The afternoon sun, with a hint of warmth, shines on the body of the stone, transforming into colorful colors.

Every day, it takes a nap in the warm sun.

Every time, it dreams.

Today, it had almost the same dream as the previous day.

It becomes one person, with another, between the mountains and rivers, strolling and smiling.

The person who walked with it, it could never see the person's face clearly, but it could feel that behind the person's laughter, there was a faint sadness.

It, seeing a blooming flower, smiled slightly, and was about to reach out to pick it, but there happened to be a breeze blowing, it only felt slightly cool, and the surrounding scene suddenly swayed and turned into a bubble, one by one.

Shi opened his eyes slightly, shook his wings, looked at the sea of flowers in front of him, and felt the breeze with a little coolness, it was this breeze that made it wake up from its sweet dream.

Since the stone has a memory, it has lived here, here, is its paradise, this sea of flowers is its hometown, butterflies like it, in this sea of flowers, there are many.

Every day, the stone dances in the sea of flowers, but there are very few butterflies willing to dance with it.

Each butterfly has its own name, two of which are called begonia and peony, and Shi's favorite flowers are begonia and peony, and these two butterflies are born under these two flowers.

The other butterflies are named after the flowers where they are located when they break out of their cocoons, and they are born with a love for flowers.

The stone is different from everyone, it still remembers that when it struggled to break out of the cocoon, the surprised eyes around it were different from other cocoons hanging upside down on the branches and leaves of flowers, but its cocoon was stuck to a stone.

So after it broke out of the cocoon, the first thing it saw was the stone, the stone that it loved and hated, and it was called "stone" by other butterflies from then on, and it silently accepted it.

It had flown over the square stone countless times, but it didn't have the courage to land on it again, so it chose to escape.

Fortunately, it still has a place to go, in the sea of flowers, it is lonely, although there are many things that instinctively drive it to fly into the sea of flowers, but it prefers the woods by the sea of flowers, there, there are things it likes.

Whenever the stone felt a little tired after shuttling through the sea of flowers, its eyes would be cast on the forest.

The wind gently caressed the woods, all the leaves, swaying slightly, but its eyes seemed to be able to see the green leaves through the heavy leaf curtain.

Soon after the stone broke out of the cocoon, its wings spread out bit by bit, and it looked unusually beautiful in the sun, even the most beautiful of the butterfly flock, compared to the stone, it was a few points inferior.

It rested for a moment, and then flew according to its instincts, but on its first flight, it did not control its direction properly, and flew around in the sea of flowers, and before you knew it, it flew towards the woods.

Soon, it disappeared from the sight of the butterflies, so that all the butterflies turned away from the stone, and in their eyes, the extreme beauty of the stone, the strange behavior of the stone, and all the things about the stone, proved it.

Stone is an outlier.

The first flight, no experience, only an instinct.

After a long time, the stone finally felt tired, but fortunately, it saw a leaf, just in time to fall and rest, it gathered its wings and landed lightly on it.

It rested for a while, regained some strength, and the air of this forest seemed to exude an ethereal feeling, completely different from the fragrant smell of the sea of flowers, although its instinct made it feel a visceral comfort to the smell of the flowers.

Shi lowered his head and glanced at the leaves under his feet, this leaf had just sprouted, and it was estimated that the time when it broke out of the cocoon was not long ago.

At this moment, the leaves are full of infinite vitality, vigorous, and seem to be stretching their bodies, just like a stone breaking out of a cocoon, the stone can't help but have a trace of unspeakable meaning to this newborn leaf, and this leaf, it seems to also feel the existence of the stone, in the breeze, the leaves are swaying slightly, and the arrival of the stone is a little happy.

Perhaps, in this season when spring comes to the earth, it is a breath that makes all things rejoice, and it is the traces of this vitality that the stone feels.

With a slight smile in its dark eyes, it spread its wings again and flew towards the sea of flowers, where it was its heaven and earth.

It's just that when Shi was flying, he inadvertently glanced back at the leaves, retracted his gaze, disappeared into the sea of flowers, and disappeared.

The world of the stone, colorful, it is flying back and forth between the flowers all day long, from the instinctive memory in the depths of the mind, so that the stone can easily find pollen and flower dew that can be sucked, gradually, the butterfly group no longer rejects the existence of the stone, but there are still very few people who are willing to be friends with the stone.

Whenever dusk falls, the butterflies gradually stop flying, but each returns to their favorite place on weekdays, resting quietly, waiting for the light to come again, at this time, it is the stone day, the most confused time, the ashlar, it has also quietly stayed, but on it, it can not find the feeling of home.

From beginning to end, the ashlar stone can only bring it a cold and silent feeling, making it unwilling to stay.

It fluttered again in the dusk, it remembered the green leaves, whenever it was lost and confused, it would always fly to the woods, stay on the leaves, it couldn't remember, this was the first time.

This leaf already has a name------ green!

Shi likes this green color, and it sees the taste of joy in this color.

Unconsciously, Shi gradually, no longer obsessed with the sea of flowers, every time it sucked enough, Shi always unconsciously, flew away from the sea of flowers, stayed by Qing's side, with a voice that only Shi himself could hear, to Qing narrated something, Shi had an intuition, all the words it said, Qing could hear, but, Qing always, is silent.

Shi was not discouraged, it always believed that one day, Qing could speak, it believed that its sincerity could move heaven and earth, and it would definitely produce such a miracle.

Its companions, at the moment, are in the sea of flowers, flying and churning, with the arrival of early summer, in the sea of flowers, more flowers in bloom, and extremely bright, Shi is not disliked.

Those bright and beautiful flowers, although it has a sense of intoxication, Shi always feels that it and these flowers, in fate, will eventually be forgotten.

Today's stone has developed an indescribable feeling for green.

If it is said that the butterfly's love for flowers is the instinct of butterflies, then the stone love is the leaf called green, and it believes that maybe this is its fate, even if it dies for this fate, it will not regret it.

The splendor of summer flowers, let the flying of the butterfly flock, like a feast, gorgeous, if someone stands here, it will be fascinated, red dust drunk.

It's just that in this feast, only Shi's figure is missing, and the blazing summer sun makes Shi feel a little uncomfortable, and it has adapted to the shade in the woods.

Finally, the heat that enveloped the earth gradually subsided after an autumn rain.

The weather is getting cooler day by day, the butterflies in the sea of flowers are no longer as jubilant as in summer, most of them are flying normally, they have lost the interest in flying, and the dwindling flowers make many butterflies busy for daily foraging.

The flowers in this sea of flowers, when the autumn mood gradually thickens, the speed of withering has become faster, and this sea of flowers has gradually revealed a dead air, if it is after a period of time, this dead air permeates the entire sea of flowers, which is the end of the butterfly's life.

After all, without flowers, butterflies can't continue to survive.

One day in late autumn, a cyan figure, from a distance, step by step into this sea of flowers, his face looks very young, but the depth of his eyes is revealing the vicissitudes of time.

His long hair, gray in color.

This gray is not black and white, but an indescribable gray.

This gray, where it should appear, is in the heart of a sad person, and perhaps the color of the gray heart is the color of this long hair.