Introduction: The beautiful butterfly, the legendary thin wing, has created the most interesting cultural landscape in history. Below is a collection of butterfly love essays I compiled. Hope you all like it! Chapter 1, Butterfly Love Prose
In early summer, the sunshine is warm and flutters towards my face. The breeze is gentle, and the emerald-green horsetail twists its waist. Two whirling butterflies got up from the grass, circling each other and slowly drifting past me.
I stared at these two little lives with eager eyes, eager to blend into their elegant souls.
In an instant, her lips parted slightly, and I felt a fresh fragrance enter my nose, steaming my lazy brain, and the joyful joy was more charming than the morning mist in the forest of dreams; the light dripped between my eyes. Spin around, scattering beads and broken jade, releasing the brightness of every star. She folded her wings and gently smoothed the hair on her gauze wings.
She disappeared, and then revealed her delicate figure again, with green leaves covering her face--she was shy but refused to speak. If the time is extended a little longer, it will definitely be a sweet expectation. Without a trace of anxiety settling in, we were entangled with each other again.
I want to store this smile in the rich wine, and take it out to taste during the long rainy season in summer; grind the tiredness into powder and give it to the bees to brew it into sweetness.
No worries in vain, no extravagant hopes of eternity.
Captain who has returned with a full load, please tell me, can the fisherman with the most harvest in the four seas be as happy as me?
Nightingale with gold ring, please tell me, can the royal bird with the most beautiful song in the palace courtyard be as happy as I am?
“No matter where the sun shines or where the trade wind blows, there is no place as free and happy as these two creatures.”
“But it’s not you after all!”
They said in unison. Chapter 2: Butterfly Love Prose
I am the legendary butterfly with a beautiful life experience and a romantic origin: a grass-like bloodline and a character made of water.
I flew from ancient times and crossed the vast sea of ????people, for no other reason than to find you, to find that figure that is unmistakable among thousands of people. This is a destined journey.
The bow of the piano is like a knife, drawing a big river. I am like a flying flower, hesitating in the valley between strings, dancing affectionately on the water of music. The sound of the piano flows, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, sometimes soothing, sometimes exciting. Each musical note was thrown into the water, and the gradually spreading ripples rubbed my shadow. I flew up and down, and fell and flew up again, for fear of missing another round of flowering.
This earthly fragrance has the Zen meaning of Buddha. The separation between you and me in the previous life is just for the mixed feelings when we meet again in this life. In the dreamland of another life, on the road to spring, you once witnessed my truest fantasy beauty and purity, the intoxicating beauty you met in reincarnation, and used your crystal tears and ink to spread the love of your whole life into The meaningful and bright poems are written on a piece of plain silk, with tenderness and sweetness, each word is precious, relying on a horse and a thousand words, standing in the wind.
After a thousand years of separation, the grass reaches the sky. That is my longing that spreads to the end of the world.
Ten miles long pavilion, I gave you a gift and a fan. I don’t know when and what day we will meet again.
How to let you meet me again and let me become your last legend. I carry the faint fragrance of flowers and shuttle through the world of mottled light and shadow, letting the years go by.
When the swallows return, the south of the Yangtze River is as before. In a trance, you go in and out between presence and absence, the sun is still the same, and you and I see each other as before. The world is long, I know you are also lonely, and I feel love and pity in my heart; the journey is far away, and my tears are full of tears, and what is peeling off is time. Look at me - your weeping butterfly, the charm of the East, looking back affectionately in the breeze, the red bean that I have held in my hand for a thousand years, I am holding it gently in front of your eyes at this moment.
I have been flying for thousands of years, tirelessly, through the winds of the Tang Dynasty and the rain of the Song Dynasty, over the mountains and the mountains, over the desert sun, over the sea and the mulberry fields, just for this moment of dream fulfillment.
As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world!
Throw a red line quickly and imprison me next to you for life. Don’t let me fly away again. Although I am not worried or afraid, I am afraid of the loneliness of long journeys and the sleeplessness of wandering life.
If you want to fly, let’s fly away from this world together and return to our starting point with lush water and grass. The fireflies shining in the stars will lead the way. From then on, we will hold hands hand in hand, no matter the moon is waning or full. Chapter 3. Butterfly Love Prose
Blue sky, blue sea, everyone has his own thoughts and happiness, we are just like butterflies in the sky, no matter how far apart we are We also feel happy and happy when we think of each other. When the butterflies fly away from the flowers in pairs, the sky will not be so beautiful anymore. When the sky is no longer beautiful, our happiness will come to an end.
Love is sometimes beautiful, sometimes sad, and sometimes happy. Since I have missed it, there is nothing to be sad about. Even if I don’t have him, I will not be sad or shed tears, because there is no reason for love. Flowers bloom for love. Man-made hurts. Now that our fate has come, we will say goodbye here
When we break up, I don’t look back, I don’t shed tears, and I don’t feel sad. Because there is a bird in the world called a bird, which means that love is not perfect. , since there is love, there is hatred, and there is hatred, there is the meaning of separation. When the butterflies leave one by one, the words they said will be useless. Love is so cruel, it is so ruthless. The fluttering butterflies continue to fly, the flowers are withered and the tears are speechless. Love is poison, the poison that wants to kill a pair of people who once loved each other. Love is a game. We are in the play. Once we lose, we will leave each other. Love is a dream. Once you wake up from the dream, there is nothing.
We will be sad. When we turn around to leave, none of us will save anyone. When the butterfly leaves the flower that is about to wither, I think our happiness is gone. Butterflies and love are such a principle. Don't trust the other person too much because you will get hurt. Because love is not so perfect.