Flowers blossomed under the big pine tree, and the scenery was beautiful. The butterfly was elated at once, found the most colorful flower to fly over, stood on it, and put out its mouth to prepare a cup of happy nectar.
But at this moment, it didn't know that danger was approaching. The hot weather melted the turpentine on the tree, and a big drop of turpentine fell down, just landing on butterflies and flowers. Butterflies were wrapped in these rich foods before they could enjoy them.
Yes, no one expected that a big meal would hide fatal dangers. The poor butterfly was so well preserved that it was not discovered until today.
2. About the composition of butterflies, 3. I have seen many insects, and only butterflies go deep into my heart. It is an insect that flies in the daytime. Taxonomically, it refers to an evolutionary branch of fish Lepidoptera, called Papilionidae. Butterflies belong to arthropods, with segmented exoskeleton on the body surface, and the adult body is also divided into three parts: chest and abdomen. There are two pairs of wings on the chest, and the patterns on the wings are made of scales. It is also a completely abnormal insect, and its life includes four stages: egg, larva, pupa and adult.
It also has a Latin scientific name: Rhopalocera, which is an arthropod and a hexapod.
I have seen many insects, but only butterflies have left the deepest impression on me. It is not only beautiful in appearance, but also brave and strong.
I remember that spring, one Sunday morning, I went out to play. When I arrived at a flower bed, I saw a white thing hanging on a leaf, and there seemed to be a bug in it. Ah! It's a pupa! I read in extra-curricular books that it is the most important process for a caterpillar to become a butterfly, and this cannot be less.
Once a careless mistake is made, it will never become a butterfly, or even die. I carefully took the pupa home, hoping that it would become the most beautiful butterfly under my care.
A few days later, a small crack appeared on the pupa, and the butterfly inside was struggling and flapping its wings. It's too painful to be trapped in a cocoon. I couldn't bear to part with it, so I picked up scissors to cut off the shell and help the butterfly shed its pupa. However, the butterfly's body was bloated and its wings shrank, so that it could not fly at all and soon died.
Later, I blamed myself for helping butterflies break out of their cocoons. If it weren't for me, the butterfly would have danced. Another year, I saw another pupa, and I took it home, but when it had a crack, I didn't do anything stupid like last time, but watched it break out of its cocoon and become a beautiful butterfly. Look! How amazing it is that it has changed from a humble caterpillar to a striking butterfly. Look! Its wings sparkled in the sun, as if plated with a layer of golden light. After two hours, it can dance in the air and become a "flower fairy".
When I saw beautiful butterflies flying in the sky, I couldn't help thinking. Breaking out of cocoon is an inevitable process for a mediocre caterpillar to become a beautiful butterfly. None of us have the right to change it or the ability to stop it. Sometimes, good intentions can do bad things. Only by respecting them can we respect science.
So, let the butterfly choose its own way of life, and let's not destroy it!
3. The composition describing butterflies is thinking about rain. Look at the graceful dancing, graceful posture and beautiful wings.
Isn't that a butterfly dancing in the air? I used to hate this kind of bug. I don't know why I pay special attention to it now and want to know everything about it. Look! Two butterflies in front are chasing each other.
The white wings are decorated with several beautiful black patterns. When the breeze blows, a pair of antennae swing with the wind.
But how many people know that its beauty is not innate. It is a new life again and again, and it is a pain again and again.
Look at these two little things in front of you. I also have an unspeakable love in my heart.
I've caught two before to observe. First, they pretend to be dead. When they are useless, they slowly get up and see their own kind.
Just gently touch another butterfly with tentacles and wings. Another followed and stood up.
Two little things began to run around in my cage looking for an exit. One of them was injured when I was catching butterflies, and I limped because I was not in the cage because of my physical condition.
Like an old man in his sixties. But everyone knows that their practice is in vain.
I finally let them go. I know they belong to nature.
Soon they recovered their spirits and flew away together. Fly briskly and fly high.
