Guardian of love

"Every butterfly is the embodiment of a flower." The beetle smiled and said to me, "One day, you will have a pair of colorful wings and dance in the sky." The sun quietly drips through every inch of my dark blue skin, and I hear the mountain wind passing through the treetops like a profound eulogy.

"Ah, you!" The shrill cry of the little beetle rang in my ear. I dragged my wet wings and opened my tired eyes-pale yellow pink wings unfortunately covered the ground. I changed from a caterpillar to a small moth, and I smiled. Sunshine is a bit extravagant. Although my good friend Little Beetle has been expecting me to be the most beautiful butterfly, dancing lightly among the flowers, I have no hate or regret. If I was destined to be just a little moth, I would have lost my fetus and changed my bones. Although I don't have gorgeous wings, I still have a moving moment to break out of my cocoon. I will still sing praises to this beautiful world with unnatural dances. Please bless me.

"The sky is at the end of every eagle", and my mother's eyes are full of expectation. One day, you will have a pair of powerful wings to spread your brilliance in the sky. The breeze gently blows my yellow hair, and I hear Yan whispering, telling some old stories.

"Ah, you!" My mother's heavy sigh struck my heart. Of course, I understand that I am just an ordinary chicken, and the sky is just a dream too far away. My mother adopted me as an orphan, hoping that I am the proudest one in the sky. Sorry, mom, I'm just a chicken, so blue sky is not my choice. In March in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass grows and the warblers fly, so I run there heartily, like a yellow cloud flying across the green sky. It is a paradise that carries my happiness. I will not frown at the eagle's expectations and crush a day of spring flowers and autumn moon. I will be as happy as an eagle on the ideal grassland. Mom, please bless me. I am a happy chicken.

"Every swan is an angel's smile," my father stared at me kindly. "One day, you will have a pair of white wings and write your noble beauty in the sky." The water drops dripped gently on my feathers, and I seemed to hear the rain hitting the banana, dripping with some eternal sadness.

"Ah, you!" Dad's disappointed eyes are as dim as a torch that has been doused. I was born with a disability, and I can never dream of traveling light. I didn't cry. I think some fly without wings, and some beauty without words. I am still as white as jade, walking in the water, and happiness is flowing. I will smile and bless those companions in the air. The angel's posture is not so close to heaven as flying without wings. Bless me, I am a happy swan.

Comments:

The poet said "a world in a sand, a heaven in a flower", and I said "one article and one thought". In the composition "Flying without Wings", I saw a beautiful and pure childlike world.

In the author's works, every plant, every object and every scene in nature is full of spiritual beauty. Moths, chickens and disabled swans, although they failed to meet the expectations of friends and parents to become beautiful butterflies, proud eagles and noble angels, lived their own beautiful colors, lived a happy and self-sufficient life and gave great affirmation to life.

Using the genre of fairy tales, the author constructs the whole article with smart and fresh brushwork and harmonious care layout, cleverly answers the question of the relationship between self-knowledge and expectations of others, and implicitly and firmly tells people to live their own lives.

1. I am a "mouse" who just wants to die.

These days, I have been anxious about how I should die. I was extremely unwell, but I didn't go to the hospital because a fortune teller told me that I would die this year a few years ago. If I survive this year, there will be hundreds of days and nights.

After careful consideration, I chose to go to the streets and be killed.

Over the years, I am ashamed of human beings, and I have brought the food that people have earned with blood and sweat to my black hole gentle hometown. I have more than a dozen villas, each with a "little honey". I'm afraid of light. I dare not walk in the street. "Rats go to the streets and everyone shouts." Now that I finally realize my mistake, let my death accompany others! Maybe "mouse" will make punishment in the future.

An hour or two passed, but no one shouted or even looked at me. I walked slowly, waiting for death.

I stopped a beautifully dressed young lady. I want him to make a hullabaloo about and let those "heroes save the United States" kill me. I put my arm around her waist and said, "I want to flirt with you!" " "

The lady not only didn't shout, but also gave me a glad eye and said, "Look at your style. You are either a rich man or a big official. I will stand by and watch you. "

What used to sound sweet sounds so harsh today that I left her and ran away. I think this is what she expected!

I ran away and she kept asking, "What's the phone number?" ...

For an old woman who came to me, I think she is old and rich in social experience, and she will definitely recognize me as a "mouse".

But she passed me calmly. I grabbed her sleeve and said, "Can't you recognize me as a mouse?"

