In a previous life, butterflies were attached to maple leaves all over the mountain.

In October, maple leaves fly, as dazzling as the morning star, as rosy clouds set off the whole mountain forest; Clear water has also become like a girl's shy face, blushing and smiling; The mountain wind is blowing, and the elf-like maple leaves dance in the wind, dancing with layers of fire. Every maple leaf is a touching Qiu Ge, a poem that the Prime Minister thinks, and a lingering sweet dream.

A snow-white butterfly, attracted by this beautiful scenery, flies around like a maple forest regardless of the autumn wind and refuses to leave. Maple leaves shake their red hands: "beautiful butterfly, this is not the place for you." In a blink of an eye, you will enter the mountainous area in winter. You delicate butterfly can't survive the winter. Go quickly, go to the south where you should go and be with your friends. " The butterfly flapped its wings and stood on the red leaves: "You are so beautiful and so thrilling. I really want to have your color and be a butterfly like a maple leaf. " Maple leaf smiled and made a hurried voice: "Fluttershy, red is the natural color of our maple leaf, just as white is the color of your life. Every color is destined for this life, so we have the right to choose. " Butterfly sadly hangs its little head, knowing that it is wishful thinking, and the north wind roared into the maple forest, conveying the information of early winter.

A robust figure appeared in LAM Raymond, with a little melancholy in his brow. When he saw the red of the mountain, his expression suddenly became cheerful. Only when he is close to nature will he feel relaxed and happy, and he feels that he is integrated with nature. The ups and downs of life have created his indomitable character, and his thinking and pursuit of life have endowed him with a delicate and gentle talent, expressing his true feelings with sincerity, treating others sincerely with words and treating friends with sincerity. He loves his hometown and enjoys the red leaves. When dipping in the season, he will quietly walk into this spiritual home that belongs to him and make friends with Dashan and Hongye. A glass of light wine keeps cool, intoxicates his heart and soothes his feelings.

When his eyes crossed the maple leaf, he found that there was a piece of white on the crimson leaf, and he couldn't help but go forward curiously. What I saw under my gaze was an elegant butterfly with white wings, white body and white tentacles, as pure as a piece of suet jade. Just because of the cold, this butterfly is dying.

He put the butterfly in the warm palm, and the warmth immediately passed to the butterfly's whole body. When butterflies open their eyes like water, they see a kind of loving and caring eyes. Butterflies struggled to erect their petite bodies, flapping their wings and fanning their fragrance. He whispered, "Butterfly, how did you come to the depths of this forest?" Do you like this red color as much as I do? " The butterfly nodded, and he said, "but this is not the place where you should come." How does your delicate body resist the cold wind? Let me take you home, give you a warm winter, and then you can go back to your hometown when Bloom is warm next spring. "

In his arms, the butterfly heard his strong heartbeat and felt his loving heart. The butterfly secretly prayed, "God, if you really care about my beautiful creature, please let me be a man in my next life." Please give me a chance to repay him for saving his life and thank him for his kindness. " Butterfly knows that she can't survive the severe winter and that life has come to an end, but butterfly is too eager to know where his family lives and tell him that she will come to him in the next life, give him happiness and warmth, accompany him to see the maple leaves and grow old with him.

Vaguely, the butterfly heard him say, "Little butterfly, you are back. Don't think our family is poor. Just stay here. " The butterfly lay in his generous palm, saw his face clearly with its last strength and wrote down his home. "Big brother, you must not forget my little butterfly. You must remember that I came." He looked at the weak butterfly, and his tears were about to drop. The butterfly's body gradually dissipated, leaving only a pair of snow-white wings as thin as cicadas. He watched the butterfly leave him, and a deep sadness rose from his heart, but a thin voice came from his ear: "The butterfly left wings for you, and the butterfly left a heart for you." Always happy, I will find you in the next reincarnation. "

He looked around, and besides himself, there were his white palms. Is it because he is hallucinating?

Passing by in this world is also a kind of beauty.

At night, a standing figure in the moonlight, lonely and lonely, the wind blows long hair, blowing women's white clothes, like spreading wings and flying; Sigh, through the silent night faint way: "butterfly, butterfly, where is the person you are looking for?" Glittering tears, along the snow-white face and cheeks, fell on the grass at the foot. The moon felt her sadness and hid in the arms of the cloud, crying silently.

Moonlight is like water, maple leaves are like fire, and the silhouette of Li Zhuo standing in the wind is unyielding. Just frowning reveals his faint thoughts. How many butterflies, snow-white wings, snow-white bodies, snow-white tentacles and water-like eyes appear in his dreams, gently waving his beautiful wings, saying goodbye to him and telling him to wait for him in the next life. It's a dream, but why does it hurt every time and it's true? Why is the hand cold except cold? The faint imprint of butterfly wings in the palm of your hand always exudes fragrance in the middle of the night, which is so familiar and infatuated.

