The little larva was mesmerized.
At that moment, one of the butterflies stopped and landed next to the little larva. The butterfly said to the little larva, "Hello, little sister."
"Ah! Hello, Sister Butterfly." The little larva was taken aback, she didn't expect such a beautiful butterfly sister to stop by her and greet her.
"Sister Butterfly, you ...... are so beautiful!" The little larva blushed and whispered. "Thank you, but you will be as beautiful as I am in the future, no, perhaps even more so.
Because you are also a butterfly, a butterfly like us, and when you grow up, you will be able to dance in the breeze, add color to the earth, and bring joy to people." "Really?" The little larva was excited, "Then I must grow up quickly and become a beautiful and moving butterfly."
...... Since then, in the little larva's mind, there is a goal, a very firm goal - to grow up to be a colorful butterfly more beautiful than anyone else, to add color to the earth, and bring joy to people. The little larva worked very hard, and while her companions slept, she was still exercising and absorbing nutrients.
In order to become a colorful butterfly, the little larva gave up a lot of the joy of playing, but she thought it was worth it, because she firmly believed that she would become a colorful butterfly in the future. As time went by, the new leaves on the trees were no longer as sparse as before, and they covered the whole forest thickly.
The little larva grew much bigger (and faster than her companions). One day, a leaf said to the little larva, "Little sister, you can pupate now.
Because of your efforts, you can turn into a chrysalis faster than your companions, and then you can become a beautiful colored butterfly." The little larva jumped up and down with excitement as she hastily sprayed out strips of silk and then suspended herself upside down in mid-air.
The leaves smiled, "Little sister, get a good night's sleep, and as soon as you wake up, you'll be a beautiful butterfly." The little larva fell fast asleep to the beautiful music played by the spring breeze.
She went to sleep with hope and expectation, with a smile on her lips. In her sleep, she saw herself transformed into a colorful butterfly, with the seven colors of the Rainbow Bridge on her beautiful wings, and with all these seven colors gracefully and nobly united in an incomparably beautiful and touching way.
Some time later, it was time for the little larva, no, the little butterfly, to emerge from its chrysalis. Everyone - leaves, birds, squirrels ...... - waited nervously.
At that moment, the chrysalis suddenly shook, and then two tentacles emerged from it, followed by a tiny head. Oh, the little larva, no, the little butterfly was awake.
The little butterfly immediately greeted everyone politely. Then the leaves said, "Come out, little butterfly, and show us your beautiful wings.
At this point, everyone, including the little butterfly, was very nervous about what kind of wings they would be. The little butterfly took a deep breath and emerged from its chrysalis. Suddenly, just too suddenly, the whole forest became silent, and the previous pleasant atmosphere disappeared.
Because the heavens put a dream, a pure dream, a long awaited dream, a dream that has been put into the efforts of the ruthless ruthless broken - the small butterfly's wings are no color, no color points, it is just a pair of white wings, a pair of extremely ordinary, not noble wings. The little butterfly suffered a great blow, the leaves comforted her, the birds sang for her, the squirrels cared for her ...... but, all this, she could not hear, could not feel.
At this time, her companions have passed the chrysalis stage, break the chrysalis and out, into a colorful point, there are seven colors of the rainbow bridge on the elegant and noble butterfly. They danced in the air, one time together, and then scattered; one time high-speed rotation, one time light floating.
The little butterfly's heart was so sour that she jumped to the creek in a moment of passion, wanting to give up her hard-earned life. Fortunately, the leaves saved her in the nick of time.
The little butterfly lay on the leaf, unconscious. The leaves said to the brook, "Brook, help this poor child, please send her to a place where she belongs."
The brook nodded. Soon, the little butterfly came to her senses, and she realized that she was in a strange place, which she thought was heaven.
She walked aimlessly - she hadn't thought about flying at all, because her wings were white, with no flower dots, not to mention the seven colors on the Rainbow Bridge. Tears welled up in the little butterfly's eyes at the thought.
"Whew--" A breeze blew by, bringing with it a few giggles, which seemed to come from the grass in front of her. Curiosity arose in the little butterfly, and she wiped away her tears and walked slowly towards the grass in front of her.
Over there, the grass was full of colorful flowers, and there was a group of butterflies around the flowers. They danced in the air with the same giggle, the same moment together, and then scattered; a moment of high-speed rotation, a moment of light fluttering.
However, the little butterflies wondered why they were so happy when their wings were also white, and there were no flower dots, and there were no seven colors on the Rainbow Bridge. At this time, the group of butterflies had already seen the little butterfly, so they stopped, gathered around the little butterfly, and greeted the little butterfly, "Hello, little sister." The little butterfly whispered, "Hello.
