White butterfly

The white butterflies that are slightly squatting in the wind look far away, like plain petals flying and flipping. And the arc drawn by the butterfly in the air caused me to be ashamed, pure childhood memories...

When I was not careful, I walked into the childishness that was edited from life. The film had pink excitement, light blue expectations, dark green depression, black sadness, and intriguing.

At the beginning of summer, there was no lingering drizzle, and there was no hot sun. Some were this pool of bilobes, a pool of lotus flowers. Far away, the disk-like lotus leaf is lined with the peach-red lotus, although it can't be said that "the sky is full of lotus leaves, the lotus flower is different red", it can be regarded as "the red in the green cluster"! In this painting of green trees, green water, green leaves, and pink lotus flowers, a white figure flashes, thinking that the tired petals are on the lips of the lotus. When you look closely, you know that it is a butterfly. rest. One meter away, with this little figure, I walked happily to the nearest place to the butterfly. Hey! I wrapped my brother around to catch the butterfly, and pulled his hair and bit his arm. My brother couldn't help but catch the white butterfly carefully in my hand. If I get the treasure, touch its wings, tease its tentacles, "Little Butterfly" can not help but tremble, I laughed: "'Little Butterfly', you can't escape! You are also ticklish! Haha... "On the way home with my brother, I kept laughing, constantly licking "Xiaodie" itching, my brother wanted to come over and see what happened. I held the "Little Butterfly" mysteriously to make a face to my brother, and said mischievously: "Secret! No comment!"

In the sun, I used the big finger and the index finger to hold the wings of "Little Butterfly" and watched it carefully - I found it more and more like the bow on my head, but how do you have black spots on it! Some places are gray. I have a chance to move: "Oh! I will help 'Little Butterfly' to take a shower!"

So, I walked into my mother's dressing room with a secret desire, and found a bottle of spotted water, two cotton swabs, a kind of pink excitement. I turned on the faucet and saw the white flowers blossomed out, then I lay in the pool. I dipped a little bit of water on the cotton swab and gently applied it to the white wings. The left side was painted on the right side and the front side was painted on the reverse side. Then I widened my eyes and dipped a little water with another cotton swab, gently and gently stroked. Finally, I put the "Little Butterfly" into the pool under the expectation of blue, poured a little bubble, sprinkled a little flower dew, and secretly thought "'Little Butterfly', it must be very comfortable!" Time "Drip I sang a song, just 25 minutes. I rushed to the pool and took the white butterfly in the water. The green depression poured into my heart. The butterfly's wings did not change at all, and there were spots. Suddenly, I found that the wings of "Xiaodie" became more and more transparent, softer and softer, more and more quiet, and more and more cold. I almost cried and ran to my brother, shaking him hard, and my brother did not sigh. Overdone. I whispered: "Brother! 'Little Butterfly' is 'sleeping'? Is it still awake?" Brother looked at the fragile white butterfly and pushed my head with his hand and said, "You! I am so happy to kill people!" I threw the white butterfly and rushed to my brother to cry, a black sorrow hit my young heart, my brother patted my shoulder, smiled and said that I took him Clothes are "washed" for free! I raised my eyes and revealed the curved line...

It’s naive and ignorant to think about it now, but it’s because of those pure ideas that made my childhood colorful! Occasionally, I want to go back again, without thinking about other people's words, without thinking about complicated problems; no jealousy, no irony, no retreat, only self-confidence and stubbornness in the storm, rich and bold imagination, how to make people do not think, do not think What? In the field of childhood, the knives and mountains are only decorated with playgrounds; the thorn forests in the mountains and plains are just unflowered rose forests. Childhood ignorance, childish but smelt the magic of thinking of danger as a game, everything is happy, everything is happy. It's a pity that time can't reach out and grab the flowing clouds for you. You can only taste these children's fun in the memory window.

"You said that childhood is a happy dream / wake up for many years."

I said that the childishness is the cloud that flows away.

"You said that childhood was a short letter / postal delay."

I said that childlikeness is the trace of the white butterfly flying / the whole world is a stroke...