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.