"Where do you come from, my friend, as if a butterfly flew into my window, I do not know how many days I can make a stay ...... "A beautiful butterfly fluttered into the poet's window, the poet remembered and friend A beautiful butterfly fluttered into the poet's window, and the poet remembered his friendship with his friend, and thus missed his friend. One day, a small butterfly flew from the window into a classroom of elementary school students in class, it brought the children what?
It was such a normal spring morning, the campus was quiet, the students were in class, the teacher explained the voice, the students listened attentively. At this time, a small butterfly fluttering wings from the window into a classroom, the boy by the window first found the butterfly, he first put his head shrinking, and then immediately with the hands of the textbook block his face, as if afraid of butterflies flying into his face. The butterfly lightly swept over the boy's head, flew to the middle of the classroom, now, at least five or six children have discovered the butterfly, their eyes from the teacher to the tiny butterfly, chasing the butterfly's fluttering, the timid girl let out a muffled scream, and immediately get down on the body, but the bold boys excitedly stood up, take the hand of the book to pounce on the butterfly, the classroom was suddenly chaotic into a pot of porridge!
"Students, quiet, quiet down!" The female teacher, who was forced to interrupt her teaching, huffed and reminded the children. The children immediately quieted down, but their eyes were still drawn to the butterflies, and most of them appeared to slump over their desks in fear.
As the teacher walked towards the door, she said, "Class, this butterfly just went to the wrong door. But maybe she came to us because she likes us? Let's let her out, shall we?" The teacher opened the door.
"But teacher, I don't like butterflies. My mom says the powder on butterfly wings is poisonous and if we eat it in our stomachs we will die." A child said. "That's right, butterflies are still turned into bugs, so scary and disgusting!" Other children agreed.
The teacher froze. After a moment's thought, the teacher said, students, in fact, butterflies are not as terrible as we think, on the contrary, she fluttered in the flowers, to help pollinate flowers, flowers can bloom brilliantly; butterflies are also many kinds of butterflies, there are butterfly valleys in China's Yunnan and Taiwan, where inhabited by a lot of beautiful butterflies, so many poets with beautiful poems to praise the butterflies dancing, a lot of lyricists for the butterfly's dancing to compose music; we also have China's butterfly dance, the butterfly is the first time in the world that we have seen a butterfly. In China, there is also the story of "Liang Zhu", in which the main characters were transformed into two butterflies at the end, and the composer composed the violin concerto "Liang Zhu" according to "Liang Zhu", and one of the most popular chapters is "Butterfly Transformation". Looking at the children's eyes focused, the teacher sang "where do you come from, my friend, as if a butterfly flew into my window ......", the students finally cast a tender gaze on the butterfly.
"Let's open the window too and let the butterfly fly out?" The teacher suggested.
Finally, the butterfly flew out of the open window as the students watched.
Butterflies, butterflies, the flowers you will fly, should belong to the spring light, belong to the flowers and grass, belong to nature, and should also stay in the hearts of children.
2. Dance with butterflies*** 400Dance with butterflies***
Usually, I often see on TV the butterflies flying in the sky, such as poetry, such as a dream, how beautiful! I didn't realize that during the "May Day" period, I actually experienced the taste of dancing with butterflies***.
"May Day" day, the fine aunt took me to the Agricultural Science Center. We came to the butterfly museum, a door, we are like walking into the sea of flowers. "Hey, it's so beautiful!" I couldn't help marveling. The flowers were red, yellow, blue ...... colorful, and we were all fascinated. Suddenly, I found a butterfly resting on my foot. "Yikes!" I screamed, and then immediately closed my mouth for fear of scaring away this cute little elf. What a beautiful butterfly it was, with its web of glittering golden veins and a pair of light blue tentacles so slender they looked like clouds of brocade. I looked around, here is like a world of butterflies, some butterflies stop in the flowers, some butterflies rest on the roof, some butterflies fly over, fly over ...... around the people from time to time issued a gasp: "Look, this butterfly is so beautiful ah!" "Look, this is more like a leaf ah!" ...... At this time, I saw a very beautiful and beautiful flowers I walked over, a look, which is what flowers, it turned out to be a butterfly, only to see its green wings dotted with yellow dots, the edge of the set a pink pattern, the two pairs of wings like a bushel fan fan non-stop, lovely. At this time, many of the butterflies flew up, dancing around me, I seem to follow the dance ......
Another butterfly flew, it stopped in the palm of my hand, I quietly, can not afford to scare it away.
Dancing with a butterfly*** is such a beautiful realm!
3. Essay on ButterfliesThe yellow leaf child is a yellow leaf.
One day, she saw a leaf falling from a tree as if it was dancing. The yellow leaf wanted to be like that leaf, but she could not fall.
Finally, one day, the yellow leaf was about to fall from the tree. When she fell from the tree, she sang and danced her way down to the ground. At this time, she saw that there is a beautiful thing beside her, open your eyes and look again, it is a beautiful butterfly. The yellow leaves asked the butterfly sister: "Why can't you fly?" The butterfly said, "I was hurt when I was collecting nectar." The yellow leaf child comforted her and said, "Then rest well, and when you are healed tomorrow, I will take you on a trip with me." Saying this, the two of them fell asleep.
The next day, the sun came out, and Sister Butterfly's injury was healed. The breeze blew, and they flew together to the blue sky, looking at the beautiful scenery
4. Describe the butterfly essay, to write a sheet and a halfButterfly
I remember one day at noon, a flower butterfly flew in my yard, fluttering over the flower pots full of red flowers. He flickered his wings gently upward, closed his wings slowly downward, and spread his wings flat to glide gracefully. His dance is light and beautiful, I was attracted to the flower butterfly.
