Break the cocoon and become a butterfly

I'm a caterpillar. Fate is doomed to me is so ugly, doomed to my life to bear the ridicule of others, but I am not willing to: how can I live my life in the ridicule of others? I once heard my old grandmother say that we can change into beautiful butterflies. Only, it will take seventy-seven forty-nine days of suffering. If survive the seven seven forty-nine days, even sit a caterpillar qualifications are not enough, because at this time we will be like the fall leaves in the autumn wind. So the cautious old grandmother chose to be a caterpillar: she knew she wouldn't survive.

Had it not been for the ant, I might have opted for a life of mediocrity like my grandmother's: I feared I would not survive. That day, I was under the leaves to enjoy the cool, an ant approached my "nest", when he finally saw me, he laughed and went away, a harsh word through the wind blew into my ears: "Ha ha, I did not think there is such an ugly animal in the world, I thought it was rotten leaf root." At that moment, I cried for the first time, crying very sad.

After crying, I made an incredible decision for the whole family: I want to become a butterfly! Love my family took turns to convince me, but whenever my heart is about to soft down, the ant that harsh laughter will again and again echoed in my ears, about to give up I once again firm their faith. Finally, forced by the family agreed to my request, my father for me to choose a place with plenty of sunshine. He sighed and said, "If you think it through, you'd better go home. Family will never abandon you." I shook my head. "No, I'm not looking back." "Not everyone doesn't trust you," Mom worried. I silently made up my mind: I want to become a butterfly!

Under the great pressure of my family and the outside world, I still refused to give in: even if I died, I would have no regrets, after all, I had worked hard for it.

I spin silk and wrap myself tightly around the cocoon. This is "tying oneself in knots," I thought. Every day that followed, I had to shed my thick skin, and every time I shed my skin, the wrenching pain made me wish I were dead. Several times, I fainted in pain, but I always continued to shed my skin after I woke up. The pain was so great that I didn't have time to think about anything else. I didn't even have the time or energy to think about whether it was worth it. I kept thinking: Hang in there, I'm going to get through this!

Seven seven forty-nine days arrived, the last molt. This is the success or failure of transforming butterflies. Many brothers and sisters through so many times before the pain, but finally lost in the key to the butterfly, it is all deeply regrettable. I was shaking violently, my insides churning up and down. I feel like my body is frying in a frying pan, hot, hot; And seemed to creep in a mountain of knives, suffering so much pain with every movement; It was like walking in a sea of fire. The flames all around me made me unbearable. The pain was killing me. Finally, I shed the skin behind my tail and gave it a try: wings, the gorgeous wings of my dreams! Joy let me boil, I rushed out of the confinement of my forty-nine days of thick cocoon, outside in the bright sunshine dancing my colorful wings: ha, how beautiful!

Now, I can proudly shout to the sky: I am no longer an ugly caterpillar, I become a beautiful butterfly! But I owe more to the ant. Although I used to hate him, I have to admit that his ridicule stirred up the fighting spirit in me, and became my unceasing motivation to keep going. This enabled me to be born again in forty-nine days of pain, and to break the cocoon into a butterfly.

Sometimes, challenge the pain that fate wants you to admit, and turn it into an unyielding force that will inspire you to keep going. From the experience of a caterpillar breaking out of its cocoon into a butterfly, can you understand its understanding?