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Butterfly has a small mirror

Spring is so beautiful! The hillside is full of bright red rhododendrons, and the green grass covers the gray soil, as if the entire hillside is made of flowers and grass.

By sallyPublished about a year ago • 7 min read
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Spring is so beautiful! The hillside is full of bright red rhododendrons, and the green grass covers the gray soil, as if the whole hillside is made of flowers and grass. The rape field is golden yellow, the rape flowers are blooming vigorously, and the sun is shining warmly, so that the flowers are lazily about to fall asleep, and the fragrance of the flowers is stronger and sweeter. The spring breeze distributes this fragrance everywhere for people to smell, and let them know what a fragrant season spring is.

In a corner of the rape field, there is a small round mirror, lying on the soil steadily, a rape tree next to the small mirror, block the sunlight for it, it will not be able to reflect, maybe because of this, no one knows that there is a small mirror here.

A frog who had just woken up from hibernation jumped here. He was very hungry and his mouth was very dry. He wanted to find a small river. If there was a small stream, that would be fine. But he searched for a long time, and he was always jumping in the rape field. He slept all winter, and he was so confused that he couldn't even tell the direction. He saw a round hole here, and there was a layer of white stuff on it. It must be a pool of clear water. How he wanted to drink water! With a kick on his hind legs, he immediately jumped on top of the small mirror. Strange, why is it hard? Could it be a piece of ice that hasn't melted yet? The frog struggled, but couldn't pick it up. He looked and found his own shadow in it. He really didn't know what it was, and he couldn't remember it. His stomach was so hungry again, and the saliva in his mouth was almost dry. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and jumped to the front again.

A pair of butterflies, wearing yellow and black silk shirts, flew to the rape field. They performed their best dance, flying and dancing, hoping that everyone would come and see. In the rape field, there are many bees flying around, but they are all busy gathering honey. They don't like to watch the dance of butterflies, even if they fly by the butterflies, they don't want to see them. In fact, bees can dance themselves, and they can also sing. Bees like to sing the most. No matter how busy they are at work, they are always humming happy songs.

The pair of butterflies flew and flew over here. They stopped on a cluster of rapeseed flowers, flapping their wings, trying to rest. They were sisters, and the sister looked down and saw a round thing on the dirt with her own shadow in it. She cried:

"Sister, look, there is a pool here."

Before Sister Butterfly finished speaking, she was already standing by the small mirror, looking so happily at her face in the mirror and the floral silk shirt on her body. She wanted to take a step forward and stand on it, but her sister quickly grabbed her and said angrily:

"What's the matter with you? This is a small pool, you will drown if you fall."

"But look, how round this opening is, and how clear the water is inside. Ai, I said it's not water..."

Sister Butterfly threw a grain of sand on the small mirror. The grain of sand did not sink, but remained on it very stably. She flew up quickly and stood on the small mirror. Sister Butterfly was in a hurry and wanted to save her sister, so she flew with it and stood on the small mirror.

They were afraid and strange. The sisters looked down and saw their own shadows. They were flapping their wings, and they were flapping their wings in the little mirror. They were so happy that they were flying wildly on the little mirror. But thinking about it, I was a little worried. What the hell is this? The sister took her sister, stood on the small mirror and looked, rubbed it with her feet, it was so smooth, and the knocking was hard. Sister Butterfly didn't think about it, she said:

"I said it must be ice cubes. You see, there is no sun here, and the ice cubes haven't melted yet."

"No," Sister Butterfly herself didn't know what it was. Anyway, she knew it wasn't an ice cube, she said, "It's not like an ice cube, I guess what kind of stone it is."

"No, how can there be such a bright stone?"

"Then let's ask who."

At this time, a woodpecker flew over, and he was about to fly into the woods to work.

"Uncle Woodpecker! Uncle Woodpecker! Please come down and take a look, what is this?"

The woodpecker stopped beside Sister Butterfly and looked at the little mirror. He pecked a few times with his hard mouth to see the shadow of his long mouth inside.

"Ah, this is a small mirror."

The butterfly sisters asked anxiously:

"What little mirror?"

"The small mirror is used when people wash their faces. Look in the small mirror to see if it's clean. People comb their hair and also look in the small mirror."

Sister Butterfly heard it and flew with joy:

"That's great, we want this little mirror."

"This is for people, you can't use it."

"Why can't we use it? Look how beautiful we are."

"Even if it is beautiful, then you can see for yourself. I said, in such fine weather, you should do some work. My work is not done yet, goodbye."

The Butterfly sisters stood on the small mirror, their eyes always looking at their own shadow. Sister Butterfly said:

"Uncle Woodpecker! What are you busy with? Play with us for a while."

The woodpecker said nothing more, spread its wings, and flew into the woods.

The butterfly sisters both thought this way: they are the most beautiful butterflies in the world, and they are the only ones who perform the best dances in the world. They are so happy! Thinking about it, they fly. They always fly low, because they can't see their beautiful posture without the little mirror. Now they don't want bees to watch anymore, it's the happiest thing to watch themselves fly. They fly, fly, and circle around on the little mirror. At this time, they blame themselves for having too few eyes. If a pair of eyes grew on their backs, they could see how their waists twisted and how a pair of tentacles on their heads swayed, because they believed that everything in themselves was beautiful. As they flew low on the little mirror, they watched their shadows, and they simply forgot to rest, that night was coming.

The frog that had just woken up from hibernation had yet to find a small river or even a small stream. He was so hungry that he couldn't jump, and his mouth was about to smoke. He wanted something to eat and drink, but he didn't know where to look. He was so hungry that he couldn't jump up, so he could only climb step by step, and before he knew it, he climbed next to this little mirror again. He saw two little butterflies flying on the small mirror, and his eyes lit up, and he immediately crouched down and hid behind a rapeseed stalk. He saw the butterfly sisters standing on the small mirror again, talking about who was the most beautiful. The frog swallowed and really wanted to eat a butterfly. He used all his strength and jumped over, but he was a little slow. The butterfly sisters had already flown away, and the butterfly sister was so frightened that she couldn't even spread her wings. She almost hit a rape flower, flew desperately, and fled to the hillside with her sister.

The little mirror was still there, lying quietly, as if nothing had happened there. When the butterfly sisters encountered this danger, they never dared to fly to the little mirror again. They remembered that they hadn't picked pollen well that day, and they just wanted to play. If only they had listened to Uncle Woodpecker earlier.

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