Chapter 14 white butterfly by the sea

I went to the seaside with two friends to take pictures and sketch. Among them, one is a photographer and the other is a painter. Neglect, I saw them taking out their cameras and sketchbooks, sitting on the bow of the hulk and working, so affectionate and focused, I thought, usually we all feel good about the things that are alive, and the things in front of us have long since died, why are they still there? Do you think it is beautiful?I'm afraid what we feel is time, impermanence, and the beauty of loneliness! Then, I came to a conclusion: if a person is willing to always keep the heart of looking for beautiful feelings, then in the changes of things, whether they are full of vitality or withered and silent, beauty can be seen. The beauty is not in the things, but in the soul, the senses, and even the eyes.

While he was thinking, the photographer exclaimed: "Ah! Butterflies! A group of white butterflies." He jumped up immediately while shouting, and ran to the coast. Looking in the direction where he was running, there were indeed seven or eight white shadows chasing on the beach, which also surprised me. Where are the butterflies on the beach?There were no plants or flowers, and the wind was so wild.But those white butterflies flying up and down are indeed very beautiful. No wonder the photographer runs so fast. If you can take a photo of a white butterfly flying on the waves, the trip will be worthwhile.

I saw the photographer standing beside the white butterflies and gazing, without raising his camera, he rushed to grab one of them. Those pictures seemed to be silent, slow-motion silhouettes in silent films. Then, the photographer came back in slow motion, and the white butterflies by the sea were still flying behind him. "Did you catch it?" I asked him. He opened his right hand dejectedly, it was the butterfly he just caught.The three of us laughed at the same time. It turned out that what he caught was not a white butterfly, but a piece of white paper.The pieces of paper were originally rubbish on the beach, and they were blown by the sea breeze. From a distance, they looked like a group of white butterflies flying on the sea.

The truth is often so relentless. I said to the photographer: "If you don't run over to see it, we still think it's a white butterfly until now!" Indeed, visually, garbage paper and white butterflies are exactly the same, indistinguishable. Our perception of beauty is not so much from vision as from imagination. When we see "white butterfly flying on the sea" and "garbage paper" Flying on the Sea", no matter the picture or vision is the same, the difference is our imagination. This makes me think that the perception of the senses is not true, and we are often deceived by the senses.

In fact, in life, it is common to see pieces of paper as white butterflies! Before marriage, girlfriends were all white butterflies. After marriage, they found out that they were just a piece of paper. Good friends turned out to be white butterflies, but it was only when they broke up and turned against each other that they realized they were just pieces of paper. Unfinished poems, love affairs with no ending, awakened dreams, manors where you can’t see clearly on the opposite mountain, and unfinished stories are all white butterflies flying on the sea of ​​life, and you don’t have to run fast see clearly.As long as it is expressed, there is an ending, and there is no longer flowing thoughts, then it will immediately stop and become a piece of paper.

I went home, sat in the study and looked at the direction of the North Sea, thinking about it, just this afternoon, I was sitting on the coast of the North Sea blowing the sea breeze, and I saw white butterflies—oh, no!White pieces of paper—flying with the wind, now, these things that seem to have been experienced in real life have become phantoms with the wind.Or, it will fly in a certain dream, or, in a certain seaside, in a certain life, there will be the feeling of a butterfly. Alas!A real white butterfly is now sucking nectar from a pot of mirabilis I planted!Do you believe it or not?

You believe it!Congratulations, you are a person with a sense of beauty. In the sea of ​​life, you will often see white butterflies flying in and out. You do not believe?Congratulations to you too, you are a practical person, on the seashore of life, you will often walk quickly to find the truth about the paper and butterflies.