As if afraid that I would scratch them again. I can see that they are obviously much happier than when they were at my house.
Watching beautiful butterflies walk, dance and chase in the air. In an instant, a kind of joy welled up in my heart.
I can only bless them silently. I hope they will be beautiful and happy forever. I hope they will come and dance for people every summer.
I hope they will be happy forever. Liang Zhu turned into a cold rain butterfly, which fell for three days and nights.
Butterflies with wet wings whirled sadly in the rotting fragrance everywhere. Between the sticky leaves, there is a meager morning light and residual tears.
The vast mountains and faint balconies, like a world-long maze, are intertwined in lush green grass and extend far away to meet the sedan chair floating from the secluded path. The sound of horns and suona resounded through the sky, crushing the soil all over the place.
The man in the red wedding dress abandoned the ancient mirror of homesickness and the comb of lovesickness, and only brought a broken and withered heart. Gorgeous colorful robes can't cover my thin body like leaves; The brilliant rockhopper can't cover my cold and gloomy face; The sound of gongs and drums can't call back my determination to go home.
The desolate roadside is isolated with a pile of desolate green graves. Called the bearers, gently lifted the curtain, smiled, speechless, but tears fell down.
Uncle Shan, do you want Yingtai to confirm Yue Mingting's oath? Thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer, harmony between heaven and earth, dare to part with you. This eternal true love is better than your life and my life, and it is better than the wealth in front of you. Life is inseparable, and death is inseparable.
In that dark grave, as long as our flexible hair is intertwined, all the cold secular prejudices will be separated. Life can't be married, death can't be just, fly with me, both fly.
At this moment, I have tears, but I am not sad. That lingering infatuation has gradually died like a numb mountain. The only thing that survived to comfort me was your illusory smile and the dribs and drabs of our three years together. Remember that March when apricot blossoms were raining and birds were flying on the grass? I stay away from high walls and deep courtyards, and smoke locks my boudoir. I took off my beaded Yu Pei swaying around my waist, took off my tightly wrapped plain skirt, and put on young men's clothes with cool sleeves, Confucian shirts and square towels and folding fans, smiling, and appeared in front of you. Your surprised eyes and sincere smile have warmed the tears I haven't had for a long time.
There are countless breezes in the sky. Before and after the flowers, we recite poems and draw pictures, play the piano and whisper, and play in the mountains and clouds. Every day with you, every grass and tree exudes intoxicating gentleness.
In your eyes, I am my dear Xiaoying Tai, my little brother, and you are my what? In fact, I can't explain why the eyes that look at each other in an instant have long believed that love is doomed in stone. I am so familiar with you, vaguely familiar, as if I have never been apart, and the feelings that have been dusty for many years are opened at this moment.
However, I don't want to be noticed by you. Perhaps, you have seen ... my classmate Ban Du for three years knows everything, but you don't understand my delicate mind, never confuse me with the reserve of living alone, never pity my thin body, never stare at my simple and shy expression, and never taste my gentle words. A bowl of clear water lies flat between pillows, reflecting your innocent heart and your invisible shy face.
Countless flowers bloom and fall, the sun and the moon change, holding a roll of bandu, reciting poems and dialogues, which contains my endless acacia. Before burning incense, it was your heart and my daughter's feelings, and Yuanyang in the water was laughing at your stupidity.
Uncle Shan, I don't want to be your sworn brother. I want to be your wife for life. Three years have passed in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, you and I are about to leave, and the eighteen pavilions are willing to send each other, but you can't understand the sadness in my tearful eyes.
Your little nine sisters promised you, that is, the boy in white in front of you. Please remember her appearance, her face and her future, and then greet your beautiful bride carefully. The white pony flies, and spring has gone to the autumn solstice. I leaned against the fence and wore autumn water, but I didn't expect your figure. The only thing waiting for me is the marriage decided by my parents.
