A girl named Bingqing turned into a butterfly one morning. A big, beautiful butterfly. Then she slowly flew away against the sun. The story of the Ice Butterflies has made the sky of our city bright and restless for a long time. A journalist is amazed by this brightness and restlessness, and he begins an investigation into the cause and effect of the story.

Mother: Bingqing closed herself off when she had no hope of going to work at the Cultural Affairs Bureau. She came back from outside that day and slept with her head covered. After waking up, it is to rummage through the boxes and cabinets. She found the butterfly painting. It was given to her by one of her painter teachers, and it was a roll of butterflies of different shapes, sizes, and colors. Bingqing pasted butterflies all over the room, and even the glass of the window and the perspective hole at the door grew butterflies with realistic expressions and fluttering feathers. Then she walked up to me with a serious face and said, "Mom, I don't want to work anymore, I'll start writing, don't see anyone!" Before I could react, the kid slammed the door.

I admit that Bingqing is a child with character. After graduating from secondary school, I had a relationship with her father and helped her get into the bank. Who knew that she resigned after less than a year. She said she wasn't fit to work in a bank, and she was disgusted when she got money in her hand. Every time she went home, she rubbed her hands with soap and rubbed them red. It was then that her cleanliness habit was raised. She often muttered that the world was dirty, and it was all dirty with money. The only way to make the world clean is to clean it with books. That's why she likes to read, write, and join the Cultural Affairs Bureau. So her father and I started running the Cultural Affairs Bureau for her again. I ran for a year, but I didn't make it. The gold ring and gold watch were all bought for Director Yan. But in the end, Director Yan was transferred out of the city. Bingqing had to stay at home. If Bingqing had gone to work, he wouldn't have been a butterfly at home. Alas-

Brother: My sister is insane! I want to write a book, I want to be a writer, fart! Who still reads now? Who still does what the book teaches? The big book of society is enough for a person to read and ponder for a lifetime. No! I can't read it for a lifetime, and I can't figure it out for a lifetime. I've read my sister's published article, "I want to fly, fly like a butterfly"; "I am a beautiful white butterfly, and I want to sweep the sky with my clean wings." Boring! No content! Useless! Actually, my sister is also pitiful, weaving her butterfly dreams in her butterfly-covered room all day long. I went to tell her to eat and was not allowed to enter her house. Whenever I see her thin body wrapped in a white dress, I feel distressed. I said sister, come with me to open a seafood restaurant, there is money to make and life, you have to become a butterfly if you are at home like this! At this time, my sister always pouts her beautiful little mouth and stares at me with big eyes, you beware of turning into a crab in your seafood shop! Look, my sister is so high. Actually, what do you have to be high? If you don't work well in the bank, you are unemployed at home, and even the money you spend to run the Cultural Affairs Bureau is all taken by me for you. Do you pay off high? No matter how high you are, you won't eat the fireworks of the world! Doesn't that really make me right? She turned into a butterfly. She was meant to be a butterfly. If you want me to say that's a good thing, it's better to be a butterfly than a zombie in a room!

Father: I saw the whole process of the ice Qinghua butterfly flying away through the window. That morning, I practiced in the courtyard as usual. As I closed my eyes to recuperate, I heard the sound of clumps of glass shattering in Bingqing's room, a sound that sharply scratched the silence of the morning. Then the window burst open. A huge white butterfly crouched on the windowsill. Strictly speaking, it's a human head and a butterfly body. I stepped forward in amazement. The butterfly spoke, her voice was small and hoarse and muffled, Dad, I have finally become a butterfly, I am going to fly like a butterfly! Ah——,h——。h

I saw clearly that it was Bingqing, my daughter Bingqing, a human butterfly. My heart was filled with fear and sadness. As a father, I have great hopes for Bingqing. However, this child's willfulness and untimely situation disappointed me. Since she resigned from the bank, I have rarely asked her about it. Our factory is about to close down, and I, the workshop director, are not easy to be, I have my own mess. She is going to work at the Cultural Affairs Bureau, and I am against it. But I left it to her. But personnel arrangements are not so easy. That Director Yan is a slippery head, he not only accepts gifts, but also does not give things, and always makes you hopeful. It's not a thing! Bingqing went to the Cultural Bureau one after another, and every time he came back, he excitedly told me that it was almost time to go to work, and he was going to the creation studio to create. But every time I came back, I had to wait for a long time. The money spent a lot of thousands, and things never came to a conclusion, and this long wait made Bingqing a little manic. I know Bingqing's bitterness. I also knew that there was something more secret in Bingqing's heart tormenting her. That's why she lived in the dust, and even her boyfriend broke up.

Just when I was stunned, the white butterfly that Bing Qing had turned into began to fly. Her huge wings dragged her tired and heavy body up and down, slow and laborious, but persistent and tenacious. The wings vibrated and fluttered, scattering the scales and powder all over our courtyard. She flew higher and higher, and flew farther and farther away. She flew to the top of a tall building, flipped through the city she had lived in for twenty-five years with a gentle gaze, and then flew away decisively. It was then that the sun was just beginning to shine on our city. The butterfly broke out of my sight through the golden sunlight. That morning was made alive and well by the flight of a giant butterfly!

Boyfriend: Am I Bingqing's boyfriend? I guess so. We've been in love. But we're pure. She said that I want to leave a whole me for myself, and I also hope that the people who love me will leave a blank waiting for me. But her final integrity was ruined by the shit of the Cultural Affairs Bureau, surnamed Yan. Therefore, Bingqing completely closed himself. I went to see her that day. Very poisonous sunlight. She didn't let me in, she opened a window covered with butterflies and handed me an umbrella. We talked through the window. I felt like I was talking to a butterfly through the window. This butterfly told me about her last secret. I'm on my own initiative, I'm going crazy at home! She said. I wouldn't have thought he'd be transferred anytime soon, she added.

Let me imagine the process of ice clearing butterflies. At dawn that day, Bingqing finally finished writing "Flying or Bingqing Butterfly". She placed the thick stack of manuscripts on her desk. Then he opened the door that had been closed for a long time, brought a basin of water, removed his dress, and began to wash his body. Under the fluorescent lamp, the flawless carcass of Bingqing glows like jade, reflecting the butterflies in the house transparently and lifelikely. Bingqing shouted at the butterflies, can you turn me into a butterfly? As soon as the words fell, Bingqing's body changed. Gradually, all the characteristics of a butterfly were born on her body. A few minutes later, Bingqing completed the transformation from a human to a butterfly.

Now the Ice Thanh Butterflies have flown away, leaving me and our city. I'm really worried about her: If you are not free to be a man, will you be free if you are a butterfly, Bingqing?