It seems that all people want the achievement with eulogize perfect brightness, no matter be of appearance of elegant to butterfly dance,praise, still be to crying cicada holds high the appreciation of tone, connect each person when the fairy tale that hears, can place in a certain position went up a satisfactory big final result, it seems that such stories just calculate be told.
似乎所有的人都愿意讴歌光辉完美的成就，无论是对蝴蝶翩翩舞姿的赞美，还是对鸣蝉高昂乐音的欣赏，就连每一个人儿时所听的童话，都可以安插上了一个圆满的大结局，似乎这样故事才算讲完了。
But if it is so?
但果真如此吗？
I turned over that to sleep on the bookshelf long draw this. The page with yellow extensive, the dirt that whisk falls resembles be in recount to me, she is forgotten to get some time. In the eye that the efficient of simple brushwork and black white greets me. This book ases if come to one's senses, begin to tell that me to had heard the story of many a time again.
我翻开那个在书架上睡了很久的绘本。泛黄的书页，掸落的灰尘都像在向我诉说，她被遗忘得有些时候了。简单的绘画与黑白色的干净利落映入我的眼中。这本书仿佛苏醒过来，又开始讲那个我听过许多次的故事。
This is a circle that lacked one character. It thinks he is faulty, it is then joyless, so it leaves for the one role that seeks that lose. Its endure the hardships of an arduous journey, wind snow holds way. It lacked one character, so it rolls discomfort, then it is met with bug Tan Xiao, hear Wen Huaxiang, stop to perch for butterfly, or and beetle race. It also can sing, can find a part sometimes, not be it however. It straight indefatigable search. That is its happiest days.
这是一个缺了一角的圆。它认为他不完美，于是它不快乐，所以它动身去找那失落的一角。它风餐露宿，风雪载途。它缺了一角，所以它滚不快，于是它会与虫儿谈笑，闻闻花香，停下来供蝴蝶栖息，抑或与甲虫赛跑。它也会唱歌，有时会找到一个角，却不是它的。它便一直向前不懈寻找。那是它最快乐的时光。
Eventually, it succeeded, it found that one part of its lose. It is complete, satisfactory, but it boils too quickly, he also cannot stop again hear Wen Huaxiang, or with bug Tan Xiao, it connects a song even also sing not know clearly. Then he stopped, the composition puts down that horn, boil ahead again, singing his song: I should go to “ the one role that seeks that lose. ”
终于，它成功了，它找到了它失落的那一角。它完整了，圆满了，但它滚得太快，他再也无法停下来闻闻花香，或与虫儿谈笑，它甚至连歌儿也唱不了了。于是他停了下来，作文将那角放下，再向前滚去，唱着他的歌：“我要去找那失落的一角。”
Page breaks up to finally, it is a butterfly stops on its body. I add up to it, some are touched in the heart.
书页翻到最后，是一只蝴蝶停在它的身上。我将它合上，心里有些触动。
Why people can extol eulogize so a perfect and brilliant success, see the movie with elegant butterfly only, go cold-shouldering him when deformed? The infuriation that heard cicada only is long cry, little imagine this is dormancy of darkness of bottom is in the ground 17 years burst forth?
为何人们都会如此地赞颂讴歌一个完美辉煌的成就，只看见蝴蝶翩翩之影，去嫌弃他儿时的丑陋？只听见了蝉的激昂长鸣，殊不知这是在地底黑暗蛰伏17年的迸发？
People sees satisfactory and perfect final result only, lose sight of that however all the way behead alls over bramble struggle of hesitation and that bath fire painful.
人们只看见圆满完美的结局，却看不见那一路斩遍荆棘的挣扎彷徨和那浴火之痛。
Wind blows a leaf, make sound. The page with yellow extensive, below the catharsis of sunshine, just like a white butterfly, be vividly portrayed.
风吹树叶，哗啦作响。泛黄的书页，在阳光的洗涤下，宛如一只洁白的蝴蝶，呼之欲出。
Intendment, in depending on this, that is the edificatory that this book brings me: Perhaps achievement can have the branch of size, but the effort that takes all the way struggles to be divided with what insist not to have high and low gamely. Sometimes an ending, alleged achievement, imagine importantly in that way without people place instead.
真意，便在于此中，那是这本书带给我的启迪：也许成就会有大小之分，但一路走来的努力挣扎与坚持不屈并无高低贵贱之分。有时一个结局，所谓成就，反而没有人们所想象得那样重要。
Somebody perhaps is destined natively is a moth, although defeat aurelian and piece, also do not have the garment of beauty of that a suit, can praise without the person the moth with so ordinary eulogize.
有人也许生来就注定是一只蛾，即使破蛹而出，也没有那一身美丽的衣装，没有人会赞美讴歌这样平凡的蛾。
But did not forget it also has had struggle hesitation, had had castiron revolt.
但别忘了它也有过挣扎彷徨，有过不屈反抗。
It, also had wing.
它，也有了翅膀。
This is intendment, the intendment in this book.
这便是真意，这书中的真意。(文/王唯思)