In the spring of March, the spring is beautiful, and the rape flowers in the field can't wait to open their golden heads, and the fragrance attracts swarms of butterflies and bees.
Look at those butterflies, some of them stay on the flowers and suck the sweet nectar desperately; Some dance freely in the air, just like dancing a beautiful waltz; Some stay on this flower for a while, and then fly to that flower for a while, just like helping the flower pass a whisper.
At this time, I was holding my "sharp tool for catching butterflies" (actually, it was a stick with a red convenient bag tied to it, and I put rape flowers in it to attract butterflies). I opened my eyes wide and concentrated on finding the target. There are swarms of butterflies flying around me from time to time. They flew east and west for a while and I followed them. I ran out of breath. I grabbed this one and that one with my "butterfly-catching weapon" for a while, but they were too naughty. In the end, I didn't catch any.
At this time, I was like a deflated ball, sitting on the ground, getting more and more angry, and decided not to catch it, just reading. Just when I was watching with relish, butterflies flew back, and I ignored them. At this moment, a bold butterfly stopped on my book. I reached out my hand quietly and caught it at lightning speed. Haha, look where you are going!
Watching butterflies pounce on plastic bags, desperately looking for an exit. Plastic bags have been clanging. I thought: I can't stand it if I am locked up alone and not allowed to go out. So I opened the plastic bag and let the butterfly out. The butterfly flapped its beautiful wings and flew away.
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