我垂着头无声地走在花园里,阳光柔柔地照在我身上,就像母亲正轻声细语地安慰着我。风,轻轻地拂着我的身子,带来了远方油菜花芬香的问候。我心中的那片忧郁乌云,却始终存在着,因为我的画始终没有妈妈画得漂亮,我想放弃了。周围美好的一切,由于我的心情而变得灰暗、静寂。春天,已经失去了它亮丽的色彩和清脆的语调。咦,那里是什么东西?我突然从眼角瞥到了一个闪烁不断的东西。走上前定睛一看,原来是一只白蝴蝶。它在一只狭小的矿泉水瓶里,似乎并不明白方才还游 I walked silent in the garden, the sun shone softly upon me, just as my mother was comforting me softly. Wind, gently blowing my body, brought a distant fragrance of rapeseed greeting. The melancholy cloud in my heart always existed because my painting was never painted beautiful by my mother and I wanted to give up. All around the beautiful, because of my mood and become gray, quiet. Spring has lost its bright colors and crisp intonation.咦, what is there? I suddenly glanced from the corner of a glittering things. Go forward and take a closer look, turned out to be a white butterfly. It is in a small bottle of mineral water, does not seem to understand that just had to travel