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The wind is cold, the leaves are fluttering, and winter is coming. She hasn't found a home, a home of her own. Now, I still remember what my mother said in my mind: Son, come back when you are wronged! Mom's words are so warm. A cool breeze blew and my wings contracted consciously. Accidentally fell on a nearby leaf.

Uncle said in a hoarse voice, "Son, why don't you go home?" It's windy outside "

Mother said, "Uncle, I want to find my own home. I don't want to be with my parents."

Uncle Shu sighed, "son, it's not that easy outside. Wait until you grow up! " "

Mother said, "I have grown up. It has always been my dream to go out for a walk. I want to build a new warm home by my own efforts. "

Uncle Shu sighed again: "Well, good luck!" "

"Thank you uncle! I will succeed. " The wings of the moth agitator left.

Seeing that winter is getting closer, moths are homesick. It's too cold outside. I looked at my scarred and fragmented body, but my reason told me that I couldn't go home. After so many years, I have survived myself. I shouldn't just give up. I have been away from home for a long time. I still remember when I was born, the stars were holding the moon. She is the little princess at home, and everyone is very happy. Mother held herself in her arms, everyone was around, many people, a big room. Although I don't remember what my mother's arms are like now and how warm they are, that warmth is what I have been pursuing. I really want to stay in that warm home, but every time I think of those unhappy, I let myself escape further.

Hiding in the corner of a cave, the little moth remembered the experience of these months. Sensitive since childhood, she often enclosed herself in the' sky' she conceived, giving her family a warm smile and a cold heart, so leaving became the only choice. I still remember that at the beginning, bees and flies all said that they were like hedgehogs and always looked at people coldly. Hedgehog looks more like himself, but now he has no thorns. Thorns were pulled out as early as when he was greedy for warmth.

I still remember that a few days before I left home, my brother and I met a toad while playing on the roadside. Actually, I've seen it before Toad's home is close to moth's home. The toad moth said that she bought a delicious ice pick from the frog's mother-in-law and wanted to give it to the moth. The moth and her brother followed the toad to the small temple by the roadside. Toad said the moth would go in and get it, and his brother was waiting outside. The moth followed the toad in. Unexpectedly, as soon as she went in, the toad grabbed the moth's right wing and smashed it against the wall. The little moth looked at toad innocently, and toad said it was to prevent the moth from getting sick like her great-grandfather. However, as the moth grew up, she found that the injury made her afraid to fly high, and it hurt every time she spread her wings. But the moth didn't tell her parents. She didn't want them to worry. So, the moth began her personal journey.

Just as she left home, the little moth made a friend. He was as bright as the sun and walked a long way with each other. He is a bee, buzzing around the little moth, playing with her and looking for sunshine and flowers together. Children often bully moths, and bees buzz away, leaving moths with a pure land. Thinking of those days, the moth's face raised a bright smile. Bees are like-minded and want to find a sky of their own. In the days together, the moth opened her heart for the first time and the sun shone through. Bees convince themselves that they are still excellent. Even though their right wing still hurts when flying, they still persist. Later, the moth left the bee, because the place it was looking for was only known to itself and only by itself.

One day, the moth met the eagle. Her deep eyes will never be forgotten. She was deeply attracted by it. That kind of eyes makes people feel unexpectedly quiet and intoxicated. The moth told the eagle that she wanted to see the blue sky outside with him. Finally, the eagle refused. He said, "I'm used to being alone, and I just want to travel alone. And I don't want to hurt anyone, so I can't even be a friend. " Mother nodded disappointedly: "Let's be friends, but you must remember me!" " "Indeed, the moth and the eagle are good friends now. After flying for so many years, the moth thought it was right not to follow the eagle at first. Over the years, no matter where the eagle is, I still remember that little moth.

On the day of leaving home forever, the moth met the yellowbird, and the moth appreciated the wisdom of the yellowbird. Yellowbird's aloof, he often thinks he is smart and uninhibited, which is the most appropriate description of yellowbird. Moths are also aloof, but this aloofness is caused by injury. In this way, two self-righteous guys came together to find their own happiness. They thought that the pursuit of * * * and similar personality would make each other go further, but I didn't expect this similarity to make each other go further. Finally, the moth chose to leave the yellowbird early. The yellowbird is too proud to find warmth in herself. But getting along with the yellowbird has made the moth take a big step in life, an irreparable wrong step, unforgettable and lifelong regret.

