I remember playing in the park that day. Suddenly, I saw a white butterfly on that little pink flower.
I approached it quietly, and just as I was about to catch it, it flew away. I quickly chased it forward, and it flew faster and farther. Seeing that the butterfly was about to fly away, I suddenly jumped and finally caught it.
At this time, I really felt the butterfly's life. It tried its best to stir its wings, and it struggled as if it had exhausted all its strength to tell me about its life!
The butterfly's desire to survive touched me. I can't help letting go. It flapped its wings and flew away. I looked up and watched it fly away bit by bit. It beats its wings rhythmically, as if to say to me, "thank you!" " Thank you. "
In fact, the butterfly's life depends only on my little actions. They also have their own hard-won lives. They change from eggs to larvae, from larvae to pupae, and finally become beautiful butterflies. Although, their lives are only a few short months, or even only a few short weeks. However, they still cherish their short life.
Since small butterflies can cherish life in this way, why can't we make our lives more exciting? !
2. Take life as the topic. Write a composition. You must write about the life of a butterfly in 500 words. This is life. I can make good use of it or waste it. It's up to me. I must be responsible for myself. Although life is short, it can make limited life reflect infinite value! Everyone has only one life, and few people have thought about how to spend this precious life. However, the butterfly life makes me feel the most meaningful. Its life, as Ba Jin said: "I have always maintained this belief in my life. The meaning of life lies in giving, not in receiving, not in fighting." Butterflies just give and leave silently. Once, I did. Therefore, I think butterflies are the bravest animals I know and the most beautiful animals. From today on, I will learn the brave spirit of butterflies! At the same time, I also want to cherish time and love life. Because life and time are the most important, including my life and all life, let's cherish life! This is life, and it belongs to me alone. I can make good use of it or waste it. It's up to me. I must be responsible for myself. Although life is short, it can make limited life reflect infinite value! Life, cherish life, this is what we must do in this life. On the other hand, we can't endanger life, let alone destroy it. Here, I want to remind those people that they love life. Life is fleeting, we should cherish and love life! I must spend my life as brilliantly as a butterfly.
3. composition > "the most tenacious life of butterflies" Therefore, I am a butterfly. Whenever I think of this sentence by Shen Congwen, I think of butterflies, which are the most tenacious life I have ever seen.
That summer, my cousin and I went to the countryside to play. At noon, my cousin and I went to catch butterflies. On the way, my cousin and I jumped around like rabbits to catch butterflies, which was repeatedly regarded as a laughing stock by passers-by. But it can't be our fault, because this butterfly is too sensitive. "Butterflies are really hard to catch!" I often complain. After a hard struggle, I finally caught a butterfly, and I danced with joy. My cousin quickly found a box, invited the butterfly in and carefully sealed the box. Our aim is to suffocate the butterfly, so that we can easily make it into a specimen. My cousin and I picked flowers on the hillside and went swimming by the river. When we came back, we opened the sealed box, and we were all shocked. That butterfly can flap its wings and fly. I was shocked by everything in front of me, and tears jumped out of my eyes. I see weak life everywhere around me, but this butterfly is the most tenacious life in my heart. She told me that life is tenacious. I didn't seal the butterfly, but let it fly gently from my fingertips, flowers, rivers and slopes. Flying gently, its life goes on. Although she stood on the brink of death, she said firmly, "I want to live!" " "After that, she survived, life is the most tenacious!
"So I am a butterfly." Butterfly! You have the strongest life in my heart!
Grasp how butterflies in life * * * When thin wings are fully unfolded, fresh air comes.
What a wonderful world. Stretching my limbs and flapping my wings, I am soaring in this strange and novel world.
Look, the sky is so blue and the white clouds are so elegant. The fiery red maple leaves fall and touch the thin wings, which are cool but beautiful.
With curiosity about everything and surging mood, I flew away from the cocoon and became a pupa. The sun is dazzling, and the pupa looks ugly and lonely.
