The awaken of spring is very strong, but in the north and five wind rain, ten, the chill of a warm spring breeze blowing through just now, people will again come a refreshing cold rain.
I walk on the grass, suddenly, saw a snow-white on the tender spring grass butterflies. Butterfly to strike on the ground, the rain wet wings with a trembling slightly rustling, zhang is not. It was dying, the parting. But it's as white as a piece of light snow flower, slender, gentle lovely, what a pity!
Where did she come from? Want to fly to where? I'm standing looking at it. Suddenly there was a holy water dripping on like deep in the soul, my heart to a Bai Shanshan softness and the strong light.
I bent down, pinched the white butterfly carefully, on hand in the heart.
This is cold stiff little creatures drooping (underlined words), its thin foot foot move, flopping on my hands.
With my mouth I ah, give it a little bit warmth, butterfly gradually wake up. It is for a fierce storm dumbstruck just now? However, it is too thin. You see, that white has like the wings of the transparent gauze, the two black must stretch forward, two black eyes, almost as fine as silk. This delicate little creatures, however, it is flying out to look for what (underlined words)? In this broken weather, it showed how extraordinary courage seekers.
It alive, I should feel infinite joy.
At this time, the wind in the past, the rain is over. With the bright sun ", everything is so crystal clear, so bright and beautiful, the leaves change from green to dark green, grass full of small grain of rice yellow small flower. I put the butterfly on a leaves filled with sunshine, I went to walk on the grass. But in my soul cry - began to like very far, very far away... , I thought in the sky to the wind, to rain again, later I learned that in my heart: why do you put a creature discard regardless of? ...... Then I turned and went back, and go to the plant leaf old trees there. Who knows that only white butterfly slowly, slowly crawling on the leaves! I don't disturb it, just quietly watching. Sun flash with a reddish, on the blade flutter nervous, combustion, and bring the fire, heat, light, life, beads to give it to dry, sand to sweep it, the leaves like a piece of green glass transparent and bright.
I that beautiful white butterfly! My brave white butterfly! It tried several times, finally jumped, spread your wings and fly, lively astutely flutters around me, and to clear such as wash the rising of the sky, like a small snowflakes, flying more far, disappeared.
Then, this spring waters gently rippling in my heart. In white butterfly when danger I pity him, but when it really fly freely and go and I feel so lost, dismay, "alas! Oh..." I stood silently for a moment, turned and headed for the grass.
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