After leaving home, I can finally stay away from my hometown. This time, the moth left without hesitation.

The outside world is wonderful and cruel. The moth often grieves alone, but she still insists on her choice. In the days outside, the moth made many good friends. They all take care of moths like sisters. Moths also meet mosquitoes. Mosquitoes especially like moths. He wants to protect moths and give them the warmth they want. But moths don't like mosquitoes. Although they appreciate the love of mosquitoes, their own thorns hurt mosquitoes all over. Mosquitoes can't give moths the kind of inner vibration they want, and they can't let moths give up who they used to be, and really love people around them and themselves. Mosquitoes hate moths because they are cruel. Finally, the mosquito left angrily.

In fact, before the mosquito left her, the moth met the butterfly, and the butterfly danced among the flowers. The elegance, purity and happiness of butterflies are all liked by moths. Since then, there has been another moth among the flowers. In the game "Flowers, Happy and Sweet Life", moths feel very happy. Suddenly, the thorn is gone, there is no thorn, and the rest is just a sweet smile. Mother told her former friends that she was very happy to have butterflies, and the days with butterflies were the kind of warm happiness she was looking for. One day, the moth was very sad because the butterfly said, "Let's part. You are not my favorite. I want to find my other China moth, not a butterfly. Without its beautiful wings, it will never be the' flower' in the butterfly's heart. However, that warmth, which is warmer than the mother's arms, will always be a thing of the past. The moth is very sad, angry, painful and hateful, but helpless. Moths also want to destroy butterflies. He made himself so sad. He gave up stubbornness and pulled out all the thorns for him, but he treated himself like this. However, in any case, I just can't bear it, just a person's pain.

I vaguely remember that when I was about to go out, my mother said to me, "Daughter, don't lust after the warmth of fire. Being close will make you dumbfounded. " Yes, that kind of warmth will make you dumbfounded. Now I have passed myself, there is no tomorrow and no hope. Working hard and thinking about mother's love, the moth overcame herself and struggled out of the pain. The moth drifted by in a trance on the way to find a dream and saw the grasshopper in the sun. The moth stopped, and the joy in the field reminded her of her mother's warm arms. The grasshopper said, "The moth stays and we live together." Quiet days are actually not quiet, and moths will never forget butterflies. Sure enough, one day, the butterfly came and the moth left hesitantly.

Butterflies are fire, and moths would rather put out the fire than live. The days with butterflies are the happiest in her life, but the days with grasshoppers are the quietest in her life. However, after passing the moth of the grasshopper, I was surprised to find that the butterfly is so beautiful and I am so humble. It's flowering season, and butterflies are busy in the flowers, but moths don't want to live in the flowers because the flowers are full of beautiful butterflies. Although butterflies often greet moths and care about them, moths are tired, and the wound on their right wings is deeper and they can't fly high. Moths can't hurt butterflies, let alone in this harvest season, so she chose silence. After all, the butterfly is looking for the "flower" in his heart, and the moth also wishes him all the best and happiness forever. The moth left, with deep blessing to the butterfly, and left. Find your own way, moths still have to find that warmth.

In the cave, a cold wind blew, so cold that it awakened the memory of moths. Lights are brightly lit in the distance, moths are fascinated, and orange is as soft as sunshine. Mom, I'm sorry. My daughter loves you, but can't give you love. I will be your clever daughter in the next life and repay your kindness. The moth, with tears in her eyes, flapped her wings and flew to the warm ocean without hesitation. Along the way, the wound on the right wing finally bled, and the moth plunged into the fire with hatred for toads, blessings for relatives and friends, and attachment to butterflies and grasshoppers. Trembling in an instant, the wind blowing and the dust flying.

In the distance, Uncle Shu sighed heavily: "Why are you so stubborn?" .

There is a star twinkling in the night sky. Oh, it's a moth "Uncle Shu, I am very happy because I am free and I am loyal to my choice."