You came in a hurry, looking surprised, annoyed by the mystery that you were too late to understand. Meeting privately on the balcony, you and I looked at each other, but there was nothing to say.
Silence, silence is the flute of farewell! A good marriage is missed or wrong, but it is only a year and a half of acacia. Although I was very angry and decided to resist marriage and flee without permission, your cowardice made me very sad, sad and helpless.
Yes, I can't resist marriage, just as you can't take me away easily I hope that the snobbish eyes of the government will strip away your poverty layer by layer and your only self-confidence and dignity. You waved your sleeves angrily, leaving me to look at the cold moon window, waiting for the stone wrapped in paper to fly out of the wall and shoot down my mind; Look forward to the language on the paper and make a promise to stay together; I am looking forward to following the trajectory of the moon, avoiding crowded houses and looking for a paradise to accommodate my feelings.
However, I didn't expect the wait to be so long. I haven't heard from you. Acacia has turned into a haggard Leng Yue, still shining on my haggard face.
Composition about butterflies Most of these butterflies belong to the same race. The back of their wings is bright green with beautiful patterns, which makes them look like green grass when they are still, and the front of their wings is golden yellow, which makes them look like golden flowers when they flap their wings. In the middle of their dense line, sometimes there are several huge pink butterflies with red flowers on a black background flying, as if they were flying on purpose. Butterflies glow all over and have two small circles on their wings. Red, yellow, green, purple and black are evenly distributed on the wings, just like a colorful flower. Swarms of butterflies gather and disperse when they are young, and their colorful wings are like beautiful silks and satins in the sun. This strange butterfly looks like a dead leaf hanging upside down from a tree from a distance. If you reach out to pick that leaf, it will fly. There are several big butterflies with purple spots among the flowers, which float in the air for a while, then erect their wings and land on the flowers. It is almost impossible to tell whether the butterfly has become a flower, dotted with branches, or whether the flower has wings and flies. Butterflies have unique mouths, too. It looks like the winding of a clock. It is usually rolled up, and it can only be straightened to suck the honey when it is used. Two white butterflies with black spots, flying up and down, flashing beautiful wings, like two lovely little white flowers. Delicate and elegant butterflies, dancing lightly among the flowers in pairs, with their tails as long as ribbons and dancing in the breeze. Their dance is really beautiful and natural. Butterflies rest on a cluster of wild flowers, and their spotted wings flap from time to time. The net-like gold thread is shining, and a pair of pale blue tentacles are as slender as brocade. In vegetable gardens and flower beds, groups of butterflies, like colorful pieces of paper scattered from the air, come and go with the wind. Colorful butterflies, with light posture, shuttle back and forth among the endless stream of beautiful flowers, making the mountains in early autumn more enchanting and beautiful.
Lepapillon
I don't know why, from a very young age, those beautiful spirits-butterflies-attracted my attention deeply. When I was a child, I always felt that they were so wonderful, dancing their petite bodies and flying up and down in the air. Looking at them, my thoughts would fly with them, as if my soul were out of its shell and flying together in the blue sky, even forgetting where to go and the way home. When I grew up, my obsession with butterflies didn't diminish at all. I like it not only because it has beautiful wings, but also because it has the courage to break through the cocoon. I respect its courage. It takes countless times of repeated training to build a pair of strong wings and fly to the sky it has been longing for for for a long time. The process is painful, but not afraid. It firmly believes that there will be beautiful flowers waiting for it after hard work. Painters can get artistic inspiration from the beautiful posture of butterflies; Poets can find inspiration from the elegant expression of butterflies; Philosophers can appreciate the philosophy of life from the active interest of butterflies; Scientists can study this subject from the special habits of butterflies. Butterflies have helped mankind accomplish too many things invisibly, but why has no one praised its contribution until now? Everyone only remembers the hardworking bees, but no one remembers the brave butterflies. Butterfly spent its short life in this wonderful world. Is this the fate of butterflies? If a butterfly has thoughts, will it feel sad? Even if no one can remember the contribution of butterflies, I will still look for a sky that allows them to fly freely on my white manuscript paper. When butterflies come, they bring autumn flowers and fruits to the world. They spread their beautiful wings and fly freely like angels.
