That year, the butterfly was still small, and I thought I had grown up. Looking at her eyes that were red from crying, I told her that I would help her fly across the sea that belonged to her. Butterfly nodded, maybe she didn't know what I said, just like I didn't know what I said.
The seven-year-old Butterfly has become very beautiful. She likes bows. The big bow on her head always makes me recognize her at a glance. She said, "Brother Muzi, is the place where you want to fly Butterfly called Canghai? But where is it?"
I don't know where the sea is. I only know that someone once said that a butterfly cannot fly across the sea, so I just said that I would take her to fly across it.
Butterflies are beautiful, almost magical.
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