The story of fig and leaf butterfly

The sky was gloomy, the clouds were low on the ground, the wind was blowing quickly, and it was about to rain. A dead leaf butterfly flew and flew, anxiously looking for a place to take shelter from the rain. At this time, the fig tree stretched out its thick leaves to block the sand particles blowing on the wings of the dead leaf butterfly. The Dead Leaf Butterfly suddenly felt at ease, stood on a fig, shook its wings, and said melodiously: "Thank you!" The fig said softly: "It's nothing, you are welcome to come over at any time, my friend." The Dead Leaf Butterfly Butterfly stroked the fig fruit and felt warm in her heart. From now on, dead leaf butterflies will fly to Fig every day. Sometimes they would come over to suck some fresh dewdrops, sometimes they would lie on the figs to bask in the warm sun, and more often they would whisper to the figs: about the busy lives of the neighbors under the tree, the little ants, about the butterflies. Interesting stories about flying, about the wonderful world outside the woods... Fig will always listen with relish, and every time he will daydream that he has grown a pair of beautiful wings, soaring freely under the vast sky... What a happy thing it would be. ah! One day, the Dead Leaf Butterfly wiped her tears on the fig. She told the fig that she had to go to a warm place to spend the winter, otherwise she would cease to exist when the cold winter came. Fig sighed softly and said: "Go, my friend, I hope we can still meet next spring." The Dead Leaf Butterfly said: "Well, maybe... I can wait a few more days." Cold North The wind blew, and the leaves of the fig tree gradually fell down and fell into the soil. The dead leaf butterfly hid on the fig, her wings shivering in the cold wind. Fig's heart tightened and he said: "Fly away quickly, I will always remember you!" The Dead Leaf Butterfly shrugged and said with a smile: "Well, just wait a few more days..." The north wind became stronger and stronger, The sky was filled with thick fog, and a thick layer of frost seemed to have condensed in the air. The leaves of the fig tree were falling sparsely, and the fig fruits were falling off one by one. In the end, there was only this one fig left, and its water had almost evaporated, and its shriveled skin was getting more and more wrinkled, but it still held on to the branch firmly, allowing the dead leaf butterfly to lie firmly on it. Fig said: "Do you know? The first time I saw you, I didn't know you were a butterfly. I thought you were just a dead leaf falling on me occasionally." The dead leaf butterfly said: "Do you know? The first time I saw you, I had no idea you were the legendary Fig. I thought you were just a green fruit." Fig blinked and said, "Your dancing is great, and your flying posture. You are so beautiful. I like everything about you!" The dead leaf butterfly shook its tentacles and said, "Your arms are the warmest and your juice is the sweetest. I like everything about you!" The cold wind whistled! It blows, one after another. They were still talking happily, but their voices were getting softer and softer... Finally, the fig fell weakly from the sky, and the dead leaf butterfly still hugged him tightly, and they nestled tightly on the earth. In mother's arms. The next spring, another sapling grew next to the fig tree. The sapling grows bigger and taller under the sunlight. The strange thing is that every leaf has a pattern like a dead leaf, which is very beautiful.