The Butterfly Breaks Its Cocoon
The growing Ling-er shook the melody that started the cocoon breaking:
Silkworms, breaking out of their cocoons and becoming butterflies, flying in the boundless sea of flowers, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and the freshness of grass, I, who had turned into a colorful butterfly, was dancing in the sea of confident flowers. I believed that I could withstand the test of wind and rain, withstand the tempering of thunder and lightning, and that confidence was cheering for me and shouting for me!
The tide of the college entrance examination disappeared, and the countless flowers that didn't have the time to thank the wind changed their clothes. Some hope that could not be planted in time rotted into mud, the sound of flowers falling, a bud that missed the flowering period, the petals borrowed the east wind. There was still a petal, lying in the summer sweat... Breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly was already destined. It is our natural yearning and pursuit to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. Breaking the cocoon into a butterfly was an unstoppable passion; Breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly was the birth of a beautiful new life...
Once, I was a sunny, lively and cheerful child. A smile hung on my face all the time. I let my teeth bask in the sun every day. What a confident and happy me. However, after entering high school, facing the college entrance examination, the burden of studying increased day by day. I secretly told myself that "this is a fight for commoners who don't look at their faces" to get a satisfactory result. However, the results often go against my wishes."It's okay. It was just an accident." However, after many "accidents", my dreams became cold and I lost confidence in myself. The wind makes the dead leaves fall, and so does my self-confidence. Wandering among the fallen leaves, I tightly associate myself with pessimism. I feel like I'm standing on the edge of the four brilliant seasons, surrounded by darkness. I feel so lonely and cold. So I sealed myself tightly and hid myself, like a silkworm that had made its own cocoon. After a long time, I forgot what confidence looked like, and confidence became a stranger to me.
On a bright spring morning, by chance, I found a ray of sunlight jumping on the table. An indescribable surprise and emotion rose in my heart, as if the ray of sunlight had been shining on my heart. Warmth flowed through her body. It had been a long time since she saw the sun so cute! I merge myself with the spirits of the sun, singing and dancing together, the corners of my mouth slightly raised, and my smile flies. The dream of youth is flying---
Meng Fei: I was disappointed because I couldn't get into the six major art colleges, but I still love art in my heart.
Webb: Meng Fei's senior brother, optimistic, cheerful, humorous. He was a freelance painter.
Huanhuan, Mengfei's younger sister. Gentle.
the first act
("Why do flowers wither?" Lightly.)
Narrator: " The sky in June, shining with the light of pearls, the season of June. A colorful melody danced. How many hopes and expectations, how many dreams and pursuits. They would all bloom in this season of fire. The fields in June were golden. The season of June
There were birds singing and flowers fragrant, and colorful flags fluttering. There was a dark surge of pine trees and rolling waves. The smoke of the college entrance examination. Has long spread in the hearts of students
Ten years of hard work burst forth at this moment. Should I sing and dance for this fiery season? In June, the blazing sun would set off a strong wind that would destroy the green seedlings that were still young. May the child paint a beautiful picture for himself with hard work, perseverance, and pursuit in the season of June, decorating the paradise of his dreams and the journey of life. Then, the story I'm telling you is a story that happened around us. Perhaps you are the hero and heroine in this story. You have laughed like this before ("A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. I'm not a dog's mouth, so of course I can't spit out ivory.”-- laughter), crying ("Sis, I'm stupid. I don't have the talent to draw.”cry.) You were also persistent for a dream (In order to get into the six major art colleges, my head was broken and my blood was flowing. One dream was ruined, but thousands of dreams-flying into the sky.）、Give up (Clang. "I don't deserve to paint!") We spent these days together.
(Imitate disco.) The music was deafening. Screams of men and women could be heard. All of the above happened behind the scenes, providing a background environment.
The music in the disco bar gradually became softer. At the same time, her phone rang.
