For butterflies, life goes through several stages, falling in love, getting married, having children, and breastfeeding children. Although each stage is not perfect, it is barely through the bumps.

To be honest, once a woman has experienced this, her whole life is slowly filled invisibly, and she really no longer craves any romantic love.

Anxious love is always reserved for those who are young and crazy, empty in life, innocent and fearless, who don't know what harm is, and who are curious about everything. That group of people is called young people.

Because they are young, they have the capital to experience a love, they are fearless when their heads are broken and their blood flows, at most they are drunk, and they will still stumble and run to the cold fire to find the person who broke his heart.

Because of fearlessness, so persistent.

If you start to feel intimidated, you will naturally become less attached.

Therefore, you will rarely see persistent love between middle-aged people. Their clutches are all calm and cold.

Butterflies' hearts are filled with housework and kites every day. Although it was tiring, time flew by inadvertently. The so-called three meals a day and four seasons are probably the most mediocre and devastating mode of life.

Butterflies are going through this kind of life, and it will be years at a time. She felt that in the process of aging, although the pace was not fast, the process was somewhat irreversible, and what was even more terrifying was that her heart had clearly felt the subtle changes. If you start to not want to toss, don't want to lose, and even fear change, this is a sign that you are old.

Butterflies wake up every morning and feel the old breath surrounding their world like the morning mist. She was horrified by the image of "One Hundred Years of Solitude," where a girl kept weaving her shroud. Isn't the life she weaves now her own shroud, in which she slowly consumes what little youth she has left.

She was a little afraid to look in the mirror closely, afraid to see the clues that were still hidden,* naked in every part. It seems that the picture is distorted, a little bit distorted and stretched, and that face, inexplicably, begins to feel funny and ugly. I believe that the person who observed this face really couldn't laugh at all, and he just wanted to cry without tears.

Many women choose paralysis directly.

An uneventful life will not become a preservative of a woman's beauty. Sometimes it can even corrupt your life force.

On the day of the kite's fifth birthday, the butterfly decided that she could no longer live as a kite. In other words, there will be no only kite in her life, she will give him life, but not all the world and all the life of herself. Her world or herself will not change its previous trajectory because of the kite stop.

There are also ideals that I used to be passionate about, but stumbled for no reason.

That is, she gave him five years, and now, she decided not to give it, because, in Butterfly's opinion, the kite is already a man.

A five-year-old boy, who has grown up. In the past five years, the butterfly has taught him to eat by himself, go to the toilet by himself, take care of his own life, tidy up his toys, learn to admit his mistakes, know what kind of status he belongs to in this family, and know the responsibilities he should bear...... She never even spoke to him like she was talking to a child, but like she was talking to a man.

Zhuang Yousheng on the side always looked a little uneasy, and would say: Wuji, don't be too strict with him, he is just a child, how old do you think he is? He has to bear everything else.

Butterfly doesn't think so, for anything, Butterfly will respect Zhuang Yousheng's opinion, but in the matter of the upbringing of the kite, Butterfly is very arbitrary, she doesn't listen to anyone, whether it is Zhuang Yousheng or Gao Ruohan. Because, they can't understand the feeling in Butterfly's heart, the past five years have consumed her too much.

Faced with the matter of life's path, Butterfly decided to replan herself, and if she sinks, she will sink forever.

Butterfly likes to turn on her father's computer at the dining table by the window after breakfast and when the house is empty, and start her day's work. She boiled herself a jug of water, made a cup of coffee, and then sat down quietly, writing while the coffee was still piping hot.

After sorting out all her father's documents and carefully categorizing them, she quickly finished reading the novel written by her father, which was considered an autobiography, but unfortunately she didn't finish it, and even wrote the beginning point. Butterfly is determined to help her father continue to write.

In this world, if you say that you know your father best, except for your father himself, it may be her. In a way, she knew him better than her father. As an observer, she silently observed her father's life, as a father, a husband, a professor, a citizen, he tried to go through his life, imperfect, but there were no regrets. But many of life's stories are not a moment in the turbulent seas, but are integrated into the trivial and tedious daily life.

Only by living an ordinary and lengthy life can we see the essence of a person.

Butterfly began a writing career in the sense of her life. At the beginning of the period, she just wanted to write like this, but later a suggestion from Gao Ruohan reminded her: Since she has written it, it is better to publish it on the Internet.

Butterfly thought: Yes, I wrote it to show people, it is better to go to the Internet to post it, in any case, it can be regarded as a kind of restraint on myself, restraining myself to self-control every day, I can't do nothing, I am drowsy when I have nothing to do, and I always can't wake up.

At first, Butterfly arranged for herself to work and write in the morning every day, and do some housework or rest in the afternoon, after all, she had not worked in five years, and people were used to being lazy.

Often, when faced with a computer, if you enter into a state of exhaustion, it is easy to feel tired, yawn one after another, always want to go to bed to make up for sleep, or simply do nothing.

Fortunately, the butterfly is still a woman with strong self-control, and this discomfort is overcome little by little. Once I got used to it, I found that the morning passed quickly, and the typing room suddenly reached noon, and I ate some lunch, and went to the fish pond to watch the fish for a while during the break, and then arranged to come in the afternoon. It usually lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon, when she knew that the kite was coming back, so she had to stop everything she was doing and wait for their father and son to come home.

Then the part-time worker came and began to prepare dinner for the day. The time before dinner was the time when Zhi Kite and Zhuang Yousheng were painting in the studio, and Butterfly had been busy in the kitchen. Butterfly doesn't actually cook, but as Zhuang Yousheng's wife, she strives to do her role well.