I flew to the seaside and watched the vast sea and sky meet; I flew into the forest and watched romantic cherry blossoms flying all over the sky; I flew to the North Pole and watched the cold snowflakes spread magnificently ... The world was loved by me endlessly, and my worship was vividly displayed. But after the caress, it brought me a refreshing injury.
The strong wind is blowing my thin body, and the heavy rain is attacking my transparent wings. It is like a helpless leaf, escaping from the branches and drifting on the sea, leaving it floating at a loss.
Gone with the wind, so I stayed on the island. A burst of loneliness erodes the soul, forgetting the cherry blossoms, the ice and snow, the flying maple leaves, and only the tears that hurt my heart slide across my cheeks.
Cold and unconscious. The wind dried the traces, but turned the pain into unhappiness.
Hold yourself in your hands and look at the flickering flames in the distance. Hope is instantly submerged by the sea, and a decision rises quietly ... spread your wings and try your best to fly to the center of the fire.
At that moment, throw yourself into its arms. Moths are so persistent and brave.
However, people forget that the tears in the moth's eyes are falling quietly ... forget that the pain in its heart has not disappeared with the ashes of the body ... In the afterlife, I only need to look at the sky through the cocoon, even if it is just a broken blue sky ... In the afterlife, I only need to feel the snow with my wings, even if it is just an endless light snow ... In the afterlife, I only need to hide in this little pupa, even if it is.
5. A lonely dancer who needs 300 words to write a composition with butterflies.
In autumn, the grass is silent and bleak. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, which curled up and looked up wearily, like wrinkled faces. In the sun, the grass is like washed silver, light yellow, ringing against the autumn wind. The air is quiet and everything looks listless. The cold and dry wind suggests that this season is not a fragile life.
However, there always seems to be a surprise lurking in the shadow of despair. Look! Not far away, a small butterfly, with white translucent wings, is flapping slowly, just like a flying snowflake, and its small body is swinging up and down. Suddenly, it landed gently on the tip of the grass, kissed it and flew away. I think, its heart should be urged by some kind of eager desire, diligently seeking and never slacking off.
In my eyes, the yellow grass suddenly turned into a huge stage, stage soil, and this little butterfly was dancing alone and performing a one-man show. No lights, no music, no audience, no applause. Lonely dancers just silently dedicate their most beautiful dances, with sad beauty and elegant joy in their dances. Dancing ... dancing ... all despair, all joy and all pain are integrated into this beautiful dance. The whole world stopped and watched quietly, and all was silent, and the surrounding nature was smiling.
A little butterfly conquered the whole world in this way. In summer, there will be many such butterflies, small and white, dancing in every corner of the world and flying over this season in droves, leaving no trace. When the flowers slowly fall, the vibrant green fades away, leaving only the lonely land, naked and withered, like a dry beach of life. Summer, prosperous summer, passed day by day. At this time, from an unknown corner, a lonely dancer came quietly and began to enjoy its short life. Although there is not much comfort left for this "unreasonable" little life, it is still the only protagonist in this vast stage soil in this silent season. I wonder if this little thing understands that "the acquisition of good things often requires great sacrifice." The price is really huge. Autumn has come, and the days have passed, and the cold has intensified day by day, which will mercilessly devour the life of butterflies. However, what matters is not the length of life, but its value.
Don't be afraid to be a lonely dancer on the stage of life! How many people have played a mediocre and humble role all their lives, but have never owned their own life stage? How many people, drifting with the tide, drown their unique personality in the vast sea of people, where is a rose in a corner of the world, a bud in bud, silently waiting for her butterfly. One day, when they met, the delicate bud opened her arms, warmly welcomed the long-awaited guest and danced slowly.
Just for reference, don't copy it all.
6. Write a composition about butterflies. In autumn, the grass is quiet and bleak.
The ground was covered with fallen leaves, which curled up and looked up wearily, like wrinkled faces. In the sun, the grass is like washed silver, light yellow, ringing against the autumn wind.
The air is quiet and everything looks listless. The cold and dry wind suggests that this season is not a fragile life. However, there always seems to be a surprise lurking in the shadow of despair.
