Author: Shirun Youth
Beautiful butterfly
I have been kind since I was a child, broad-minded, and never care about anything with others, so I don’t know what sadness is. In my cognitive scope, sadness means paying special attention to something or a person, but it (he) changes, touching your soul, and feeling frustrated and sad.
Yesterday I went to Garden Expo Park for a walk. It was just noon. The sun was shining strongly, the autumn grass was plump, the flowers were fragrant, and the colorful butterflies gathered together, flying gracefully, and it was so uncomfortable.
Colorful butterfly
I stood in the flowers, carefully observing the butterfly's lifting and landing posture, which was so light and so graceful. Some are single and some are lovers, which is very comfortable. Because of work, I have never calmed down to observe these little creatures. I think, this time, I will pay attention to them carefully. Suddenly, a poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers. Autumn Butterfly" was brewed in my mind. In the evening, after writing this poem, I posted it to the headlines.
Butterfly loves flowers. Autumn butterfly
Noon and autumn sun are warm.
Colorful floating butterflies, gathering and turning.
Love and know each other is shocking.
Don’t know when we will meet each other?
Hate the cool breeze hits the quiet evening.
From apart, it is difficult for couples to be with each other.
Life is gone and the frost soul continues to pass.
Autumn spirit always complains about the spring breeze.
Cozy butterfly
Silent night, although there is no moonlight, as usual, I will go out for a walk. As soon as I went out, a cold wind blew towards me, and then it started to rain. When I got home, I took an umbrella and walked on the road, and suddenly I remembered the butterflies in the flowers. Did they hide on rainy days? I thought to myself, I will definitely go and see them tomorrow.
No trace of butterfly
At sleeping late at night, I kept shouting: Butterfly, fly quickly, the wind is coming! Butterfly, run quickly, it’s raining! My lover woke me up and cursed: "My heartbroken..."
Dead butterfly
This morning, I drove to the Garden Expo Park with my lover. After getting off the car, I hurried to the flowers yesterday to observe and found that only one or two were flying left. I opened the branches and saw that most of them died under the flowers and leaves. Seeing this scene, my heart felt as uncomfortable as a knife cut, and I almost burst into tears...
I think this kind of discomfort is probably sad.
sad
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