Chapter 8 Dead Leaf Butterfly

Dear little fairy, how are you? do you remember me?A long time ago, a little groundhog made a wish to the first snow falling from the sky in winter, saying that he wanted to see the most beautiful flower in the world.At this time, you appear.You shone like a shooting star and flew past it in no time, but you left it a seed that could fulfill its wish.Do you remember?That little winter groundhog is me. Then, spring came.That spring was very short, just enough for me to bury the seeds before a drizzle.You know, when I buried the seeds, I cut my hand with a small shovel.But I was so happy that day, I said to the passing swallow: "Look, this is my flower, the most beautiful flower in the world!" Flap your wings and fly away.

In summer, the sunflowers on the hills are all blooming, red, purple, golden... There are so many flowers, but I didn't pick any of them.I know those flowers are not mine, and my flowers haven't bloomed yet.However, when it opens, it is the most beautiful flower in the whole world!I go to see it every evening, it has grown taller than me, and every leaf is a green heart that can swing with the wind.I said to the snail on the leaf: "Look, this is my flower, the most beautiful flower in the world!" The snail stretched out its translucent tentacles. retracted into the shell. Autumn in the forest comes quietly, and it also goes quietly when it goes.When all the leaves have fallen, my flowers haven't opened yet.I knew it didn't like being left here by itself, so that year, I moved.Next to it, I made a small house out of mud, and made doors and windows out of the heart-shaped leaves that fell on the ground.I also made a small chimney. When I cook red bean soup in the house, the white smoke will float towards my flowers like clouds.I always say to the ants passing by: "Come and drink a bowl of bean soup! By the way, look at my flower, it is the most beautiful flower in the world!" However, those ants are in a hurry, as if there is never enough time It seems to be used, so no one stops to drink soup and look at flowers with me.

Later, it was another snowy day, and I was making rice cakes in the hut when there was a light knock on the door.It turned out that my grandma came to my house from far and far away to see me.On that New Year's Eve, my grandma and I sat by the small stove and had a New Year's Eve dinner together.Eating, eating, I suddenly remembered that my grandma hadn't seen my flowers yet, so I hurriedly opened the window, with my mouth still full of rice cakes, and murmured to my grandma, "Look... my flowers ...the most beautiful flower in the world!" Wearing presbyopic glasses, grandma approached the past, looked at it again and again, and finally said to me: "Little Tu, you made a mistake, it's not a flower, it's just a root weed."

Dear little fairy, do you know that I didn't say anything that day, but I couldn't swallow a piece of rice cake anymore, so delicious glutinous rice rice cake became as cold as Baixue.Why, everyone doesn't believe it, even grandma doesn't believe that what you gave me is the most beautiful flower in the world? Later, later later, I still went to see my flowers every day.Winter passed, spring came again, followed by summer, autumn... year after year.My flowers have grown very tall, taller than the tallest tree in the forest, but I am still so short.Now, I can only hold my head up, stand on tiptoe, and say "good morning" to my flowers.There are many swallows flying to make nests on my flowers; many snails are crawling and enjoying the shade under my flowers; there are many ants running around here, because they regard my flowers as a signpost.But my flowers still haven't opened, not even the tiniest bud has come out.

I have gradually got used to it, sitting next to my flower and imagining-is it red or yellow?How many petals does it have?Is it thin and thin, like a ribbon; or thick and soft, like wool?Does it bloom slowly, slowly, or does it bloom all at once?Does it have a strong aroma?Does it hold nectar in its pistils? ... Dear little fairy, is my letter too long?But I really want to write about all those days. At that time, I was waiting with my flowers. Sometimes, I really feel that I will be very happy if I just wait like this.However, you don't have to worry, this letter will end soon, because my flowers are finally blooming.

Was that yesterday?No, no, not yesterday, I can't remember which day it was, but it was a windy day.One morning in the forest, the sun had not yet risen, and the air was cool, and I was gathering fallen leaves in front of the door, so that there would be something burning in the stove.That day, I only thought about picking up fallen leaves, and I walked under my flower, only to realize that I hadn't said "good morning" to it yet.I raised my head, and suddenly, a gust of wind swept over, and the leaves in my hand were swept away, and the wind continued to howl.I saw that my flower was shaking in the strong wind, it was about to be blown down!I climbed over against the wind and held on to its branches-how much could this help it?I don't know, I just feel like I have to do something, I just feel like it needs me to be with it.

When the wind stopped, all the leaves, on the ground and on the trees, went to nowhere.The last leaf was still hanging on my flower, and it shook as if it was about to fall.However, in the blink of an eye, it has cracked a gap and turned into two pieces—two of the most beautiful petals.It is neither red nor yellow, but colorful. I have never seen so many and such beautiful colors. Its petals quivered once, twice, and then, once more, it left the branch and flew up.It flies, flies, toward the rising sun.The sunlight fell on its petals, changing colors, brighter than the most beautiful rainbow, brighter than the brightest star.It drew an arc and flew over my cheeks, and I felt a light touch, both thin and thin, thick and soft, with a touch of sweetness aroma.

I didn't dare to touch it with my fingers, and it just floated to the horizon without clouds.I watched it get smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a bright dot, which merged with the morning light on the horizon.I looked at it for a while, and then went back to the house.After a long, long time, I realized that my most beautiful flower is no longer there. But I have seen it!I've actually seen it... though I never told anyone I had the most beautiful flower in the whole world because they wouldn't believe it.No one would believe it, no.except you. Dear little fairy, you will believe me, won't you?Because you must have seen it too, the most beautiful flower in the whole world.I think it may just fly back and look for you.If you see it, please tell it a word, okay?Please tell it, I am still waiting for it, waiting for the day it flies back.I'll wait, wait, wait until all the flowers bloom, wait until all the flowers fade... You know, when the flowers fade, they will bloom again next year.

Wish you joy! your little soil Written in the morning dew on the forest moon deciduous day