The best view

The best view

On the table in my room, there is a beautiful butterfly specimen stored. It is like a fluttering fairy, framing an elegant and charming posture. But sometimes I don't dare to look at it directly, because it always evokes the most beautiful and painful memories for me.

I once heard that time can erase all wounds. Indeed, when I think about those days that were positioned as the "end of the world", it was just our normal routine as students - failing exams and causing family strife. But it was during those days that I encountered the best scenery and gradually enjoyed the process of struggle and the gift of life.

When class finally ended, I took a long breath, organized my bag as always, and walked out of the classroom with my head buried. I let my feet roam, bringing my thoughts to infinite imagination. I imagined that I had gotten excellent grades and was free from this hardship and could do whatever I wanted from my heart.

Just as I was thinking about the joyfulness, an urgent shout suddenly came from behind me: "Wang Jiaqi, there is a hornet beside you!" My thoughts were immediately brought back to reality, and I instinctively ran to the side, stopping only when I looked at the hornet flying away. After turning to thank my classmates, I reached up and wiped the cold sweat off my forehead, still in shock.

It took me a while to calm down. When I looked around again, I was amazed that there were such beautiful flowers near the school! What was even more surprising was that a few butterflies were flying by the flowers from time to time. They call their friends and dance, showing their graceful bodies without stint. Looking at them, I remembered the famous quote by Nietzsche: Every day that does not dance is a disappointment in life. This is a truth that all lives in the world understand. My heart rippled for a moment, and it turned out that life is not only about exams, but also about quietly enjoying the beauty of nature!

In the days that followed, I began to try to enjoy the process of every struggle and cherish every opportunity to communicate with my parents. Gradually I found that suffering and exhaustion faded from my life, and life began to become splendid and colorful.

Another time the bell rang, my friends and I packed our bags and walked out of the school with laughter. Once again, I ran to the flowers with great anticipation. Everything looked no different, the brightly colored flowers, the fragrant air, and a few charming butterflies. But I could see clearly: a dead butterfly was lying under a tree in full bloom. It looked very calm and seemed to be still in its life-fluttering posture. It is "as gorgeous as a summer flower, dead as a quiet beauty of autumn leaves" ah. I squatted down and held it reverently, like a treasure. All the way home, I walked with extra care.

Later, I read in a book that the life cycle of butterflies is only a week to a month, but they can interpret the beauty of life to the utmost. Comparatively speaking, humans have many opportunities to make life more exciting! Many times, why do we have to trap ourselves in the so-called suffering that can not be extricated?

The best scenery can hit the human soul, just like the group of butterflies flying by the flowers and this one that became a specimen on my table.