Look! Not far away, a small butterfly, with white translucent wings, is flapping slowly, just like a flying snowflake, and its small body is swinging up and down. Suddenly, it landed gently on the tip of the grass, kissed it and flew away.
I think, its heart should be urged by some kind of eager desire, diligently seeking and never slacking off. In my eyes, the yellow grass suddenly turned into a huge stage, stage soil, and this little butterfly was dancing alone and performing a one-man show.
No lights, no music, no audience, no applause. Lonely dancers just silently dedicate their most beautiful dances, with sad beauty and elegant joy in their dances. Dancing ... dancing ... all despair, all joy and all pain are integrated into this beautiful dance.
The whole world stopped and watched quietly, and all was silent, and the surrounding nature was smiling. A little butterfly conquered the whole world in this way.
In summer, there will be many such butterflies, small and white, dancing in every corner of the world and flying over this season in droves, leaving no trace. When the flowers slowly fall, the vibrant green fades away, leaving only the lonely land, naked and withered, like a dry beach of life.
Summer, prosperous summer, passed day by day. At this time, from an unknown corner, a lonely dancer came quietly and began to enjoy its short life.
Although there is not much comfort left for this "unreasonable" little life, it is still the only protagonist in this vast stage soil in this silent season. I wonder if this little thing understands that "the acquisition of good things often requires great sacrifice."
The price is really huge. Autumn has come, and the days have passed, and the cold has intensified day by day, which will mercilessly devour the life of butterflies. However, what matters is not the length of life, but its value.
Don't be afraid to be a lonely dancer on the stage of life! How many people have played a mediocre and humble role all their lives, but have never owned their own life stage? How many people, drifting with the tide, drown their unique personality in the vast sea of people, where is a rose in a corner of the world, a bud in bud, silently waiting for her butterfly. One day, when they met, the delicate bud opened her arms, warmly welcomed the long-awaited guest and danced slowly.
Catch butterflies in life One day in the summer vacation, Xiaogang saw the sunny weather outside and wanted to catch butterflies.
He brought a net and a small pot for catching butterflies. He was afraid of being too hot, so he put on his beloved yellow shorts and blue vest. Xiaogang went to the park and saw the flowers on the ground. How beautiful! There were yellow, green, red and pink ... so Xiaogang began to catch butterflies.
A colorful butterfly landed on a bright flower, which was very beautiful. Then, quietly walked past.
When I was about to catch it, I didn't expect to be knocked down by a big stone under my feet. Xiao Gang howled, and the elder sister was drawing in the park. When she heard the crying, she rushed over.
The elder sister said, "I have a handkerchief here. Let me wrap it up for you! " "In this way, the handkerchief was wrapped in the wound. However, Xiaogang kept crying.
The elder sister told Xiaogang a few jokes, which made Xiaogang smile through tears.
8. Write a composition (I am a butterfly). The first one is that I am a born dancer. Everyone praises me for my beauty and likes me very much.
I am a beautiful butterfly, and everyone knows it. I am most proud of my beautiful wings.
There are all kinds of bright and dazzling patterns on the wings, black stripes on the orange background, and beautiful golden embellishments on the wings, which are particularly lively and lovely. My friends and I like the spring when everything is revived and full of vitality.
Only in spring can we show our elegance. We flew to the hillside.
Golden yellow, red, pink, white, purple ... wild flowers are everywhere. When we see them, we feel excited and excited, because we can all fly here again, play here and fly to our hearts' content. My friends and I were refreshed and flew to the flowers.
Beautiful wild flowers give off a faint fragrance, which makes us more cheerful. I dance on this beautiful hillside, flowers accompany me, and dance with me in the breeze of my sister.
Sister bee is here, too. They came to collect honey. "Sister Butterfly, you dance really well!" I stopped in front of a yellow flower and said excitedly, "Sister Bee, dance with me!" " ""no, no, I have to hurry to pick honey. Sister butterfly, just dance in this big ring! " "Thank you!" The voice just fell and Sister Bee flew away.
