoguang flew back to talk to Lanling, and Lanling was shocked! Xiaoguang said to Lanling, "Thank you for saving me. I want to repay you! " "Give it back to me?" "hmm." "What shall we do?" "I use magic, with my strength. I am your headdress, a butterfly. Magic can only last for three months, and then my strength runs out, just an ordinary metal headdress. " "Come on, use your life to ..." "Never mind, I want to repay you? But just make an ordinary beautiful metal headdress? " "Yes, I like beautiful headdresses." Xiaoguang wants to repay Lanling and turn it into a headdress on Lanling's head. When Lan Ling said what she wanted to change, her headdress sparkled and all her wishes came true. After three months, the magic could not be used, and Xiaoguang regarded it as a beautiful metal headdress.
Then my mother came home and my grandfather asked, where did you get such a beautiful headdress? Lan Ling said, "I bought it myself." It doesn't matter if grandpa hears it, but grandpa is unhappy and says, "Where did that butterfly go?" Lan Ling said: "The glowing butterfly is a kind of life. Grandpa, you shouldn't let him do the experiment. " Grandpa thought: the extinct rare butterfly is gone, so forget it. Grandpa said, "Yes, we should protect everyone's life." Lan Ling and Grandpa laughed together. Mother got angry when she heard about the butterfly clip, and Lanling's pocket money became less and less every month. Lying was punished innocently. Anyway, Lanling promised Xiaoguang not to tell the magic secret, and the headdress would disappear, so there would be no ordinary beautiful metal headdress. In this way, pocket money has been reduced, and Lanling is more and more fond of the beautiful metal headdress that the body of Xiaoguang Butterfly has turned into.
Butterfly's Prose 3 Calm down and look back, so my life has reached middle age. Years of ups and downs, floating in the ocean of life, those drifting away scenery, some more and more blurred, some more and more clear.
I often miss my childhood, although I seldom ate meat at that time, and it was difficult to get a new dress even during the Spring Festival. But in my memory, it is full of happiness and joy. Teachers, classmates and playmates when I was a child; Roads leading to schools outside the village, rivers, rape fields and wheat fields; Running rabbits, flying birds, floating white clouds and blue sky. Everything looks so beautiful! But there is one thing that makes me feel guilty, so far.
It was the season when rape blossoms were in full bloom. Leaving the village was like entering another world. On both sides of the school path, large tracts of rape fields have become a sea of golden flowers, extending to the village where the school is located. As soon as the wind blows, the flowers sway and dance, welcoming the spring breeze and butterflies with their bright smiling faces. Butterflies fly among the flowers one by one, kissing on this flower, kissing on that flower, and never loving any one. But all the flowers are smiling so brightly!
I ran after the butterfly, and when it stopped, I was quiet, in order to catch a butterfly that belongs to me in the minute I stopped. This butterfly is pink, yellow, flowered and white. Together with flowers, they form a fairy tale world. They flew on this flower and landed on that flower. When I gently held my hand and held my breath, they all flew away again, as if to tease me on purpose. But I still chased it with joy.
You can't imagine how excited and excited I was when I caught the butterfly with the biggest flower! Two huge wings were put together in my hand and ran to school. I want my classmates to see how big a butterfly I caught! As soon as I entered the campus, I raised my hand and shouted. It happened that he had just entered the campus and caught me when he saw the butterfly in my hand. I raised my hand behind my back, but he was half a head taller than me. As soon as he put his arms around the butterfly, he took it away easily. But because of the struggle, one wing of the butterfly was broken, and I cried as soon as I squatted there.
Seeing me crying, he stood there at a loss for a second, but in a flash he ran to the classroom. I can't calm my anger and sadness because the wings of such a beautiful butterfly are broken. It suddenly occurred to me that I would sue him! I'm going to report him to the teacher! I know the teacher will believe me and be partial to me. Because I was the first in my class from the time I entered school until the fifth grade! I even took a math test, and the Chinese characters in my Tian Zige book were posted on the classroom wall as sample books. So I am a model in my classmates' hearts and a darling in my teachers' eyes. To a certain extent, my words are the truth. I don't remember what excuse I used to tell the teacher. I only remember the scene where he was beaten violently, which made me feel guilty and regretted.
The bell rang and all the students sat in their seats. I took a special look at his seat and thought, you will know! At this moment, the teacher came into the classroom. The teacher is tall and thin, his skin is a little tanned by the sun, and his eyes are deeply hidden in a sunken eye socket, emitting bright light. The light is sometimes warm and kind, and sometimes cold and sharp! I often wear a slightly white yellow military uniform. He went straight to his seat. Without saying anything, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up like a chicken. Then I dragged it to the podium and shoved it.
I feel a little nervous. I'm afraid he'll ask why he hit him. I wonder if the teacher will say why he hit him. I saw the teacher grabbing his collar with one hand and jerking it. Before he could stand firm, he raised his foot and stamped his leg fiercely.
With a plop, he fell to his knees heavily, but in an instant he got up with his head held high!
"ah! You're not convinced! ? "The teacher scolded him and tried to push him down by pressing his head, but his neck twisted hard and the teacher slipped.
"Call you stubborn! Call you stubborn! You are really something, aren't you! ? "The teacher's voice grew louder and louder, and he waved his fist at his shoulder.
But he still didn't bow his head to admit his mistake, and looked up at the blackboard, shining with protest!
The teacher was angered by him and grabbed him by the collar and gave him a push! Lift your feet and step on his legs!
"plop!" 1, and was heavily kicked down to the ground. The teacher doesn't seem to stop. He refused to admit his mistake.
My forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, and my heart was like a wad of impermeable cotton, tied tightly with a thin rope.
I hung my head and dared not look forward. I prayed in my heart that the teacher would stop hitting him. I only feel that I hate myself, but I also hate him! I hate that he is so stubborn! I said to myself: if you kneel on the ground for a while, the teacher will be fine! Why do you look like you have horns on your head!
In this way, he was besieged by fists and feet for a long time. The teacher seemed tired and finally stopped. My heart keeps sinking! I still can't forget any detail of that scene! But this memory, for me, is a punishment.
I've always wanted to apologize to him! But I didn't speak until I graduated from primary school. Later, I went to our county. I was the only student admitted to the county, and he, I don't know where he went. Now, more than 30 years have passed, if I can: I want to say sorry to him! I want to tell him the truth of that incident. I just don't know where he was then or now. I wonder if that campus is still there. I wonder if the river is still there. I wonder if that rape flower is still in full bloom. I wonder if butterflies are still wandering in that sea of flowers.