That year, I was in the third grade of junior high school, and I was originally in Luoyang No. 6 Middle School in Luoyang City, but I was obsessed with Internet cafes, surfing the Internet every day, and my mind was addicted to it, and my physical strength was overdrawn.

I knew that there was no way to escape, so I took a decisive step to get rid of my Internet addiction and fled back to my hometown to go to school at Soho No. 2 Middle School, because I knew that there was no Internet café there.

Winter passes, spring comes, it is very warm and sunny, this is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, a rural area, with charming scenery and full of rape flowers.

At that time, I sat in the first row of the class, the first seat, next to the window, and I liked to see the rape flowers flying outside the window full of butterflies and moths everywhere.

I can see that there is competition in nature, and there are many butterflies that have been bitten to death because they are competing with their peers for pollen......

It was another morning, the class was in class, but more students were playing, and few people were serious about their homework.

I looked carefully at the butterflies flying in the rape field outside, I fell in love with a relatively light and beautiful butterfly, I watched her and her companions compete for pollen, and I felt sorry for her......

In the last moments of her life, she gave up the rape fields and pollen, and she flapped her wings and flew towards me......

At this time, my tablemate, my cousin, Mao Yalei, also watched this scene seriously, and some people in the class muttered: "Why does Mao Binglei look so serious?" ”

At this time, the whole class looked at me and watched this scene seriously, even the Chinese teacher looked at this scene seriously.

It's the butterfly I like, and she's always trying to fly towards me......

Eventually, she gave up her favorite pollen and flew to my chest, and then, when she ran out of strength, she died, falling on my closed thigh.

Little Japanese Mao Yalei said with a joke: "You are the destination of her death!" ”

At this moment, I couldn't help but shed tears, and the tears fell on the body of the dead butterfly, and at this moment, I confessed to it.

Little Japanese Mao Yalei said unhappily: "I just said a word, you are serious." ”

I looked at this dead butterfly, and I knew that he died because he was competing for a flower, and I knew that she was dying because of competing for a tenderness.

I'm sad, I'm in tears, and I hate ......

I put the dead butterfly in my stationery box, and I said to her with tears in my eyes, "Don't you like flowers?" I'll give you flowers,? I'll give you gentle ......"

I choked up and ordered the class, "Act now." ”

At this time, all the boys and girls in the class rushed downstairs with me, and rushed into the rape flower field, and our whole class beat all these butterflies to death with the rhizomes of the rape flowers, and the waves of the moths were killed......

I picked the best, most beautiful, and most fragrant bouquet of rape flowers and brought them back to our classroom, and then all the boys and girls in the class returned to the classroom with me.

My body is full of the floral fragrance of rape flowers, am I beautiful? Am I pretty? Will you like me as much as you like rape flowers?

I took the most beautiful, prettiest and most delicious canola flower in my hand, brought it back to the stationery box in front of my seat, and put it with her.

I looked at this beautiful but dead butterfly and asked her, "Don't you like flowers?" I'll give you flowers,? I'll give you gentle ......"