Deep autumn season, the maple leaf before the window grabs an eye redly, as if burning bunch bunch flame. In this brisk autumn wind, a bundle of in relief illumination took my bottom of the heart, warm I, touching me.
深秋时节，窗前的枫叶红的抢眼，仿佛燃烧着的簇簇火苗。在这凛冽的秋风里，一束阳光照进了我的心底，温暖着我，感动着我。
I sit before desk to looking at the autumnal scenery of cold and cheerless, suddenly a crasher has flown lightly before the window, scrutiny of my wirh fixed attention, it is so one butterfly! Its wing is shown cinnamon, there is faint macula above. In wind, it ases if to be worn by drag in of an iron chain, hold in the palm dragging, if look not carefully, really possible still as withered as what be furled by wind leaf confuse sth with sth else.
我坐在书桌前望着冷清的秋景，突然一位不速之客在窗前翩翩飞过，我凝神细看，原来是一只蝶！它的翅膀呈黄褐色，上面有隐约的黑点。在风中，它仿佛被一根铁链牵扯着，托拽着，若不仔细看，还真有可能与被风卷起的枯叶混为一谈。
I am busy open a window, greeted him. Bub wing is flapping feebly, fall on my book, be about to die. His companions maybe is gone, I am thinking, the life that is about to end for him feels regretful, . Pick up gently with handle gently the wing that removes it, put it in vitreous canister, think those who make him smooth and steady to spend this last time.
我忙打开窗户，将他迎了进来。小家伙翅膀无力地拍打着，落在我的书上，奄奄一息。他的同伴们兴许是死去了吧，我想着，为他即将结束的生命感到惋惜，。便用手轻轻拈起它的翅膀，将它放到玻璃罐里，想让他安稳的度过这最后的时光。
Butterfly fall in bottom. Making what I surprised is, it is spent and main open wing, however again second flat. I just understand, he is the confine that should flounce off this bottle! Likelihood? He endeavors to maintain a composition not to hit smooth bottle wall, the rise of little rises again, it seems that once on the body that vigor returns her afresh. My get rid of lives breath, instantly, he rushs to opening suddenly, dash against pane, fall in the window, no longer move.
蝶落在了瓶底。令我惊诧的是，它用尽全力张开翅膀，却又一次次的倒下。我才明白，他是要挣脱这瓶子的禁锢！可能吗？他尽力保持作文不去撞到光滑的瓶壁，一点点的上升再上升，似乎曾经的活力重新回到她的身上。我摒住呼吸，刹那间，他猛地向瓶口冲去，撞上了窗玻璃，落在窗口，不再动弹。
A tremble in my heart. Small butterfly, abandon oneself life for this final freedom unexpectedly. He is proclaiming to the world with his glide finally “ is not free, would rather die ” !
我心中一阵颤栗。一只小小的蝶，竟为了这最后的自由而放弃自己的生命。他用他最后的滑翔向世界宣告着“不自由，毋宁死”！
My both hands holds that in the palm butterfly, be just as pulling the most precious treasure on this world. I vacate jog of a handle gently to open a window, air cooling has been blown, butterfly assistant swings gently rise. Send autumn wind him! Butterfly resemble a part of a historical period, by what wind wraps hold something under the arm, wave. Wave more more far, wave more more far. Ah, this young the people. He flew again!
我双手托起那只蝶，犹如拖着这世上最珍贵的宝物。我腾出一只手轻轻推开窗，冷风吹过，蝶的羽翼轻轻摆动起来。就把他赠给秋风吧！蝶像一片叶，被风裹挟的，飘走。愈飘愈远，愈飘愈远。啊，这个小生灵。他又一次飞翔了！
I stand dumbly before the window, complete submit to is before a such tenacious life. Its double wing gives out glamorous sheen below Qiu Ridan's weak sunshine. At the moment. Wind no longer cold. That fiery maple leaf, the flame combustion that is like ” of “ the scrape is in my mind.
我无言地站在窗前，完全臣服在这样一个顽强的生命面前。它的双翅在秋日淡淡的阳光下发出迷人的光泽。此刻。风不再寒冷。那片火红的枫叶，一如“霍霍”的火苗燃烧在我的心头。
I had taken a book stealthily, sit in the … before the window
我悄悄拿过一本书，坐在窗前…(文/袁宜君)