The thoughts welled up in my heart suddenly knocked out beautiful words at my fingertips, one word at a time, and how many memories and concerns there were. Another year of maple leaf red, lovely little butterfly, have you ever entered the cycle of life?

Entering the temple of literature, fugue meets soul, words collide with each other and soul is baptized. He met her by chance on the Internet.

"Do you like red leaves?"

"Well, I like it!"

Do you like butterflies?

"Well, I like it!"

"Where are you?

"I'm in the snowy plateau, and you?

"I am in the distant mountains!"

"Do you have maple leaves there?"

"Yes, in autumn and October, the maple leaves all over the mountain are the most beautiful scenery here!"

"I envy you. I really want to see the red leaves I dream of, but unfortunately we are too far away. "

"Yes, we are too far away. What's your name? "

"My name is Butterfly, and you?"

"My name is maple leaf. Nice to meet you. "

"Me too. I will call you Brother Maple Leaf in the future, and you can also call me Sister Butterfly! "

"En"

"En"

What a familiar feeling, what a familiar smell, people separated from Wan Li are silently telling each other their worries, the same hobbies, the same aspirations, and the network has closely linked them together. Time flies. My heart gradually filled with each other's thoughts. My mind is gradually filled with high love. Knowing the distance, I am willing to give the moonlight here to Dashan's shoulder to help him wash away his physical and mental fatigue and comfort his physical and mental haggard. Knowing that it is hard to meet each other, I would like to send the lovesickness of these two places to the snowy plateau, give her the warmth of her palm and give her caring eyes.

Butterfly knows that Maple Leaf is the person she is looking for, but Maple Leaf doesn't know that once a butterfly came into this world and suffered emotional torture for him. If it is difficult to hold hands in this life, the butterfly in the next life is willing to become a maple leaf butterfly, with the red color of maple leaf, permanently stationed in the heart of maple leaf.

"I left quietly, and I will wait for you in the maple leaf in the afterlife!"

The familiar voice rang again, and Maple Leaf understood that this was the encounter between his butterfly and his afterlife.

"Beautiful butterfly, why are you in a hurry? Can't you show me your peerless face? If there is fate in the next life, I will never let go of your cold little hand! "

In the afterlife, just be a maple leaf butterfly in your palm.

The same mountain, the same season, the same red mood, the eager eyes of people who walked into Fenglin, disappointment once again appeared on his handsome face: "My butterfly, have you forgotten our agreement, or don't you remember the road you took when you came?" In the past, I have been waiting for you to appear here, my butterfly, when can you find the warm sun of seven colors and fly to my window? "

In the spring of the western regions, a fiery red butterfly dances in the sun, and its dazzling scales flicker at the tip of its wings, gorgeous as sunset and dazzling as sunrise. Butterfly looks at the north, knowing that Qian Shan is full of water before she can return to Dream Maple Forest, and knowing where it is, there must be a pair of expectant eyes waiting for her. Butterfly knows the difficulties and obstacles on the road, but for a beautiful agreement, Butterfly Maple Leaf decides to cross the ocean to fulfill the agreement in the afterlife.

When the storm hit the whole universe, the butterfly hid in a dark cave. When the sun was shining and the heat wave was rolling, the butterfly took a few sips of river water and continued to fly. When the weather gets colder and colder, the butterfly knows that time is running out, so it must keep moving day and night.

Maple leaves began to fall, and the disappointed people were disheartened. Maybe this is just a dream, or maybe it's just a beautiful legend. How did butterflies cross the Gobi forest to come to this cold north?

In the middle of the night, thinking of you is like ebb and flow, and loneliness is as painful as acupuncture. I am accompanied by till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon. It's late at night and people are quiet. I'm tired of being alone in front of the screen, revealing ecstatic memories at my fingertips. What an elf as white as jade, wearing a fiery red dress, flew from the half-closed window, and the butterfly in the maple leaf in my eyes shook its wings and looked around with a smile. Is it a dream? If it is a dream, I hope I will never wake up.

The butterfly on the maple leaf, covered with scars, finally landed in his familiar window, and the dream scene reappeared several times. I want to fly to him immediately, snuggle up to his chest, and call back her fleeting life with the warmth of her palm. But I can't. I can't let him see me tired. I can't let him know that I just gave him an epiphany Since I can't give him eternity, let him think it's a beautiful dream. When he wakes up, he will pursue his new sun.

