早上,一只白色蝴蝶翩翩在人行道上空飞翔。它飞得不高,刚刚过了行人头顶;它飞得不快,所以在我目光中忽上忽下了一分钟。然后,它忽然转向加速,越过了整条马路,飞向了我所未知的领地。在粉尘如淡雾的空气里,它更像一小片有点脏的纸屑。然而,它有翅膀,它在按自己的想法飞翔。驾驭纸屑的,只是一阵又一阵的风。 In the morning, a white butterfly flutters over the sidewalk. It did not fly high and just passed the pedestrian’s head; it flew unpleasantly, so it turned up and down for a minute in my eyes. Then it suddenly turned to speed up, across the road and into a territory I did not know. In dusty misty air, it is more like a small piece of dirty paper. However, it has wings, it is flying according to their own ideas. Control the paper dust, but the wind burst after another.