Swaggering butterflies
Text/Shepherd
Niu Niu said, on weekends, flower festivals, go to the wetland to see the flowers!
Can't help but pluck, my long-dormant heartstrings! Sew a few more butterflies to that one, a white shirt.
fly...... Toward that, the picture of spring!
The green, the yellow, the pink, the sparkling light of the pool of lake water, spread in the eyes, dangling, the heart, the hostage, the capture, the exuberance.
The fragrance of flowers soaked, my eyebrows, my eyes, my smiles, the gentle breeze, my songs, my dances, my infatuation.
You say I'm playing and losing my whole flock.
You listen, meh, meh... The sheep are on that side, the sound of the willow flute, who sings with the sheep?
Pull a handful of spring color, rub into the atrium, along with the flapping wings on the sleeves.
I am the butterfly, and the butterfly is me. Spring is not a dream, and I, not Zhou Zhuang!
Photo: Shepherd girl
Photography: Deng Wenyin, Liu Naichun, etc
"Danfeng Xiaozhu", original text, welcome to pay attention to the review!