A girl who was dressed differently but not revealing walked out of the stage with a phone in her hand. Her phone was ringing sharply. At this moment, the disco bar music was non-stop, but it turned into background music, mainly the ringtone of the mobile phone.）
Meng Fei: Who was it? What's wrong with you now? I know, I know. I'll be back in two days. He still wouldn't die. If there was nothing else, he hung up.
(Muttering) So annoying.
[Behind-the-scenes: Has Meng Fei finished answering the call?]
Meng Fei,"Coming!" Urge! Haha…(laughing exaggeratedly) Everyone, scream and dance to your heart's content! Haha...
I'm a fool. Robin??? br
(The music gradually lightens to nothing. Webb carried it from the side of the stage? Are you ready to go? PR Webb: Meng Fei, hurry up. Little piggy, you're twenty-six years old, but you walk slower than me. Haha. (The music starts, and it's best if it's 'those flowers'.) In the future, whenever Weibo appeared, he would play this song.）Meng Fei, hurry up.
(Meng Fei carried the drawing board and followed him out.）
Meng Fei: " You're really like a myna. You've been talking non-stop all the way here." Hehehe.
Webb: Where are we camping today?
Meng Fei: I can't stand you, Weibo. " Squatting? It wasn't like he was scouting or monitoring. You said that coming out to collect information was like a spy's job.
(Webb acted like a thief.) The funny kind.)
[Webb: It's the same nature as "squatting"!]
Here it is.
(The two of them began to arrange the items.)
Webb: Last time, we camped in the park for four hours and four minutes. Too many unexpected things happened. The couple sitting on the bench went from being intimate to slapping you in the face. There were four children who walked past me, and one who had yet to walk over because he had wet his pants and was pulled back by his mother like an eagle catching a chick. There was also an old man who was walking around in circles on the grass in front of me. Finally, he came over and said to me,"Young man, have you seen my keys?”
Meng Fei: Oh, why didn't I notice? I really wonder if you're painting or scouting. You're observing so carefully. Hehe, you're really not doing your job properly, Webb.
Webb: This little girl is getting more and more out of hand. I've told you several times not to call me "Weibo, Weibo". It's "Senior Brother".
Meng Fei: What happened to Weibo? Art had no borders, and there was no distinction between old and young.
Weibo: (Raise the paintbrush and knock Meng Fei's head.)）Little girl! If you don't change your mind, I won't bring you out to collect wind in the future.
Meng Fei stuck out her tongue.
Webb: For the sake of painting, I can break my head and bleed. If one Webb falls, thousands of Webbs will stand up again. Lord of Darkness, take me away.……
Meng Fei replied,"He pinched his throat and spoke."）Winter is over, can spring be far behind?”This sentence.
Webb: Yes! Spring is right before you. Hehe, Meng Fei, how did you learn all my lines? He was too unbrotherly.
(You can pat Meng Fei on the shoulder. Weibo walked behind Meng Fei and pointed at the painting on the board.）
Webb: The color feels good. Here, here, he could also adjust the shape. The sketch relationship was the foundation. If the shape was not done well, no matter how good the color relationship was, it would be useless. Of course, there were some people who didn't care about the relationship between sketches and only cared about the relationship between colors. (Stop.) Master! Brother, just draw with your feet on the ground. When we're rich in the future, you can draw however you want. But now was not the time.
Meng Fei replied,"Got it, Weibo." Also, I am (si, pronounced flat tongue.）The girl was Weibo.
The more he didn't allow her to call him, the more she called him. Give this painting to me after you finish it. This painting gives me a good feeling. (Fixed into a painting, but still used in the end.)）
Meng Fei: " I never give away my paintings. I want to keep them." Meng Fei's painting growth record. Haha, it was like a dream of a comics.
Webb: " You're so smug. However, it's a good habit for future artists like us. It'll be much more convenient for us to publish art collections in the future."
