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9月9日晴春暖花开。美妙得如幻如梦,就好像蝴蝶来过这个世界。麦子种下了,那片金黄的希冀,隐隐折射出农民的明天。一只蝴蝶缓缓飞过,牵起村人的目光,直至它飞到我的目光再也触及不到的地方,看着它远走的背影,心中莫名其妙地涌上一股惆怅的情愫,在心底泛滥。我不知为什么会有那样强烈的情感,是因为那个故事吗?不知是偶然还是冥冥之中的注定,在农村这片土地上的人们,开始爱上了那翩翩的蝴蝶。
September 9 Sunny spring flowers. Wonderful dreams, like a butterfly came to this world. Wheat planted, that piece of golden hope, a faint reflection of the peasant's tomorrow. A butterfly slowly flew, pulling the eyes of the village, until it flew to my gaze no longer reach the place, watching it away from the back, inexplicable heart filled with a melancholy feelings, in my heart flood. I do not know why there is so strong emotion, because of that story? Do not know accidental or somewhere destined, in this rural land on the people, began to fall in love with the elegant butterfly.