What does it matter to me that you are a mouse? There are many sneaky people on the street now! Leave me alone, I have to buy food. With a flick of her sleeve, she seemed much younger, and then flew away.

Strange! Strange! Am I wrong or do they have other expectations?

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, yes! Cops have guns, like peanuts, just fly over.

I walked up to a policeman and said, "Comrade policeman, I am a mouse. Kill me with a gun! " "

When the police saw me, they stood at attention with a bang. "Hello, Director!"

"I'm not a director, I'm a mouse."

"You are the director. Two years ago, you had dinner with our Wang Bureau. "

"Your bureau is also a mouse."

"Hello mouse? You are mice, so we are the sons and grandchildren of mice. Please speak for me in the king's bureau in the future. My name is Xiang Shangguan and my phone number is 5 188. "

I walked slowly in the street, and my heart was in chaos. What happened to this society? Why is my understanding so different from their expectations?

I looked up at the sky and sighed, "Who will kill me, a mouse who just wants to die?"

[Comment] This article is novel in conception and unique in perspective. It takes mice as the main body of "self-knowledge", which shows the dislocation of people's expectations, satirizes people's inversion of right and wrong, and regards abnormality as a normal numbness mentality and a bad world style. Very profound and thought-provoking.

2. Chrysanthemum fragrance season

When the crisp autumn wind blows the sky higher, when a strange child looks at the last flying geese in the south, when the green leaves on the branches turn orange, when a little acid has fallen on the branches, it is the season of chrysanthemum fragrance again.

Pale chrysanthemum

"Glug, Glug ..." Did you hear the crisp sound of iron impact? The breeze blows, the strong muscles exude the breath of life, and the blazing fire cultivates noble sentiments. Ji Kang, a hero of this era and a talented person in this area, lived a blacksmith's life here. Like others, you have high expectations for him, but do you dare to persuade him to be an official? Have you forgotten "Dear John Dan Tao"? The sonorous words have declared his disdain for official career to everyone, so let him be himself, and let the "seven sages of bamboo forest" live the life of "singing under the leaves", "drinking in bamboo forest", "boating in winding water" and "picking chrysanthemums in Nanshan" forever, and don't let vulgar filth cover up the delicate fragrance of chrysanthemums.

The pride of chrysanthemum

Do you still remember Zhuangzi, who decided to "drag his tail on the road" despite Chu's pole position at that time? This man, whose heart is like autumn water, is like a lofty layman who is not tied to a boat. He has talents from all over the world, but he has never given in to the powerful and has been poor and wandering all his life. Do you also want to persuade him to join the WTO and expect him to do great things for the motherland, society and Lebanese people? Yes, everyone hopes so. However, Zhuangzi thinks he is a tree, a tree to defend the soul moon. If you stubbornly pull him up and plant him in filthy social soil, he will wither and die immediately. Let him be a tree forever, and there will be a proud chrysanthemum beside him.

Mourning of Chrysanthemum

"Mountain out vigorously, elegance, elegance. What can you do, concubine? What can you do? " In the face of the turbulent river and the folks on the other side, a generation of bullies could not help but wet their skirts with tears. The river has been named after someone else, and the beauty is in her arms. Is it to escape by boat, rally, or join the Wujiang River to "die like a ghost"? If you were around Wang Xiang, would you persuade him to "stay in the green hills, not afraid of burning firewood"? The elders in Jiangdong also expect Wang Xiang to bear the burden of shame, and perhaps history will be rewritten as a result. However, Wang Xiang finally chose to throw himself into the river. He thinks he should die with dignity. He thinks this is his true heroic nature. The life form of chrysanthemum has withered, but the fragrance of flowers is always there.

Maybe this is the true meaning of life. No matter what others expect, they will pursue what they think is right, freedom, loftiness, dignity of life and heroic quality, put aside others' expectations and discouragement and move towards their own understanding.

When the crisp sound of striking the iron comes from afar, when the ancient Dapeng spreads its wings and flies, when the surging Wujiang River roars in the sky, it is the season of chrysanthemum fragrance.

[Comment] In this paper, Ji Kang, Zhuangzi and Xiang Yu are selected as three historical figures with great personality charm, and noble chrysanthemums are used to symbolize their personalities, and vivid language is used to reflect the relationship between the characters' self-knowledge and the expectations of others. From the beginning, the article showed a vast picture, rich in imagination, rich in literary flavor and fascinating. The last two paragraphs sublimate the theme, take care of it before and after, and the writing is natural and smooth.