(Music starts. The suggestion was,"The hope of life is no longer lost."）
Meng Fei: Weibo, why did you learn to draw?
Webb: Why? Hahaha, as the saying goes, poems are like paintings, and paintings are like poems. Painting was the most beautiful form of poetry. From the moment he said that the color was gray, I saw his funny expression. He was like a blind man who had touched ivory. With a tsk, blood flowed out, and he kicked him hard. Now he had changed the old man's nose into a straw hat, a green field, like an innocent and carefree urchin. Picking mushrooms by the wolf's nest. He even said,"I'm older than you?" She just liked him. What about you?
Meng Fei: Hahaha, a rabbit without a tail, a wolf with five legs, a goat that I drew with my ideals on a white paper, running on the grassland in spring. The sun grew up and became the sky of an eleven-year-old child. Life is green, like the rainbow when flowers and dewdrops meet each other. I fall down in the music, then lie down and sleep quietly in the breath of the grass. The mouse is playing the piano, the sea is listening to me, looking for a friend, the scarecrow is watching me draw in the moonlight, and the flower I drew with a pencil has become a girl who is happy. Memory is a blue river, frogs are singing, lotus flowers are waking up, my dream is blooming, blooming in a very sunny place. Hehehe, it's all the same.
Webb: I once asked my senior why he came to learn painting, and he answered me the same way. I think everyone is the same. Do you know, my greatest wish is to become a freelance painter and bring the most beautiful things in the world onto my drawing paper?
Meng Fei: " I want, I want to be able to get into one of the major art schools, then continue my studies and become a teacher. I want every student of mine to love art like me, to love it to the bone."
Webb: You're so greedy!
Meng Fei replied,"Same here." Haha. Weibo, you talk like a sparrow?
(Webb spurted blood.)
Webb: No. (Stop.) It looked more like a crow. "Guwa, guwa."
Dream fly: A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory. Alright, alright. Focus on drawing. He only knew how to talk.
Webb: Yes,woman! Report, I have one more thing to say.
Meng Fei,[What's wrong now, Senior Brother?] It was approved!
Webb: Just now, you said that a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. I'm not a dog's mouth, so of course I can't spit out ivory.
(Webb grimaced exaggeratedly.) Everyone laughed.)
("Those flowers" are starting to ring. Slowly.)
Narrator: Some people say that the days are like running water, then their lives must be a cheerful, ringing stream. Happiness was like those flowers, blooming all over the ground, brilliantly…
("Why are the flowers so red?" (Everyone is down.)
the second act
(Why do the flowers fade?)
(The stage is arranged like a studio, messy. The studio was filled with plaster statues, guitar, and floral cloth.
Huan Huan carried her drawing board and walked to the center of the stage with a depressed expression. She began to arrange the drawing tools properly. I'm ready to start drawing.)
Meng Fei,[Slap on the door.] Huanhuan, open the door! Why was the studio door so tightly closed in broad daylight? Huanhuan!
"Sister, you're back."
Meng Fei: Didn't you call me to come back?
(Sit in front of the drawing board.) Come, let me see your recent drawings.
Huanhuan: I just went to the park to draw this.
Meng Fei,[What is this painting? Can it be called a painting?]
Huanhuan quickly ran to the cabinet and took out a stack of drawing paper to pass to Meng Fei.）
[Meng Fei: (flipping through) A pile of trash.] Look, look. Here, adjust the shape. The sketch relationship is the foundation. If the shape is not done well, no matter how good the color relationship is, it will be useless. (The voice of spring rang out,"The colors are not bad." He could also adjust the shape here and there. The sketch relationship was the foundation. If the shape was not done well, no matter how good the color relationship was, it would be useless.）
Huanhuan and Mengfei,"Got it, sister/Spring." (Overlapping voice.)
Meng Fei: " This one will make the contrast bigger. The colors of this one are too gaudy. The gouache looks like the freehand style of traditional Chinese painting. How creative. You don't even blush when you've painted it like this. How dare you take it out?" There was no improvement at all. What are you doing!
