Sleepwalking in Butterfly Valley

Dreamwalking in Butterfly Valley

Written by Zhang Zijian

I actually drifted to Butterfly Valley in my dream.

Listening to songs, admiring flowers, playing in the water, looking at the rainbow, and the romantic lingering sounds of lovers made me a little nostalgic and couldn't imagine what kind of emptiness it would be like to leave the Butterfly Valley. .

As I walked forward, I saw a person. That person was a little fat, wearing a long gown, and holding an unfolded lotus leaf fan in his hand. A few lines of text on the fan read: "Hundred pages of paper are lightly relaxed, and thousands of books are spread out. The fog of the future is swept away, and the grand plan of the country is pointed out. Countless floating lives are cleared up, and the joys and sorrows of the world are tasted. Ye Fu laments that Confucius was confused in his life! The small garden is clear and peaceful, with green willows and bananas. The red heart melts away, and the cuckoo cries. When I look back at the past, the past is like smoke, and the road is bumpy and smooth. Suddenly, looking back a few times, the past is misty, rainy and foggy, and the road in the rivers and lakes is faint." Look at his expression and the fan in his hand. The words are so fitting. He smiles as if he is the only respectable elder in the valley, but his romantic situation makes it clear that his romance is anything but that.

So I asked him if he missed this valley very much. He smiled and said: "After walking through the long road of time and coming here, maybe you won't move because the flying butterflies here attract me..." I understand, this is His romantic destination. It is also the dream he has been pursuing through the years. As he walked away with his fan shaking, I saw his romantic yet scholarly demeanor, his delicacy in traveling around the world without losing his warmth, which made me feel that this is the true sense of chicness.

Look at the valleys and peaks hanging in the sky, and the cliffs and rocks facing each other. Standing between the sky and the earth, and between the high and low cliffs, the flowers and plants look out at the first glance, as if to indicate its beauty and uniqueness to the visitors. The flowers are the most elegant yet beautiful beauty of artistic imagination painted by the girl. The cliff is just a passage that protrudes from the earth but shows the beauty of the world to the blue sky. It will make you think that after traveling 90,000 miles, you will see a cloud ladder here. It is not the old road to the palace, but a mountain peak overlooking the sky.

Among the peaks, the spring water flows out from the cliff and divides into a fan shape. If you look closely, it looks like a huge palm. Between the fingers, there is a kingdom of flowers and plants, but every finger is full of flowers. It is a transparent white ribbon. It is said to be transparent because the red peak rocks can be seen through the water. It is said to be white because it reflects the light of the sun, like a shaped mirror that reflects the flowers and plants on one side. middle. At this time, you will feel that the mirror reflects the world, the flowers and plants are peaceful, the beauty is not self-reliant, it is better than the sky outside.

The real Butterfly Valley is at the bottom of the peak. Flowers are blooming on the hills of all sizes. Some of the strange-shaped old trees look like people, some look like the wind blowing thatched cottages, and some still look like... All kinds of animals sit there quietly, admiring the scenery in their hearts. Between the hills, the trickles of spring water in the rocks flow quietly into the distance. There are large and small lakes formed between the basins on the ground. People in the boats in the middle are pointing and pointing. Some are looking at the cloud ladders in the water, some are bowing their heads to admire the lotus, and some are looking at the butterflies and thinking.

This time it’s time to talk about the butterflies here. There are colorful butterflies everywhere in the flower stamens, among the grass, and among people. Some of them have been sniffing the fragrance of flowers in the stamens for a long time. They are motionless. The graceful figure was swayed by the wind, but the domineering butterfly tempted the eyes of passers-by more than the flowers. Tourists took out their digital cameras to capture the beautiful moment. Some are spinning on the water, becoming romantic messengers among the lotus flowers in the water, whispering and singing to each other.

Some of them are like lovers flying together in the air, which will remind you of the love story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. Let you recall the beautiful scene of love.

But some of them will fall on the girl's clothes or hair and move with you. Maybe this is their unique etiquette!

When we were rowing in the water, we saw the man holding the fan again. He was still wearing the same gown, looking at us, shaking the fan in his hand and smiling. When we got ashore, Like an old acquaintance in a foreign land, he held my hand and said: "If I have the chance to come again, I will definitely talk to you in detail about our Butterfly Valley. It seems that I don't have enough time today, because I still have a lot of things to do." Students are sketching and painting here, I want them to take a look.”

His words have become another yearning left in my memory. I hope I will definitely come here next time. He learned more about Butterfly Valley. When I left, it was when the sun was setting in the west. The red sunset in the west was extremely beautiful. We walked by the lake in the sunset. The sunlight was like a phoenix holding a long tail curtain, reflecting in the lake. Those lotus-like flowers were reflected in the lake. They looked at us quietly with their blushing and shy faces. Seeing how reluctant they were to leave us, I really wanted to stay.

Suddenly it seemed like someone moved me, and I realized that I had fallen asleep in front of the computer, and it turned out to be a dream.