Hanging next to the desk was a string of wind chimes, bright red, decorated with bright silver edges. When the wind blows gently, the wind chimes chimes ring, and the crisp and melodious sound seems to be the wind singing.

A specimen of a butterfly is tied to a transparent glass filament, which is embellished under the wind chimes. The yellowish-brown wings are lined with white stripes, and the torso is replaced by a small black scrap of paper cut out. Although the two thin wings of the same color are still intact, I often regret that it lacks spirituality due to its lack of body, beauty but soullessness, and the lack of innate elegance and nobility.

Since ancient times, the legend of Liang Zhuhua butterfly has been handed down. According to legend, Liang Shanbo met Zhu Yingtai, who was dressed as a man, and the two hit it off at first sight, and their relationship deepened. When he went to Zhu's house to propose marriage, he was rejected, and Liang Shanbo was filled with grief and anger, and he died of illness. Zhu Yingtai was grief-stricken when he heard this, and on the way to marry the Ma family, he went to the tomb of Liang Shanbo to worship and cried loudly. The wind, rain, thunder and lightning were great, the tomb was cracked, and Zhu Yingtai jumped into the tomb. The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and a pair of butterflies flew out of the grave in pairs. The poignant and touching love tragedy has become a swan song for the ages.

I used to raise silkworms, and I have seen white and chubby silkworms spinning silk cocoons. The silkworm moth that broke out of the cocoon gave birth to a pair of small white wings on its body, and its fat belly was almost the same size as a piece of wings, round, ugly, unaesthetic, and even hateful. In the last few days of the silkworm moth's life, it did not even fly out of the box. The fat body became a burden to it, and its wings could not support a long flight. Butterflies, on the other hand, fight hard, break out of the trap, turn into butterflies, raise their wings and fly high, their wide and light wings give it freedom and the ambition to rush to the sky. Lingering among the flowers and plants, its light and agile figure dances and is beautiful.

The life of a butterfly and a moth is as short, but the moth can only put out the fire with all his might, let the flames consume his ugly body, and die in pain, in vain with his courage and wisdom. Butterflies are more self-aware and wise than moths. With the posture of a wise man and a dancer, he laughs at life and death in dance, interpreting beauty and gaining a new lease of life.

I appreciate the "Tiger Phoenix Butterfly" action organized by the "Jinling Evening News". The wind is roaring, the water is howling, the sky is covered with sand and dust, and nature has issued a warning to mankind. "Pick up every piece of garbage and let the Purple Mountain breathe freely", the environmentalists put forward the slogan, shouting to the people, calling on people to compensate for the damage that has been damaged. How many beautiful "tigers and phoenixes" sweat on the Purple Mountain, exchanging labor for a beautiful environment. United, their determination is higher than the sky. They show with their actions: we also long for blue sky and clear water!

On my way home from school that day, I stumbled upon a butterfly on the side of the road. The white stripes on the ink-colored wings resemble a white jade belt, and the hind wings resemble the tail wings of a phoenix. After circling around me a few times, it lifted its wings and flew away. This is a jade-banded butterfly. I was a little surprised, the occasional butterfly on the side of the road doesn't mean that the urban environment has improved? This is the effort of all Nanjing people.

The white pink butterfly is probably the most common butterfly. In the lawn of the community, one or two white pink butterflies are common, spreading their wings lightly, flying silently, stopping on this flower, sniffing on that flower. The yellow flowers are swaying, and the white shadows are set off.

Butterflies love flowers, flowers make butterflies, if there are no flowers, what should butterflies love?