When I was very young, I liked to go to the park to pick my favorite flowers. I also like to go back to my hometown and fly fireflies with my friends at night; I also like to come to the farmland and catch tadpoles everywhere with glass bottles; However, the flowers I pick always wither in my arms; The firefly I jumped on died silently in my palm forever; The tadpoles I catch always suffocate in my bottle when I am not careful. In this way, I broke a sweet soul, I snuffed out a blue lamp, I strangled a living thing ... In this way, I wantonly destroyed or hurt these little living things, and I arbitrarily held things that did not belong to me in my hand ... until one day, a blue butterfly floated into my window and used my flowered skirt as a garden, flying around me. I was fascinated by its amazing beauty. I netted it with a net pole, and took a closer look: its beautiful wings, from shallow to deep sapphire blue, are inlaid with various dots of yellow and black, like jumping notes on the sea, shiny and bright. By comparing the descriptions in the book, I conclude that this must be a masterpiece of a butterfly. I took a big bottle and put it in, only to see it constantly flapping its wings, desperately trying to get rid of this sudden "Skynet". However, soon, it was exhausted and had to do its best to make a final struggle. Finally, it stopped moving. I quickly took it out of the bottle and kept touching it anxiously. However, it can't play anymore. It sold jade meteorites ... I wrapped them in white paper with regret and regret, and prepared to bury them under the pot of "red day by day". When its grave was dug up, I couldn't bear to put it in the dust. I want to bookmark it, reminding me that many things are lost before I know how to cherish them. After understanding these truths, I began to re-examine everything around me. The flowers on the roadside are still charming and lovely. In the past, I'm afraid I would have taken it off and torn it off one by one. Now, I can do nothing but stand in front of it and appreciate this petite and lovely flower carefully. Because, I know, flower is also a small life, and her beauty blooms not only for me, but also for nature! I can't let others never appreciate her cuteness, just to get its short-lived beauty. I learned to cherish!
Now, no matter in society, school or school, I begin to pay attention to everything around me. Oh, no, not just paying attention, but cherishing! Including affection, teacher-student relationship and classmate friendship, we should not sacrifice these precious feelings because of our willfulness and impulsiveness. No matter what it is, don't wait until it is lost to know how to cherish it!