Only what you can't think of, nothing you can't do

In all the best of times, there are flashes of all of us.

Once upon a time there was a little wild dog, who lived alone in the corner.

Occasionally, when he saw a butterfly fly past, the part of his heart that wasn't dead would tremble a little. The pattern on those wings caught his eye, and just as it was about to be engraved into his soul, it flew and flew and flew away.

The little wild dog crept in the mud and water, with the shade of trees above his head, and the rain was cold and hit his body like a painful beating. He could only lick himself, and when the sun came out, he shrank into a hole, and then poked his head out randomly to say hello to everyone. Everyone laughed and said, "The little wild dog is so dirty.

The butterfly floated to his head and said, "Play with me." The little wild dog looked at her blankly and said, "I can't fly."

The butterfly said, "It's okay, I'll fly with you, I'll fly with you, you try."

The little wild dog shouted: "Hi yo!" A jump of three feet high, the air can not stay, "thump" fell to the ground, broke a few ribs.

Many dogs ran wildly, yelling: "Find the bones, find the bones, slow down and no food."

The little wild dog cautiously said to the butterfly, "I'll go find some bones first, it's no fun to die of hunger."

The butterfly said, "Okay, you run faster, grab the bones, I help you carry, so more than others to grab."

The little wild dog nodded hard and ran with a limp. His legs hurt when he ran, but he was so happy that he sang while he ran.

Before long, the sky suddenly blew wind and thunder. The little wild dog thought to himself, "How terrible, I'm going to die in the wilderness before I can grab a bone.

The butterfly flew in his ear and said, "Come on, come on, let's go grab the bones."

The little wild dog was in pain and sad, his face smiled happily and said, "Yes, butterfly, let's all go grab the bones together from now on."

After running for a while, the little wild dog fell into a large mud pit, the sewage poured, and in a flash it flooded his neck.

Little wild dog too late to cry, just struggling to look up at the butterfly, and then desperately jump. He jumped and jumped, but could not fly, how can not jump out. He was afraid that the butterfly was anxious, so he laughed and shouted, "I'm out, I'm almost out!"

Because he was jumping too violently and too often, his voice sounded ridiculous.

The butterfly retracted her wings and stopped at the mud pit. She stared at the ugly little wild dog very seriously for a while and said, "Are we really going to grab bones together later?"

The little wild dog nodded vigorously. He giggled and grinned, tears flowing out of his heart, roaming up from the depths of his memory, floating to the happiest space, and the resultant smile was salty.

The butterfly tugged at his ears, fluttered his wings, and pulled and pulled with all his might.

The butterfly's wings were wet.

The little wild dog looked distressed, pounced, paws lying on the edge of the pit.

The stupid little wild dog called: "Let's grab a bone, let's grab a bone!"

The butterfly let go of him.

The world lost its color in a flash.

The butterfly said, "My wings were broken a long time ago, so it doesn't matter if they are broken again as long as they can save you."

The little wild dog said, "Grab the bones to grab the bones to go."

In fact, he was thinking, even if you don't want the bones, you can't let the butterfly's wings shatter.

The butterfly said, "You will definitely have a lot of bones in the future, and by then, you will not be a little wild dog. I wish I could see that day sooner."

The little wild dog said, "Go get the bones and get the bones."

In fact, he was thinking, "Let's grab a bone together. In this sentence, I love not the object, but the gerund.

It's not the bones I love, it's together.

A huge rain swooped down.

The butterfly suddenly flew up, circled a few times and left.

The moment she left, tears fell from her eyes.

From the sky of rain, the little wild dog clearly distinguished, which is her tears.

The tears fell on its wounded ribs, "squeak squeak" hot.

The little wild dog was silent and finally climbed out of the pit. He also did not shake off all the water, and moved back to the original place.

The original place, no butterfly is flying.

The little wild dog can't fly either.

The little wild dog does not shake off all the water, because there are still the tears on his body.

So he was cold, but did not move.

The little wild dog thought, butterfly, the little wild dog not only miss you, but also want to go with you to grab the bones, whether grabbed or not, to be together.

He did not have a butterfly, only a tear of the butterfly.

Memories can not be erased, but slowly pile up. The years take you to the poker table, and the bet is on yourself.

You can also get a good idea of what to expect. The actual fact is that you will be able to get a lot more than just a few of these. The actual fact is that you will find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time. You are silent, I will accompany you not to say a word. You laugh, I will accompany you to the mountains and the sea.

You are aging, I accompany you full of sores. You run away, I accompany you into the night hidden. You leave, I can only wait.

There is no good chance to say "goodbye" to you, and I will never see you again. It is more sad than happiness, more distant than meeting, more fragile than strong, more quiet than leaving.

One day, I will have to put on my backpack and board the ship. Not the steel beast, just a very small raft. I will try to tie up the weak sails, and hope you can see a little distant white.

Maybe once in a while you can gaze at it in the deep universe.

That would let me know that you landed safely in another land, singing and laughing, and we can no longer remember what it means to be despondent.