仲春的花园，一簇枝叶繁茂 ，且花枝娇艳的月季从，一枝月季下，悬吊着一粒洁白的蝶蛹。风中 ，蝶蛹微微，日暖阳曛，春光无限 ，一只彩蝶，就在这如花的园中，经过炼狱般的羽化，终于破茧而出 ，变成了一只色彩缤纷，舞姿翩跹的彩蝶 。
蝶在花丛间轻盈的飞舞，自在的休憩。饿了就吞几口醇香的花蜜 ，渴了就吸两口甘甜的露水。无忧无虑，自由自在的在阳光下，花丛里 ，尽情享受着无边的快乐 。
日复一日，幼蝶日渐茁壮。双翼舒美，色彩斑斓。每一次临风起舞 ，都称得上是大自然里最华美的惊艳 。每一段舞姿，都堪称世间最美的华章。一日，蝶在花间嬉戏 ，嗅见一种让自己心动的味道，循味寻去，发现了另一只同自己长的一样的蝴蝶。
爱很简单 ，在一起快乐，就是爱的初体验，也是爱的真谛 。
一次美丽的邂逅 ，足以成就一段绝美爱恋。一次倾心，就足以令爱刻骨铭心。两只蝴蝶自此开始形影不离，同栖同飞 ，恩爱缠绵 。虽然相互深爱，却不肯海誓山盟，只因他们知道 ，用心过快乐每一天，比每天不快乐的说一千遍誓言更重要。
美好的时光总是很短暂，一日狂风袭来 ，暴雨连天。两只彩蝶，无处可逃，于是，蝶展开双翅 ，让自己心爱的蝶在自己翼下避雨，不料风吹折一段枯枝，将他的蝶衣撕裂 。风雨过后 ，他在地上奄奄一息，她守护在他身旁，不肯离去。
爱是什么 ，爱其实就是一种担当。他已不再能舒翅翩跹，而她深知他是为了爱所伤 。于是，他让她相忘于江湖 ，她却坚信相濡以沫。她为他含露采蜜，坚守身旁。虽然她也不肯独自起舞，蝶的心里 ，却始终把那比翼双飞的快乐时光，当成了相守的希望 。
蝶的生命很短，数日过后，两只蝶 ，睡在了一起，身边落满了被风吹落的月季的花瓣，就如同一场花瓣雨 ，将这对彩蝶之魂埋葬。
Zhongchun's garden, a clustered leaves, and the gods of the flower branches were from the moon, and a white butterfly is hung. In the wind, the butterfly is slightly, the sun is warm, the spring is infinite, one color butterfly, in this garden, after the purgatory feather, finally break, become a colorful, dance Cruise.
Butterfly is lightly flying in the flowers, and resting comfortably. When you are hungry, you will swallow a few alcoholic nectar. Carefree, freely in the sun, the flowers, enjoy the unilateral happiness.
Day, the young butterfly is growing. Double wing is beautiful, colorful. Every time the wind dances, it is called the most gorgeous amazing in nature. Every dance is called the most beautiful Chinese chapter in the world. One day, the butterfly played in the flower, sniffing a taste of making his own heart, looking for the other as the same butterfly as yours.
邂逅 fate, you can make life perfect in life.
Love is very simple, happiness together is the first experience of love, and it is also the true meaning of love.
A beautiful embarrassment is enough to achieve a beautiful love. Once, it is enough to make love. Two butterflies have begun to leave, the same is to fly, and lingering. Although I love each other, I don't know how to swear, I only know how to be happy, and I am more important than a thousand passions than every day.
Beautiful time is always very short, the wind is coming, the rain is in the sky. Two color butterflies, there is nowhere to escape, so, but the butterfly is spreading, let the butterfly love to avoid the rain under their wings, unexpected wind blowing a dead branch, and torn his butterfly. After the wind and rain, he was dying on the ground. She guarded him next to him and she would not leave.
What love is, love is actually a responsibility. He is no longer a comfortable, and she knows that he is hurt for love. So he let her forget the rivers and lakes, but she firmly believes in each other. She contains him to pick honey, she holds her body. Although she doesn't want to dance alone, but the heart of the butterfly, I always put the happiness than the wing flying, as a hope.
The life of the butterfly is very short, after a few days, two butterflies, sleeping together, the petals of the royal season that are blown by the wind, just like a petal rain, will this pairThe soul is buried.
Who is eager, some people are willing to reach out of the wings in front of the wind and rain. However, when the wings are injured, there are several beautiful beauty that can stay with the disturbance, but not sad.
Love is a butterfly that will never perfect.
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