The body of the chrysalis is usually motionless, unless you have to scratch it, but its interior is undergoing earth-shaking changes, seemingly inconspicuous Zerg, each of which has a dream of flying, which is enough to make us behemoths embarrassed, compared with these small insects, we have become rat-eyed, full-fed and unambitious.

Becoming a chrysalis indicates that the Zerg's dream of flying will gradually become a reality, and after a short or long cycle, the ugly chrysalis shell will burst and a beautiful butterfly will come out of its shell, either delicate or slightly ugly. If their appearance is not very important, then their living space has undergone a heavy change, which is enough to convince us. Originally, a leaf could not see Mount Tai, but now leisurely look at the layers of forests dyed, and the mountains are red all over; the original dozens of legs go into battle together, and they can't climb a tree in a day, but now they are just a moment, flying over thousands of purples and thousands of reds. Dance to figure out the shadow, like a fairy, envy the dragon in the world.

I didn't eat my chrysalis after it won the championship. Because it brings me far more pleasure than the pleasure of eating it, although it has always ended well with many heroes. Rabbits and dead dogs are cooked, and birds are hidden. We can share sorrows, but we can't share joys. It's always been like this, and it's no wonder. But my chrysalis is an exception, I see it as my friend, my warrior, my dream. Since he helped me achieve my dream of becoming a champion, I will definitely make it happen. Although it can't speak, it only wags its spiral tail. But I know that in its ugly shell lies a great heart, a heart that can hold the entire forest.

If I were to change it back to the state of scratching, it would obviously be impossible. It's not impossible. The main thing is that time does not allow it, and at the same time I don't want to consume its body anymore, that day's competition has already exhausted it, and if I let it swing again, I am afraid that it will be exhausted and will not have the energy to realize its dream of flying.

So, I gave it to my gourd bee friends, and asked them to help me massage my hero's body, so that he could lie comfortably in the gourd, waiting for his most glorious moment.

Two days later. A beautiful butterfly bursts out of its shell. The two pairs of beautiful wings display magical and wonderful patterns. I can't understand how an ugly bug can achieve such a big dream with such a huge energy through his own unremitting efforts. Make your own worm so beautiful. I couldn't help but be amazed.

Say I don't understand. It is because its dream is too big and too high, if it does not sound, it is amazing, and if it does not fly, it is enough. Fly and soar into the sky. I don't understand it, because it has crossed too much, from an ugly and difficult insect to a gorgeous butterfly. I don't understand it, because its status has risen too fast, originally trampling on a bug, like stepping on an ant, but now it is high up and has to look up to see it.

But I can understand, have you ever seen it persistently climb a tree? Have you ever seen it drill into the bark of a tree or the spirit of a fruit? Have you ever seen a worm in a hard walnut?

Knowing this qiē, you will understand that if you want to become a butterfly, you must not have a dream, it needs to struggle, struggle, and struggle.

If you take a thousand of the most beautiful butterflies in the world and extract their merits, compared with my butterfly, it is less than one thousandth, if you choose the most beautiful one of every kind of animal in the world, and then gather here to admire my butterfly, I think that more than half of them will not be able to go back, they will die of shame, and the remaining half will suffer from depression, although they are still alive and dead.

If you say that I am exaggerating, I admit this, this is because my ability to express is limited, I have not been able to show all the advantages of my Fendie, extremely deprecating it, in fact, its beauty is far more than what I said, it is at least a thousand times more powerful than I said, as for how much, I don't know, there is no cap.

If you don't believe it, then well, you can come and see for yourself, in order to keep the evidence, I painted my Fen Butterfly, painted it on the ground with a wooden stick, the painting is very beautiful, Sister Rouge said, the Fen Butterfly I painted is a thousand times more beautiful than my real Fen Butterfly, I know what she said is a bit exaggerated, 99 percent of this is mocking me, you think, if my painting is really a thousand times stronger than my Fen Butterfly, then at least it means that at most one thousandth of my painting is similar to my Fen Butterfly, so what is it called? That's really out of touch.

If you want to see what my butterfly is like, I can't do that, because I haven't heard of a butterfly that can live for many years, and it has long since disappeared, so I really can't do anything about it. You want to say, why didn't you make it into a specimen, so that you can enjoy it at any time, but I can't do it, because Fendie is my hero, I can't do such a poisonous hand to it, not only in the past, but also in the future, I will never poison the animals that have contributed to me, this is my principle of being a dragon.

Among my friends, only Sister Rouge has seen my Fendie, and I don't want other friends to know because I want to keep it safe and not let them hurt it, and my only choice is to release it.

After the butterfly was born, I put it in another empty gourd, and put some honey in it, probably because it was just born, and the stomach was empty, so it licked the honey desperately. I could see that it was eating quite vigorously and seemed to have not eaten for many days. But it's true, it really hasn't eaten for a long time, plus it's been a whole day of non-stop exercise, so the strength has long been exhausted. So I understand very well the way it eats now, although it is very beautiful, but the way it eats is really not elegant, which is very inconsistent with its beauty, which is its stain.

On the day of release, I asked Sister Rouge to take me to the gourd where I put the butterfly and walked a long way, walked to the area far away from the red-haired dinosaurs, and then solemnly released the butterfly from the gourd. Although I carved some holes in the gourd, but after all, it was very dark inside, so when the butterfly came out, it was swaying, maybe it was because I suddenly saw the sun a little dazzling, or I walked such a long way, and it was bumpy in the gourd for a long time, so I felt dizzy, but fortunately, I didn't see it vomit, so even if it was dizzy, it wasn't very powerful in the end.

I put it in the shade of a tree, and after a while, it became lively, tried to fly on the ground, at first it could only fly a few feet high, and when it flew to a height of three or four meters, it was about the time when it flew to the level of our heads, and the butterfly actually circled around our heads, especially the face of the rouge sister, and refused to fly away.

I said, "Let's go, Fendie, the blue sky is your dream, the flowers are your home, freedom is your nature, although we are reluctant to you, but, I ......"

I can't say any more, because my tears have long since come out, and I think if I say more, I'll be crying.

But Fendie has always been reluctant to fly away, sometimes flying in front of Sister Rouge, sometimes stopping on her body, we go, it follows us, we stop, it will stop.

I don't know if it's nostalgia for the relationship between us, or if it's tempted by the beauty of Sister Rouge, but in short, it doesn't want to go, and it can't get rid of it. (To be continued......)