May I ask if this is heaven?" "No, it is not, this is a hundred gardens." "Sisters, I ...... I want to ask you a question, can I?" "Sure."
"Why are you all so happy?" "Because ......" thought the butterfly sisters, "Oh, because we have white wings like you. See how pure they are."
Immediately, the butterfly sisters flapped their dazzling white wings and continued, "At the same time, we help pollinate flowers so that they will produce colorful flowers generation after generation. In this way, we can add color to the earth and bring joy to people."
As the little butterflies listened, they seemed to understand something in their hearts, a fresh and fuzzy feeling more than anything else. The butterfly sisters had flown back to the flowers, and they called out to the little butterfly, "Little sister, dance with us in this beautiful season."
The little butterfly nodded, took a deep breath, and with a smile, for the first time unfolded her pure wings, which were flooded with a blinding white light, and flew toward a new hope, a new goal .......
2. Description of the butterfly essaySi Yu
Look at that ethereal dance, look at that graceful figure, look at those beautiful wings. Isn't that the dancer butterfly in the air! I used to especially hate this insect, for some reason now I started to pay special attention to it and want to know everything about it. Look! The two butterflies in front were chasing each other. The white wings are adorned with several beautiful black patterns. When the breeze blew, a pair of tentacles swung with the wind. But how many people know that its beauty is not inherently endowed. Rather, it was born again and again, and exchanged for pain again and again. Looking at these two small things in front of me. The heart also gave birth to an indescribable love.
I have caught two before to do observation. They first pretended to be dead, see does not work, slowly get up, see a similar. They used their antennae and wings to gently touch the other butterfly. The other one followed suit and stood up. The two little things began to run blindly in my cage constantly looking for an exit. One of them was injured while I was catching butterflies, and it limped and didn't stay in the cage because of its physical condition. It was like an old man in his sixties. But everyone knows that they do this is in vain. In the end I let them go. I knew that they belonged to nature. Soon they regained their spirit and flew off together into the distance. Flying very lightly and high. It was as if they were afraid I was going to catch them in the area again. I could tell they were obviously much happier than when they were in my house. Look at the beautiful butterflies in the air walking, dancing, chasing. All of a sudden, a kind of joy came to my heart. Only to them silent blessing. I hope they will always be beautiful, I hope they will always be happy, I hope they will come to the flowers and plants every summer to dance for people. I hope they will always be happy.
3. Describe the butterfly essay, to write a sheet and a halfButterfly
I remember one day at noon, my yard flew a flower butterfly, fluttering over the flower pot 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 lines, this is its tentacles, the tentacles of the top is thicker, and a little curved. The butterfly's mouth is long and coiled into a circle. I remember a book said: butterflies only when sucking nectar, its mouth straight.
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 specks scattered across the black and dark wings, as if they were countless little stars on the night sky, and the beautiful wings are as thin as gossamer.
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. Seems to me to show off the moving dance, but also seems to deliberately tease me, gas me ......
4. how to write a butterfly essayThe yellow leaf child is a yellow leaf.
One day, she saw a leaf fall from the tree as if it was dancing. The yellow leafer wanted to be like that leaf, but she could not fall.
Finally, one day, the yellow leaf was about to fall from the tree. As she fell from the tree, she sang and danced her way down to the ground.
At this time, she saw a beautiful thing beside her, and opened her eyes to see it again, which turned out to be a beautiful butterfly. The yellow leaves asked the butterfly sister: "Why can't you fly?" The butterfly said, "I was injured while picking nectar."
The yellow leaf child comforted her and said, "Then you rest well, and when you are healed tomorrow, I will take you on a trip together." Saying that, they both fell asleep.
The next day, the sun came out, the butterfly sister's injury is also good. The breeze blew, and they flew together to the blue sky, looking at the beautiful scenery.
5. Request a few articles describing the butterflySpring is very thick, but in the north is still five winds and ten rain, spring cold, a warm heart of the spring breeze has just blown, and a refreshing cold rain.
I was walking on the grass, suddenly, in the fresh spring grass to see a snow-white butterfly. Butterfly to the rain on the ground, wet wings slightly rustling fluttering, not open. It was dying, about to pass away. But it was as white as a small snowflake, soft and delicate, touching, how poor ah!
Where did she come from? Where does she come from? I looked at it in fascination. Suddenly, like a drop of holy water fell in the depths of the soul, my heart to a white flash of soft and strong light illuminated.
I bent down and carefully pinched the white butterfly and put it in my hand.
The cold little creature wilted, its thin legs moved a little, and it fell over into my hand.
