If I am of a renascence butterfly, volant below the rising sun, reflection gives aureate ray, go gradually gradually far ……
假如我是一只重生的蝶，在朝阳下展翅，折射出金色的光芒，渐行渐远……
—— preface
——题记
I am flying, cross the woods and flower, cross mountains and rivers-land and river. What do you want not to want to know I saw? Buzzing bee, the running water of Chan Chan, shady forest, the little bridge of wooden color. bird is in forest vocal, flower blossoms below sunshine. Good not lively. Well, why to notice me without the person? Left look, right look. Original, I stop halt was in between the beautiful flowers like me.
我在飞，穿过树林和花间，越过山川和河流。你想不想知道我看见了什么？嗡嗡的蜜蜂，潺潺的流水，成荫的林木，木色的小桥。鸟儿在林间歌唱，花儿在阳光下绽放。好不热闹。咦，为什么没有人注意到我呢？左看看，右看看。原来，我停驻在了与我一样的美丽的花丛间。
I am flying, cross arbor and sweet camphor tree. 10 thousand green in, see that share out bonus. Conspicuous however not enthusiastic. On needle of carry on one's shoulder, 9 dragonfly establish above, see only on the side have springlet to flowing in light delay ground. “ the mouth of spring is silent brook brooklet, shade illuminates Shui Aiqing soft, small carry on one's shoulder just shows pointed pointed character, early dragonfly establishs above ” . Good the drawing with a quiet composition. There is two fish trifling matter clearly in water at meantime. Why is there a butterfly in water? Original, that is my inverted image.
我在飞，越过乔木与香樟。万绿中，看那一抹分红。引人注目却又不热烈。荷尖上，一两只蜻蜓立上头，只见旁边有道小泉在轻缓地流着。“泉眼无声溪细流，树阴照水爱晴柔，小荷才露尖尖角，早有蜻蜓立上头”。好一幅作文静谧的图画。水中清晰地见着两只鱼儿戏于其间。为什么水中有一只蝴蝶？原来，那是我的倒影。
I am flying, had flown pond of carry on one's shoulder, the mountain forest when flying all along. Suddenly, a fallen leaves waves in me beside, seem is in fly violently, with me in all dance. I do not know, I present, whether to also mix are they same? Lost already in former days glorious? Shake shake one's head, never mind, because I am very happy. One, I should remember their appearance hard, resemble wanting to let them remember I am same.
我在飞，飞过了荷塘，飞向来时的山林。忽地，一片落叶飘在我身旁，好似在纷飞，与我共舞。我不知道，现在的我，是否也和他们一样呢？早已失去了昔日的光彩？摇摇头，不要紧，因为我很快乐。一片一片，我努力要记得它们的样子，就像想让它们记住我一样。
I am flying, fly between white heaven and earth. That is my firstborn place. Snow had stopped, can not stop cold, the setting sun only the Yu Wen of remnant also is gobbled up to get completely by frost snow. Directive, I see the ground of my renascence. Bluestone of a cupreous still is over there, seem to waiting for me to go back. The chill in my heart was broken up, those who replace is warm. Resembling is like coming home, I closed double eye …… slowly
我在飞，飞在白色的天地间。那是我初生的地方。雪已经停止了，可止不住寒冷，残阳仅剩的余温也被霜雪吞噬得一干二净。指导，我看见我的重生之地。一块铜色的青石依然在那里，好像在等我回去。我心中的寒冷被驱散了，取而代之的是温暖。像是回家一样，我慢慢闭上了双眼……
If I am,fly to those who cross the four seasons only butterfly, return in snow of rain of hardships of a journey or of one's life. Whether do you wish to be my tarry bluestone of that one party, good let me be in tired when, rest ……
假如我是一只飞过四季的蝶，在风霜雨雪中归来。你是否愿为我留住那一方青石，好让我在累了的时候，歇一歇……
—— is adscript
——后记(文/黄慧星)