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, and every time, it dreams.

Today, it has almost the same dream as the previous day, and it has become a person, walking with another person in the mountains and rivers, smiling freely.

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

It saw 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, the surrounding scene suddenly swayed and turned into a bubble, one by one disillusioned, 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 a sweet dream.

It has lived here since the stone has memories, and this is its paradise.

This sea of flowers is its hometown, butterflies like it, there are many in this sea of flowers, every day, the stone is dancing 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 also 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 since then, and it also silently accepted.

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, it is lonely in the sea of flowers, 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, and whenever the stone feels a little tired after shuttling through the sea of flowers, its eyes will be cast on the woods.

The wind gently caressed the trees, and all the leaves swayed 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 sunlight, even the most beautiful of the butterflies, compared to the stone, it was a few points inferior.

It rested for a while, and then flew up according to instinct, but the first flight, it did not control the direction, flying around in the sea of flowers, but unconsciously flew towards the woods, and soon, disappeared from the sight of the butterflies, so that all the butterflies were respectful of the stone, in their eyes, the extreme beauty of the stone, the strange behavior of the stone, all kinds of proof that the stone is an anomaly.

The first flight, no experience, only an instinct, for a long time, the stone finally felt tired, fortunately, it saw a leaf, just to fall and rest, it retracted its wings, gently landed on it, it rested for a while, recovered some physical strength, the air of this forest seems to exude a wisp of ethereal feeling, and the fragrance of the sea of flowers is completely different, although, its instinct, let it feel comfortable from 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.

There was a slight smile in the dark eyes of the stone, and it spread its wings again and flew towards the sea of flowers, which was its heaven and earth, but the stone was flying, but after inadvertently looking back at the leaves, he retracted his gaze and disappeared into the sea of flowers.

The world of stone is colorful, it is flying back and forth between flowers all day long, from the depths of the mind instinctive memory, 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 most confused time of the stone day, the ashlar stone it has also quietly stayed, but on it it can not find the feeling of home.

From beginning to end, the ashlar could only give it a cold, silent feeling, making it unwilling to stay.

It fluttered again in the dusk, and it remembered the green leaves, and whenever it was lost and confused, it would always fly to the woods, and stay on the leaves, and it could not remember how many times it had been.

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 ceased to be obsessed with the sea of flowers, and whenever it sucked enough, Shi always unconsciously flew away from the sea of flowers, staying by Qing's side, using a voice that only Shi himself could hear, narrating something to Qing, Shi had an intuition, all it said Qing could hear, but Qing was always silent.

Shi was not discouraged, it always believed that one day green 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 flying and churning in the sea of flowers, with the arrival of early summer, the flowers bloom in the sea of flowers more, and extremely bright, Shi is not disliked, those bright and beautiful flowers, although it has a sense of intoxication, but Shi always feels that it and these flowers in the fate of a forgetting.

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, it believes that maybe this is fate, even if it dies for this fate, it will not regret it.

The splendor of the summer flowers makes the butterfly flock fly like a feast, gorgeous to the extreme, if someone stands here must be fascinated by it, the red dust is drunk, but the stone is the only one missing in this feast, the summer sun is blazing, so that the stone feels a little uncomfortable, 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 is gray, this gray is not black and white, but an indescribable gray, this gray should be in the heart of the sad person, maybe the gray heart, is the color of this long hair.