Autumn rain suddenly arrived, dense, sprinkled in the branches, fell into the grass, decorated in the tip of the leaf.
Standing in the rain, I like the rain, quietly watching the rain moisturizing everything.
I was in the middle of a rainy day, but I was still in the middle of a rainy day, and I was still in the middle of a rainy day, and I was still in the middle of a rainy day.
A butterfly, suddenly flew, in the luxuriant cloverleaf plum dance.
This is the first time I've seen a butterfly in the world, and I've never seen one. It's a surprise to me that I'm in the middle of the rain, and I'm in the middle of a cross-border relationship.
This is the first time I've ever seen a butterfly dance in the rain, and I've never seen a butterfly do it.
"Nymphalid butterflies see y, pointing water dragonflies fly", the countryside girl, I am used to see the butterflies in the morning light diagonal fluttering in the scorching sun in the exhibition. Or pairs of pairs, chasing and playing, or single-handedly, the scenery is unique. "
From the spring blossoms, to the wind floating ten thousand points, from the cauliflower yellow, to the autumn leaves have, sometimes dancing branches, sometimes drunk between the flowers, suddenly east and west, free and easy, floating extreme, soft and beautiful to.
"Zhuangzhou dreaming of butterflies, Wang Di spring heart to cuckoo". Suddenly one day, this colorful, light body, dancing in the dream of Zhuang Zhou, dancing out of the philosophy of Taoism, dancing out of the freedom of mankind, dancing into the millennium of the ancient times.
"Life does not keep each other in death from each other, the Yellow Springs road with a companion. Two pairs of butterflies dance together, and love is not extinct." On another day, they both limped hand in hand, after the bleak wind and rain, in the brilliant rainbow, let the cold earth, two tears rippled. Li Shangyin therefore rewrote the ending of the Han Ping couple: "Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a nymphalid butterfly, waiting to fly up to another branch of flowers." Nalan Seide, in Lu's 100 days later, since the dream of the sentence: "Singing the autumn grave sorrow has not yet rested, the spring bushes to recognize the two perched butterflies."
The rain is still pattering, the butterflies are still flying, over the cloverleaf plum, flying to the yellow fruit orchid, flying to the depths of the flowers. I am not moving, let the rain wet my hair, moist my eyes:
The flowers under the court to take the second incense,
Flying small butterflies take up the time of the year.
People are always on the lookout,
Lovely dark yellow and light yellow?
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