A fairy tale of figs and dead butterflies

Fairy tales refer to a genre of children's literature. The rich imagination and exaggeration in fairy tales can enliven your mind. That vivid image and wonderful story can help you know the society and understand life, and guide you to be a sensible person who can distinguish right from wrong. The following are fairy tales of figs and dead-leaf butterflies that I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

The sky is groggy, the clouds are low on the ground, the wind is blowing in a hurry, and it is going to rain. A dead butterfly flew around in a hurry to find shelter from the rain.

At this time, the fig tree stretched out thick leaves, blocking the sand blowing on the wings of the dead butterfly. The dead-leaf butterfly suddenly felt at ease, stood on the fig and waved its wings, saying sweetly, "Thank you!" " "

Fig said softly, "Nothing. You are welcome to come at any time, my friend. "

The butterfly with dead leaves stroked the fruit of fig, and my heart suddenly warmed up.

In the future, dead-leaf butterflies will fly to figs every day. Sometimes I will come to suck some fresh dew, sometimes I will lie on the fig tree to bask in the warm sun, and more often I will whisper to the fig tree: about the busy life of the neighboring ants under the tree, about the interesting things about butterflies flying, about the tree.

The wonderful world outside the forest ... figs always listen with relish, and often fantasize that they have a pair of beautiful wings and fly freely under the vast sky ... what a happy thing it will be!

One day, the dead-leaf butterfly wiped her tears on the fig. She told the fig that she would go to a warm place for the winter, otherwise the cold winter would come and she would not exist.

Fig sighed lightly and said, "Go ahead, my friend. I hope we can meet again next spring."

The dead-leaf butterfly said, "Well, maybe … I can wait a few more days."

The cold north wind blows, and the leaves of the fig tree gradually fall into the soil. The dead-leaf butterfly hid in the fig, and her wings trembled in the cold wind. Fig's heart tightened and said, "fly away, I will always remember you!" " "

The dead butterfly shrugged and said with a smile, "Well, just wait a few days ..."

The north wind is getting stronger and stronger, the sky is filled with dense fog, and it seems that a thick layer of frost has condensed in the air. The leaves of the fig tree are scattered all over the floor, and the fig fruit falls off one by one. Finally, there was only one fig, whose water had evaporated almost, and the shriveled epidermis became more and more serious.

His hair wrinkled, but he still held on to the branches so that the dead butterfly could lie firmly on him.

The fig said, "Do you know? The first time I saw you, I had no idea you were a butterfly. I thought it was just a dead leaf that fell on me occasionally. "

The dead-leaf butterfly said, "Do you know? The first time I saw you, I didn't know you were a legendary fig. I thought you were just a green fruit. "

Fig blinked and said, "Your dance is great, your flying posture is beautiful, and I like everything about you!" " "

The butterfly shook its tentacles and said, "Your arms are the warmest, your juice is the sweetest, and I like everything about you!" " "

The cold wind roared, one after another. They are still talking happily, but their voices are getting lighter and smaller. ...

Finally, the fig fell from the sky feebly, and the dead butterfly still clung to him. They clung to Mother Earth's arm.

The next spring, a small sapling grew next to the fig tree. The saplings grow bigger and bigger in the sun, and grow taller and taller. Strangely, every leaf has a dead leaf-like pattern, which is beautiful, beautiful.