你是我的一本书

一抹阳光照耀下畸形的翅膀，正脆弱的震颤着飞舞。——题记

是午后，我透着玻璃懒懒的望着窗外的天空，昏昏沉沉的天，一如昏昏沉沉的我。

远处一只蝴蝶翩然而至，它忽而旋转，忽而冲刺，高傲的舞动着那对华丽漂亮的翅膀。我知道那是它荣耀的印记。它似乎发现了我，于是便踏着妖娆的舞步向我飞来。

但，它却撞上了厚厚的玻璃，没有发出一点声音。当我回神拉开窗户时，它已苟延残喘，是了，它大概活不久了，即使活下，也无法飞舞了，它脆弱的翅膀无法抵抗厚重的玻璃，断了。我扫了眼那因断折而变得畸形的翅膀，看着它抖了抖，就不动了，我叹了口气。便继续仰望天空，这次我却没有关窗。

天越来越沉，压得人喘不过气。我的视线又飘到了哪只蝴蝶上，突然，我感觉到了那双翅膀又动了，惊讶的揉了揉眼，视线凝在那双畸形的翅膀上。

那只蝴蝶细微颤抖着，用它唯一能动的一只脚轻挠着翅膀，一下一下，慢慢的细致的虔诚的。过了很久，它停下来了，我以为它要放弃。却看它慢慢的用那只脚支撑着身体，抬起了躯体，它抖了抖翅膀，慢慢的扬起，又闭合，很久后又扬起，又闭合，一下一下，仿佛用尽了所有力气，它又停了下了。这次它连那只脚都无法抬起。

突然，我觉的脸上湿湿地，抬头才发现，外面经下起了雨，雨点砸在蝴蝶的翅膀上，对于筋疲力尽的它无疑是雪上加霜。它彻底不动了。

终于雨停了，我看向窗外蝴蝶，那可怜的小东西被雨水打的湿淋淋的。我几乎确定他再也不能动了，一种悲伤迷漫开来。我收回了视线，再也不愿向外看了。

蓦然间，一道黑影飞过我眼前。竟是哪只蝴蝶，它抖着沾满水珠的曲折的翅膀，吃力的飞着。飞向窗外的天空，它依然踏着他的舞步，一如他来时那样。阳光拨开厚厚的云层，照耀着那双畸形的翅膀，恍惚间，我觉得那对畸形翅膀闪烁着金光。那对闪着金光竟比他飞来时的翅膀更加华丽夺目。

良久，我收回目光。那样的一瞬，谱写命运的书卷在我的眼前翻开了它全新的一页，诠释着截然不同的奥秘。折翼的蝴蝶，你是我最美的一本书，是你教会我在坚强的意志面前，苦难的命运是多么不堪一击。是你让我明白，不愿去拼搏的懒散的我是多么无知可笑。

你是我的一本书，一本抒写坚强拼搏与抵抗命运的书

英语翻译

A ray of sunlight shone on the deformed wings, which were fluttering fragilely with tremors. --Inscription

In the afternoon, I was looking lazily at the sky outside the window through the glass, the drowsy sky was just like the drowsy me.

A butterfly approached in the distance, it whirled, sprinted, and proudly fluttered its gorgeous and beautiful wings. I know that is the mark of its glory. It seemed to have found me, so it flew towards me with enchanting dance steps.

However, it hit the thick glass without making a sound. When I returned to my senses and opened the window, it was already lingering, yes, it may not live long, even if it survived, it would not be able to fly, its fragile wings could not resist the heavy glass, and it broke. I glanced at the wing that was deformed due to the break, and watched it tremble and then stopped, I sighed. I continued to look up at the sky, but this time I did not close the window.

The sky was getting heavier and heavier, making it hard to breathe. My eyes drifted to which butterfly again, and suddenly, I felt the wings move again, rubbed my eyes in surprise, and focused on the deformed wings.

The butterfly trembled slightly, gently scratching its wings with its only movable foot, slowly, meticulously and devoutly. After a long time, it stopped and I thought it was going to give up. But watching it slowly supported its body with that foot, raised its body, it fluttered its wings, slowly raised it, closed it again, raised it again after a long time, closed it again, and it seemed to be exhausted. With all its strength, it stopped again. This time it couldn't even lift that foot.

Suddenly, my face was wet and wet, and when I looked up, I realized that it was raining outside, and the raindrops hit the butterfly's wings, which was undoubtedly aggravating the exhaustion. It doesn't move at all.

Finally the rain stopped, I looked out the window at the butterfly, the poor little thing was drenched by the rain. I'm almost sure he can't move anymore, and a sense of sadness creeps in. I looked away, not wanting to look out again.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flew in front of me. Which butterfly was it, it fluttered its zigzag wings covered in water droplets and struggled to fly. Flying to the sky outside the window, it was still following his dance steps, just like when he came. The sun pushed through the thick clouds and shone on the pair of deformed wings. In a trance, I felt that the pair of deformed wings shone with golden light. The pair of golden light was even more gorgeous and dazzling than the wings when he flew.

After a long time, I looked back. At that moment, the book that wrote the destiny opened a new page in front of my eyes, interpreting a completely different mystery. Butterfly with broken wings, you are my most beautiful book, you taught me how vulnerable the fate of suffering is in the face of a strong will. It's you who made me understand how ignorant and ridiculous I am who is lazy and unwilling to fight.

You are my book, a book about strong struggle and resistance to fate