Going on the road with a smile

People live in the world, but in just a few decades, some people have lived in the world, and some people have lost their lives for a long time. And I, a little butterfly, can't do it, and it won't be stinking for a long time. I can only leave my smile as proof that I have existed.

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I am a butterfly, a beautiful "shame" butterfly. However, my birth is the most desperate pain of my parents, because I can't fly.

A butterfly can't fly, how ridiculous.

But the partners are very kind to me, they will collect honey for me, chat with me, see me laughing.

Yes, I will laugh. I didn't get lost because I couldn't fly. I would smile at my parents, smile at the flowers, smile at the sun, smile at my partner...

I stayed on a flower every day, listening to people passing by singing: "Please bring my song back to your home, please leave your smile." From then on, I love to laugh more. Every word spit out is a happy note. Every smile is a bright sun. I just won't shake my wings, it's nothing.

Wake up in the morning, I will smile and say to myself: Good morning. When the partners are going out, I will smile and watch them go. When the parents return in the evening, I will smile and greet them...

The good things in life are just around the corner, every good thing deserves my smile.

One day, I stayed in the flower as usual, suddenly felt the wings, and then heard a human voice: "Look! I caught a beautiful butterfly!" There are many humans running, they are very happy, Said to make me a specimen.

I heard the desperate cry of my parents and my friends. They were crying. I gave them a smile and they were put in a bottle.

They started fixing me on a white thing with a pin, it hurts, but I have been smiling at myself.

How good this is, I will always be beautiful, and no one will know that I will not fly...

The butterfly specimen was found to be a bit strange because the mouth of the beautiful butterfly had a bit of a rise. This specimen was officially named "Smile Butterfly" and was passed down from generation to generation in the museum.

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Sixth grade: Zheng Yanyan