I used the mouth of the breath, to give it a trace of warmth, the butterfly gradually woke up. It is to just that *** wind and rain scared confused, right? However, it is really too slender. You see, the white fluffy like transparent tulle wings, two black whiskers stretched forward, two points of black paint like eyes, almost as thin as silk feet. But what does this slender little creature seek in its flight out? In this cloudy weather it shows what extraordinary courage the seeker has.
It came to life, and I felt infinite joy.
By this time the wind had passed, and so had the rain. The sun shone brightly all over the earth, and everything was so crystalline and bright, the leaves of the trees turned from soft green to deep green, and the grass was full of little yellow flowers like grains of rice. I laid my butterfly on a young leaf full of sunshine, and I wandered away into the meadow. But there was a cry in my soul-at first it was like a very, very distant ...... thing, and I thought there was wind and rain in the sky again, and then I realized it was right there in the depths of my heart: why hast thou forsaken a living soul? ...... So I turned around and walked back again, and again walked to the big tree of the old brahma. Who knew that the white butterfly was slowly, slowly wriggling on the leaves! I did not startle it, but only watched. The sunlight, glowing a pale red color, throbbed and burned on the leaves, and brought fire, heat, light, and life; the rain dried it up, the wind and sand swept it away, and the leaves were as transparent and bright as a sheet of green glass.
My beautiful white butterfly! The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea to get a new one, but it was not a good idea! It tried a few times, and finally jumped up, spread its wings and flew, lively and clever in the dance around me for a long time, and then to the clear as a wash in the air, like a small snowflake, more and more far away, disappeared.
At this time, a river of spring water in my heart gently rippled a little. In the white butterfly in distress I pity it, but when it is really free to fly away when I feel so lost, disappointed, "Alas! People huh people ......" I stood silently for a while, turned to the green meadow.
Liu Baiyu ------- "White Butterfly Love"
6. Description of the butterfly essay three hundred wordsMy campus is full of joy, here so that many elementary school students grow up happily, sprinkled with happy saplings; my campus is full of wisdom, here so that many elementary school students to feel the source of wisdom, sprinkled with wisdom roots; my campus is full of warmth, here so that many elementary school students grow up under the warm embrace, here so that many elementary school students grow up under the warm embrace, here so that many elementary school students grow up under the warm embrace, here so that many elementary school students feel the source of wisdom, sprinkled with wisdom roots.
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The northeast corner of my school is a garden. The flowers in the flower beds are colorful, colorful, like a beautiful girl, really compete with the fragrance fight ah! With the nose, you can smell the flowers that refreshing fragrance, people God
refreshing. Next to a group of "flower fairies" fanning the crystal clear dress. There is a long pavilion on the left, the pavilion is full of cobblestones, walking on it, suddenly a hundred times more energetic. Pick up a fallen leaf, you will see it contains the mystery of life
Pick up a pebble, gently knocking, heard it that the earth-shattering roar, deafening.
In the north of my school there is a bridge, it is called Yucheng Bridge. There are many exquisite carvings on the Yucheng Bridge
work, there are: eagles flying on the wings, there are colorful peacocks and so on. There are also many ancient poems on the bridge. When you read the poems and look at the paintings, it's like you forget the world and yourself. Under the bridge there is a small clear pool, the pool on the pavilion
Pavilion standing lotus, but also not *** of the lotus, like a young girl is not yet grown up, I was in it, it seems to see it after the wonderful life.
In the northernmost part of the school is the back playground.
Our school playground is made of plastic, colorful. From a distance, it looks like a rainbow, gorgeous. In front of the playground, is a wide podium, in this podium, filled with memories of my first recitation. The left side of the podium, is the ascending
Flag platform, the red flag fluttering in the wind, in this red flag is filled with how many heroes of the revolution for China's blood? How many Chinese people feel proud and proud? I seem to see, on the playground, students in a neat row
good, with red scarf and school badge to the national flag salute, looking at the five-star red flag rising scene. In the playground on the left and right is a row of trees, they are straight straight, like the protection of the campus sentinels are not afraid of the wind and rain,
day and night, proudly standing around, ready at any time.
Our school has four buildings, respectively: Yucheng building, truth-seeking building, knowledge-seeking building and the building.
I love this warm, gentle and cozy campus!
7. Essay on ButterfliesButterflies are beautiful insects in nature, it is a beautiful posture, light body, y loved, it flutters in the flowers, streams and springs, was described as "flying flowers", "nature's dancing girl". It has been described as a "flying flower" and "nature's dancing girl". It is its own blue color, embellished with a picturesque nature.