The butterfly quietly hid the little figure behind the light. When he fell asleep, the butterfly slowly landed on his closed lips and kissed it gently. A red maple color entered his body with the kiss of a butterfly. Butterfly used up the last time, gave him the forgotten color, erased the mark on the palm, and erased the memory he gave him. The butterfly smiled with satisfaction.

The bright sunshine shone into his home. He went to the window and pushed it open. The golden sun heralds new hope. Maple leaves in the distance cover the whole mountain like red clouds, and the refreshing mountain wind blows, adding spirit. He immediately felt confident that life was so beautiful!

Looking down, I saw a white butterfly sleeping gracefully outside the window, but its small body was stiff and lifeless. He held the butterfly and felt a little pain in his heart. He looked at the butterfly in his hand, feeling so familiar and sad.

Do you have anything to do with this butterfly?

He doesn't know, just to lust after the warmth of the palm, a butterfly has experienced three love robberies and got what she wanted.

Man Fang Ting. Maple leaves are flowing: summer and autumn are gorgeous, and frost leaves are flowing. I want to drift away, but my dream is broken. Simple and noble, who knows, without hatred, dead leaves are lonely. Clouds cover tears, winds promote haggard, and water cries. Worried. Fall in love with this world as soon as possible, look around sadly and be alone. You can't sue anyone if you want, so you cry and sing poetry. The waning moon is silent and cold, the eyebrows are difficult to show, and it is as sad as a disease. Turn the roots, swing without leaking, and be silent until winter.

(2)

The spreading wind, half a dewdrop trembling, Feng Ming in the distance, like the sound of nature crossing the phoenix tree, ups and downs on the road where palm prints continue, devouring Shan Lan, moonlight and fading starry sky. ...

Mist still exists, clouds are gathering, and tears are lingering in space. Who broke the moonlight and drew a pair of transparent wings between the dream and the heart?

Pick a southern red bean and listen to the years. In the past life, butterflies, this magical spirit, are crossing the times. Where it once snowed, some fish began to wake up in the fog, and pink petals rose like notes.

A tear opens a brilliant flower.

In fact, time is the distance from one flower to another. The classic image is like a stone submerged in the river. Butterfly of the soul, when the tide of applause sounded, did you hear the warm expectation? And I, what to hold up, the most beautiful dance in my hand can come to the light on your forehead.

Looking at the distance, I heard a familiar voice, and the last ray of light at my fingertips was about to run out. The harsh sun rises from the dizzy direction and slowly penetrates all the green leaves, but who dances on the green leaves?

Look up and drink every drop of water in the river and walk into the green leaves. In the quiet rhythm of footsteps, flowers are destined to wait for transparent thoughts somewhere. And when we approach the depths of flowers, the blooming stamens will fall and sprout in our hearts.

Sitting quietly in the white of pearls, after many years. I saw butterflies hovering in the sky beside the flashing fairy rainbow, watching the petals of the soul for thousands of years.

(C) Blue chrysalis Kingdee → beautiful prose poems

Blue flowing melancholy.

I think I'm lost.

The roads in the city wander around, but I always can't find the exit; The towering dense buildings cut the sky into a broken face. I have nothing but youth.

My mother's cold fingers before she died, my father's sigh, and my stepmother's face ... flew around in front of my eyes and woven into a net. I want to run away, but I can't get out.

I stood on the shore and looked at the sea, and those blue waves came to me. I deeply felt the sadness of the embankment: (punctuation here was originally ",") I wanted to retreat far away, but I couldn't move. Blue melancholy flowed from my eyes and crossed my face.

Pupa-sadness of self-restraint.

I refuse that woman to interfere in my life. I can't regard her as my mother.

I rejected the world. I thought the whole world didn't love me.

I have seen a picture of a child standing in the vast reeds, with no clouds, no wind and no direction to go out. ) there is only the sound of loneliness going back and forth.

I also know that I have alienated love and the world.

In my dream, a little blue pupa is crying softly.

Gold-I fell in love with this world.

Today, she took me to see the sunrise

Let me see the golden sunshine engulfing the blue of the sea bit by bit. She gave me a CD-New Baby Boom. I don't know how to translate it She told me it was a "newborn child".

She smiled at me in the morning light, held my hand and told me that the world is actually very beautiful and many people love me: my father, my mother in heaven and her.

I turned around and quietly wiped away my tears.

The beauty of butterflies after cocoon breaking

I felt a dull pain in my back, turned my head and was surprised to see a pair of golden wings.

It turns out that I am getting closer to love step by step. (Punctuation here was originally ",") Only by approaching beauty can we know beauty.

When I look on coldly, life is a blue pupa; When I embrace warmly, life is a golden butterfly. The process of breaking out of cocoon is also a process of emotional change and getting close to the world.

Look at the world with loving eyes, I am so beautiful!