This is an ordinary park. I sat on an ordinary bench, enjoying the shade from an ordinary big tree next to me. Inadvertently, I turned my head and saw a trembling pupa-a beautiful butterfly about to break out of its cocoon. I looked at the pupa nervously, and Fluttershy inside tried to break free. I don't know how long it took. Fluttershy finally emerged from the cocoon and saw the dawn. It continued to struggle and tremble, while I was secretly cheering for Fluttershy. As time went by, Fluttershy finally broke out of its cocoon, spread its purple wings and flew to the distant sky and its unpredictable happiness. I watched Fluttershy leave and smiled. It was Fluttershy's persistent belief when he came out of the cocoon that made him happy to fly. This is also a kind of beauty!

2. the beauty of help-on the bus

The bus has arrived. I felt anxious when I saw the bus. I must catch the bus anyway, or I'll be late! I thought, speeding up the running. Finally, at the last moment when the bus was about to leave, I got on the bus. I was glad that the conductor had come to me, so I quickly rummaged through my pockets. No money! You must have run away just now! I am sweating with anxiety. what can I do? Suddenly, I heard a voice say, "I help this little girl pay the money." Then a pair of wrinkled hands held a coin and handed it to the conductor. I turned around and saw an old man with white hair and beard. I quickly said, "Thank you so much!" "Grandpa smiled and said," you're welcome. "-help is also a kind of beauty!