5. Write an article about butterflies. Butterflies coming home late
I spent the whole day online on Women's Day. My sister and I talked about our acquaintance, acquaintance, and those incredible feelings and missed fate on the Internet. Talking about my failed marriage. There is a kind of pain that erodes my body and mind.
Walking in the endless network ocean, I burst into tears again. For a long time, I thought I was numb. It turns out that some things cannot be changed by time. The feelings I have paid, the broken righteousness, have been lurking in my heart and can't stand a little touch. Some things are unforgettable, just like some people don't say they can wait.
Thinking of his arrogance and cruelty, my choice seems to be easily stung by some kind of him. In a trance, I saw an eraser, which was gilding my possession bit by bit, showing its true colors mercilessly until it was reduced to ashes. I want to warm his irrational humanity with a kind heart, but it's too late, too late. . . All the tenderness in the dream is just a cold and desolate pillow after waking up.
I know that there is no one who has loved without pain. Between picking up and letting go, life has too much meaning. Always convince yourself that you can't forget him completely, so don't forget him too deliberately. Really forget, there is no need to work hard, but also emphasize each other's pain? Some people, some love will eventually leave. No matter who goes first, one person will stick to the city, waiting for another heart to move on from far to near, from near to far again.
When the twilight has dyed the window red, my wandering soul is like a flower, which blooms again and again that night, and the petals finally fall to the ground after the storm. The love of close-fitting sewing in the past has gradually gone away from my frozen body, like a butterfly that is too late to find its way home. I don't know if everyone will fall once in their lives. Will I fall down again? Into a warm embrace? Or a trap that killed me. . . With a weak heartbeat and a scarred heart, I am waiting for a butterfly that comes back late at night, no matter how late it comes back, as long as it lands at my window. .
6. Write a composition about butterflies. Beautiful butterfly.
Shunchang Experimental Primary School Class 6 (1) Wei Lei
Butterflies are beautiful insects in nature. It is deeply loved for its graceful posture and light posture. It dances between flowers and springs by the stream, and is called "flying flower" and "dancer of nature". It is dotted with picturesque nature and has its own blue spots.
In order to let us know more about beautiful butterflies, the Youth Palace specially exhibited more than 3,000 precious butterfly specimens and wall charts for us. There are three-tailed butterflies, blue ribbon butterflies, big purple butterflies and prince butterflies. Those butterflies have different colors, and each one is beautiful. I like a few of them very much.
The most beautiful butterfly in the world, the goddess of light, first attracted me. According to the narrator's uncle, it is a world-famous butterfly, which comes from the tropical virgin forest in the Amazon River basin of South America on the other side of the ocean and is recognized as the most beautiful butterfly in the world. Its diamond-like wings shine with dazzling lime green and sky blue light, which is wonderful. When these phantoms and blurred colors suddenly flash in front of your eyes, it will really make you feel that you are in a fairy tale world.
China's national butterfly, Papilio, is also very beautiful. It is covered with emerald gold powder and has a pair of golden spots on its hind wings. As the saying goes, "things are rare." This butterfly is not only beautiful, but also very rare. Since it is rare, nature is precious. According to the commentator's uncle, this kind of butterfly only exists in the subtropical primitive dense forest above 1000 meters in the south of China, and it is a world-class rare butterfly unique to China. There are less than ten species in the world, which are listed as K-class protected objects by the International Committee for the Protection of Endangered Animals, and are the only butterflies listed as first-class protected animals in China. A good Papilio can be worth hundreds of thousands!
Beautiful butterfly, your graceful posture, light posture and colorful blue clothes deeply attract me. Let's act! Protect these beautiful butterflies and make them the most beautiful scenery in nature.