In order to make us understand more about the beautiful butterflies, the Youth Palace specially exhibited more than 3,000, more than 700 varieties of treasured butterfly specimens and wall charts for us. What "three-tailed phoebe", "blue ribbon nymphalid", "big purple nymphalid", "prince spot butterfly" and so on, world-class famous butterflies are all available. There were all kinds of world-class famous butterflies in different colors, and each one of them was very beautiful. There are a few that I particularly like.
The world's most beautiful butterfly - the Goddess of Light butterfly first attracted me, listening to the narrator uncle said, this is from the other side of the ocean in South America, Brazil, Amazon River Basin in the tropical primeval forest of the world's famous butterflies, is recognized as the world's most beautiful butterfly. It is recognized as the world's most beautiful butterfly. Its diamond-like wings flashing dazzling lime green and sky blue light, wonderful, when your eyes suddenly flashed these phantom colors, really make you feel as if you have arrived in a fairy tale world.
That China's national butterfly - gold-spotted beak phoenix butterfly is also very beautiful, it is covered with emerald green gold dust, the hind wings have a pair of large golden spots. As the saying goes, "Rare is precious". This butterfly is not only beautiful, but also very rare, since it is rare, it is naturally very precious. Listen to the narrator uncle said, this butterfly is only produced in China's southern 1000 meters above the subtropical primitive dense forest, is China's unique world-class rare butterflies. The world's specimens are less than ten it, by the International Committee for the Protection of Endangered Species of Animals listed as K-level protection object, is China's only butterfly included in the first level of key protected animals. A good gold-spotted beak butterfly can be worth more than 100,000 U.S. dollars!
Beautiful butterflies, your beautiful posture, light body, colorful blue dress, y attracted me, let's take action! Protect these cherished beautiful butterflies, let them become one of the brightest scenery in nature.
8. Write a composition of three hundred words to experiment with butterfliesToday, I made a small production, can be fun!
I first prepared the materials, there are glass plates, sprinkles, insect nets, glass boxes and so on. I took the net everywhere to catch a butterfly. I first use two fingers, pinch the wings of the butterfly, and then use alcohol drops on its mouth, because the pinch is too heavy, the wings pinched broken, no way, had to do a second small production. I caught two butterflies this time, I first drop alcohol on the mouth of the first butterfly, wait for it to pass out, and then dry, but after drying I found that the butterfly's wings are collected and clamped together, like a shriveled petal, I really feel discouraged, like a deflated ball. At this time, I thought to myself: "Didn't my teacher say that making specimens can stimulate one's interest and exercise one's will? Why did Thomas Edison become a world-famous inventor? This is inseparable from his love of science since childhood, insist on doing experiments ...... So I pulled myself together, carefully pondered the teacher's production methods, analyze the reasons for failure. Started the third small production. This time, I learned from the lessons of the first two times, drop alcohol on another butterfly, and then use a glass plate to clamp the body, fix the wings, dry, and finally I put the butterfly into the glass box, it is made.
Ah! I learned that failure is the mother of success, and this is the best one I did in my little production.
9. Can you write me an article about butterflies"The powerless rose is low with rain, and the sentimental butterfly flies while the flowers are flying."
This wonderful poem brought me into a world full of butterflies. I seem to see butterflies chasing each other in the flowers, dancing, and its colorful wings and beautiful dance do not let us 16 or 17-year-old girls heart.
So the butterfly held my thoughts, weaving a butterfly full of sky story in the flowers.
Today is another rainy day, the good thing is that the rainstorms come and go quickly. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
So many people came to the playground to walk. Xuanzi is no exception, she strolled alone on the runway to feel the kind of clear and refreshing after the rain ...... Xuanzi is a sentimental girl, very amiable, and get along with anyone.
She loves small animals, especially butterflies. She felt that butterflies were spiritual, especially when they fluttered among the flowers.
So whenever she saw the butterflies singing and dancing she would be excited for a while, and then she would tell you with gusto: "Butterflies, I saw butterflies again, look they are mesmerized by the flowers!" without realizing that they are also being intoxicated by the butterflies. Kayako stops moving, a hint of excitement on her face, her eyes staring straight at a butterfly resting on a rosebush.
The butterfly was beautiful, with black wings, colorful, and slightly reddish tentacles. It lay gently on the flower as if whispering to it.
Suddenly a big hand reached out and grabbed the butterfly. A tall boy said to himself, "Great! I have another butterfly specimen."
Kayako was startled by the sudden movement and reacted immediately. Her eyes widened as she stared at the boy, who was puzzled by this expression on her face.