When the butterfly sees a flower, he flaps his wings a few times and flies to the flower. He closed his wings, used the front two feet to peel off the stamen, and then used the other four feet to step on the petals, and then put his head into the stamen to suck nectar. He was covered with yellow pollen. I thought it was funny, so I crept closer to the butterfly and grabbed him.
I gently pinched the butterfly and looked at it carefully. The butterfly's head, much like a dragonfly's, had two large eyes.
In the two big eyes, like on the diagonal stretching two thin threads, this is its tentacles, the tip of the tentacles is thicker, and a little curved. The butterfly's mouth is long and coiled into a circle. I remember a book said: butterflies only suck nectar when it straightens its mouth.
The butterfly's thorax is large and firm, while the abdomen is soft, bulging in the center, vertically arranged in three white lines, with a row of white dots on each side.
On either side of the chest are two pairs of wings. The front pair of wings resemble bird wings, and cover the back pair. The hind wings, like a flap of a sheep's hoof. The front wings were black, only getting lighter towards the center, and near the chest, almost transparent. The rear wings, on the other hand, are completely black, with countless white spots scattered across the dark black wings, as if they were countless little stars on the night sky, and the beautiful wings are as thin as a light veil.
I looked at the butterfly, the more I looked at it, the more I loved it, simply loved it. I am ready to go into the house for butterfly specimens, unexpectedly he took advantage of my change of hands, suddenly flew away, my hands left countless black powder. I looked up at the butterfly, it spread the beautiful wings, in the air, up and down, dancing. It seems to be showing me a moving dance, but also seems to be deliberately teasing me, angry me ......
5. Write a butterfly essay,500 wordsOn vacation! I went to the field with my mom to catch butterflies, catch butterflies essay 500 words.
When catching butterflies, my mom told me: when I was a child, my mom also caught butterflies, but at that time adults said that catching butterflies would be bald. I looked at my mom with a questioning gaze and said: Why? Mom said with a smile: I did not know when I was a child, grew up to know because we catch butterflies under the sun was bald. I suddenly realized said: Oh! I understand then we put an umbrella will not be sunburned bald. I'm so smart! I'm so smart!
Started to catch butterflies, mom wanted to catch only one, I told my mom: one in the inside will be very lonely, it is better to catch two it. Mom knows that she can not help my bitter plea, had to say: that's fine! I'm not going to be able to do that.
Mom took a white bag, I was curious to ask: What is this for? Mom smiled and said: This is a butterfly with ah! In the transparent bag, we can clearly see how it moves!
Mom gently stepped over, snap!
Mom gently stepped over and snapped! Mom put the caught butterfly into a white bag, second grade essay "catch butterfly essay 500 words".
The butterfly flapped its transparent wings in the bag, hehehe! It looked so funny! Mom caught another butterfly with the same technique, both of which were silver-gray.
Alas! If only I had caught the big butterfly, then I could have described it in more depth!
6. Write a composition in Butterfly Requirements 300 words (urgent)Lonely Dancer
In the fall, the meadow was silent, depressed and cold. The ground is full of fallen leaves, withered leaves curled up, like a wrinkled face looking upward tiredly. Under the sun, the grass is like rinsed silver, light yellow and light yellow, facing the autumn wind Huijin sound. All around the quiet, everything seems to be listless, the bitter dry wind suggests that this season does not belong to the fragile life.
However, in the shadow of despair always seems to lurk a pleasant surprise. Look! Not far from a small butterfly, a white, translucent wings are not slow to beat, like a fluttering snowflake, tiny body suddenly up and down to jump back and forth. A moment, gently fell on the tip of the grass leaves, kissed a kiss, and then flew away. I think, its heart should be some kind of fervent desire to urge it, diligently, never slack.
The yellow grass in my eyes suddenly became a vast stage, stage soil, this small butterfly is lonely spinning dance play a one-man show. There is no light, no music, no audience, no applause, the lonely dancer is just quietly dedicating its most beautiful dance, dance in the beauty of sadness, dance in the joy of elegance. Dance ah ...... dance ah ...... all the despair, all the joy, all the pain are melted into this nickel dance. The whole world paused, silently watching, all the music is silent, the surrounding nature also guffawed and smiled.
A small butterfly has conquered the world. In the summer, there will be many such butterflies, small, white, dancing in every corner of the world, flying in groups through the season, without leaving a trace. When the flowers slowly fall, the vibrant green also gradually faded, leaving only the lonely earth, bare *** ***, life is dying, as if the dry beach of life. Summer, prosperous and lush summer, day by day far away. At this time, from some unknown corner, the lonely dancer quietly arrived, began to enjoy its belated short life. Although there is not much comfort and consolation left for this "incomprehensible" little creature, it is still the only protagonist of the desert stage in this season of silence. I do not know whether this little thing understands that "the acquisition of good things often requires great sacrifice". The price is indeed huge. As fall approaches, the days pass and the cold intensifies, and this intensifying cold will mercilessly eat up the life of the butterfly. However, it is not the length of life that matters, but its value.
Don't be afraid to be a lonely dancer on the stage of life! How many people, in their respective lives all their lives play a mediocre and humble role, but never had their own life stage and how many people, go with the flow, will be their own unique personality submerged in the sea of people dance back and forth, strangers in front of the road, where the roses, and somewhere in the world, a budding flower buds are quietly waiting for the butterfly that belongs to her. One day, they met, the delicate flowers will open her arms to warmly welcome the long-waiting guests spinning dance slowly came.
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