Copy 1: There is a new transfer student in Baidie's class.
The girl who appeared inexplicably in her tree a few days ago became her deskmate.
The girl smiled at her.
"Hello, I'm Jiu. What's your name?"
"White Butterfly."
"Hello, Butterfly."
(In the end, the girl was abducted home by her)
Copy 2: The fragrance of osmanthus can stay for a long time if you get it.
Because I hope the osmanthus tree dances for a long time and flows with gold, and the warm fragrance lingers on my clothes forever.
If the wind blows away the clouds and the flowers disappear in the sky,
I stood at the bottom of the tree, staring into the distance, leaving you with my heart.
If new butterflies are replaced every year, how will the new butterflies remember their old appearance?
——Sigh Now, the flowers have fallen back to the earth, the colorful wings have disappeared, and the lingering fragrance is left in the air to guide the way back.
[This is a story about butterflies and flowers]
Mission: All things have animism and all living beings are equal