My friends flew over and took my hand and danced happily. Although my life is short, spring is the happiest moment in our butterfly's life.
In the blue sky, white clouds are floating, colorful flowers are growing under the blue sky, and we are flying happily, dotted with this beautiful scenery ... The second part is that I am a small butterfly, although not mighty and magical, but I have the courage to fly in the blue sky and dare to compete with the goshawk. I am a small butterfly, which has evolved through all kinds of difficulties. I used to be an ugly caterpillar, but now I am extremely beautiful.
How beautiful my wings are, red, yellow, blue ... Stripes and flakes cross each other to form various patterns and patterns, and radar-sensitive tentacles stand on my head. I am a small butterfly, busy flying from east to west. Although I can't collect powder to make honey like a bee, not as rich as a golden rooster, not as gorgeous as a phoenix, I am still very happy because I dress up the world so beautifully.
I am a petite butterfly, just escaped from a dense cocoon, dancing in the flowers in the cool breeze. I was shocked when I came to this fragrant field.
This is a scene that only happens in fairy tales: are those flowers obviously very shallow and deep? Red, yellow, pink, purple and white flowers are delicate and charming. The aroma smoked me and made me excited.
I jumped harder and harder, and finally I was tired. I was lying on a flower, and the fragrance seemed to overflow. I was drunk and fell asleep.
In my dream, I dreamed that I had come to the end of my life. Life is so short that I'm a little scared. Does this mean that I am about to leave this vibrant world? "Dong! Knock on the door. Hey! " I was awakened.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a monster coming towards me with a malicious smile on his mouth. I suddenly felt my scalp tingling and my whole body felt cold. Is this guy who walks on two legs the legendary man? I flapped my wings and flew into the sky.
I thought it was safe. Who knows, he took out his secret weapon-butterfly net and ran after me.
The net in my hand is beating me from side to side. My wings are getting heavier and heavier.
So tired! Whew, I was finally caught. People put me in a dark room and stabbed me with some strange things. After my body became stiff, people sprinkled preservatives on us and I gradually lost consciousness. So we were made into specimens.
Alas! Humans! Don't you even let a little thing like us go? Leave us alone! How we want to fly in the wind and flap our colorful wings. Looking at my free companion among the flowers, I shed tears.
Life is short, but it is also rare. Why do humans like to dominate the lives of other creatures? Why don't you give us a short chance to bloom your beauty? How I want to return to the sky and fly again! As long as you can create beauty with a short life, that's enough! Don't we even have a chance to survive? I am a butterfly, flying among the flowers in the city every day.
Today, I caught an early meeting and went to the market. I saw a beautiful aunt pinching butterflies with plasticine. I am curious and can't help but want to meet her and have a look.
However, there is a sign next to her that says "Hu Cai". When I saw it, I was startled, flapping my wings and retreating a few meters.
At the right moment, a chengguan came. I thought he would point out the typo.
I don't know. He just said, "Don't sell it here." Hey! Even a butterfly can see that this is a typo. Is this chengguan blind? Hey! I shook my number one sigh and flew away.
I dressed less yesterday and caught a cold. Ahem! I came to the hospital weakly, but this time I panicked. There are four big letters at the door "Cough is not delayed". Oh, my god Aren't there so many doctors in the hospital that no one found out that he made a mistake? If so, I will go to treat the disease. Won't I die if the doctor takes the wrong medicine? I kept shouting, but nobody paid attention to me. I left alone and helpless.
Just when I was desperate, I suddenly saw a first-grade child writing on the grass with his chubby little hand. Look! That brushstroke and painting is so vigorous and affectionate.
I saw what he was mumbling and flew straight to him. He held out his hand and I stopped in his.
He looked at me intently and said, "Butterfly, there are typos everywhere in the world, which led me to write' unknown' as' unknown mosquito' in the exam. What can I do to get rid of the typos in the world? " Looking at his helpless expression and listening to his story, I have tears in my eyes. Left a little pollen and flew away helplessly.
People! Even the first grade children are worried about the pollution of China's 5,000-year-old culture.