So he also looked at Kayako with a puzzled look. The two of them stared at each other for a while before Kayako finally couldn't help but yell at the boy, "You're so cruel!" After saying this, she covered her red face and ran back to the classroom.
This was the first time she had ever yelled at someone. The boy seemed to be stunned by him as well, and was still standing there dumbfounded.
The next day, as soon as the bell rang the group was ready to rush to the cafeteria, and Kayako was already at the door. "
The next day, when the bell rang, everyone was ready to rush to the cafeteria, and Kayako had already reached the door.
He went to Kayako and said with his head bowed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for yesterday, can you give me a chance to redeem myself?" Kayako bowed her head and said nothing. Walking to the stairway, the boy begged her one more time.
Kayako had to nod reluctantly. Then they went to the hill behind the school, and the boy took out a white square box with a light blue bow on it from his school bag.
He handed the box to Kayako and said, "Open it and see." Kayako opened it and saw that the box was full of butterfly specimens that the boy had made before.
"I tore them all down, I think since I have snuffed out their lives, but I can't bring them back to life again, the only thing I can do is to bury them properly. You love butterflies so much, you must also be willing to bury them with me right?" The boy said with a look of sincerity and devotion Kayako was impressed by the boy's sincerity.
Gladly allowed. The boy dug a hole with his hands and Kayako put the box in and covered it with soil.
Kayako said, "Let's name the tomb for these butterfly specimens!" The boy replied, "Sure! You name it!" Xuanzi thought for a while and said, "In my opinion, let's call it 'The Tomb of the Dead Butterflies'." So the boy found a wooden board and wrote three strong words on it, and they both looked at each other and smiled.
(2) Boundless Silk Rain is as Fine as Sorrow From then on, they got to know each other. Xuanzi knows that his name is wind, knows that he loves to play basketball, and also knows what kind of books he loves to read.
If there is a basketball game, Xuan Zi will not forget to go to see the wind superb ball skills, Xuan Zi have something to find him to help.
However, no one said, everything is in the unspoken. Another half a month will be the midterm, they both agreed to this ten days do not meet, Xuanzi in the effort to memorize the English vocabulary, unintentionally looked up once, saw the wind for her to borrow the book "Jane Eyre" heart thought: he is doing it? He is also reviewing? I'm so sorry! Damn it, how can I think at this time? So again on the paper wrote one ABC ...... The midterm is over.
Kayako and the wind met at the Butterfly Tomb, where they hadn't spoken a word for more than ten days, and the wind told Kayako everything he felt about her. Xuanzi still stand in place without saying a word, hands straight rubbing the lapel, the face of the two red clouds, and promised the wind on Saturday to give him an answer.
Friday came, somehow the sky drifted up a fine rain, although the weather is cloudy, but Xuan Zi's mood is not bad, because tomorrow she will be able to walk side by side with the wind. In accordance with the consistent routine every time after the midterm examination to convene a student assembly in order to summarize the situation of the examination.
Only to see the grade director stood up and said: "The following to remind some students, at the end of the period may be relegated to the slow class (a system in this school, the fast class after two transferred to the slow class, the slow class of the first two on the fast class) ...... Yuan Hao Wei ** wind ... ...Hearing this familiar name Xuan Zi's body trembled, and the report card in her hand slid down to the ground." Ah? How come? How could it be? He used to be in the top ten how did he slip so fast ...... Kayako kept asking himself.
It was not easy to get to the end of the meeting, Xuanzi busy rushed out of the classroom to find the wind. The rain in the sky is still drifting, and it is getting denser and denser.
Kayako saw that the wind was still playing blue ball in the mist of the rain, and felt a sense of loss in her heart. She stood quietly in the rain and looked at the wind in the distance, reminding her of "young people do not know the taste of sadness".
The wind in the rain and fog is both blurred and clear, and she doesn't know whether to walk bravely through it or leave it in peace. However, deep inside her heart there is a burst of self-reproach, she hated herself, hated her own appearance to make the wind distracted, unable to concentrate on learning.
She would like to change things, she really just wants the wind to start studying again. But she can't lie to her own feelings, she obviously likes him, and now she's harming him.
How she would love to get together with Wind and talk about life. Explore basketball, explore her and him.
Hidden pain in the heart so that Xuan Zi do not dare to think again, the more you think of the more pain, turn around and rushed into the sub rain and fog like a wounded butterfly, can not find the way home ...... (C) geese word back when the moon is full of the West Tower Saturday arrived, the rain is still falling, Xuan Zi early to come to the "withered butterfly Mausoleum The "Butterfly Mausoleum". After two days of rain wash compliance soil less a lot, Xuanzi then squat down to the soil to re-heap.