Huanhuan: Sister, I'm very stupid. I don't have the talent to draw. (Start crying.) I've been thinking about it for days.(pause) I don't want to draw anymore. I don't have this talent.
"What did you say?"
Huanhuan: (pause, gather her courage) Sister, I don't want to draw anymore.
Meng Fei: " You've been painting for so many years, but you're giving up just like that. You're really something, Huanhuan."
Huanhuan,"Sister, I think I'm too tired from drawing." I just want to rest for a while.
Meng Fei: Rest, what a light word. Fine, is this how you treat it (pointing at the board), and this how you treat me? (I almost shouted it out.)
[Huanhuan: Sister, you should be the one who should be painting!]
Meng Fei was shocked. Was it me? It was impossible. He would never draw again. Look at my hands. Can these hands still hold a pen and draw? What a joke!
Huanhuan: Why not? Your talent is far higher than mine.
(Huan Huan took out a stack of drawing papers from the cabinet. He then stuffed the brush into Meng Fei's hand. Meng Fei kept pushing him away and accepted the brush and the paintings.）
Huanhuan,"Sister, look at your previous paintings. They were so good!" Sis, draw it.
(Meng Fei's hand that was holding the paintbrush was trembling. Suddenly, as if she had scalded her hand, she threw the pen on the ground.）
Meng Fei: No more paintbrushes.
Huanhuan walked forward and quietly picked up the pen. The music gradually came to her mind and suggested Wang Zheng to use "candy wrapper".）
Huanhuan: (very calmly) Sister, you are a coward. (shouting) Coward! Brother Weibo said that you didn't perform well because you had a high fever. If he couldn't pass the exam once, he would take it again the next time. If he couldn't pass it in one year, he would take it in ten years. But you started to give up on yourself because of this matter. Go to the bar and go to the disco! Are you happy now? Are you happy? You placed all your hopes on me, and I kept drawing, wanting to draw better and make you happier. But no matter how hard I tried, you were no longer the sister I used to be. You're not happy at all. What's the point of my painting? You, on the other hand, are clearly crazy about it (pointing to the drawing board), but you have given up. You are a coward. You can't walk out of failure. You are afraid of failure again. You're a coward!
Meng Fei,[Stop talking!] (Meng Fei overturned the drawing board, making a loud rumbling sound.）I'm not worthy, not worthy of painting! (He picked up one of his own paintings, paused for a moment, and tore it down.）
Huanhuan, Sister! (He quickly went up to grab the other paintings.）
Meng Fei: Give it to me, tear it up and I'll be completely free.
(Two people fighting. If he wasn't careful, all the drawing papers would be thrown into the sky and scattered down.）
Huanhuan,"Go ahead and tear it up." You'll really die after tearing these.
Huanhuan picked up a piece of paper and handed it to Meng Fei. She took it in a daze, looked at the painting, and stopped tearing it. Suddenly, she hugged the painting and squatted down to cry. Huan Huan picked up the drawing board, walked to her sister's side, and hugged her.）
("I want to keep my painting. Meng Fei's Painting Growth Record.")
(Music starts. The music of the "candy wrapper" is the same.)
Narrator: The fish said to the water affectionately: I never close my eyes, because I want to look at you! The water affectionately said to the fish,"I am always by your side because I want to embrace you." Fish and water would never separate.
the third act
("Why are the flowers so red")
Sister, what do you think of my painting? I think we need to make some changes here. What do you think?
("Sis, I'm very stupid. I don't have the talent to draw. (Start crying.) I've been thinking about it for days.(pause) I don't want to draw anymore.”）
Huanhuan: Sister, it's a letter from Brother Weibo. He sent a painting from France. It was too beautiful!
("My greatest wish is to become a freelance painter and bring the most beautiful things in the world onto my drawing paper.”）
[Huanhuan: Sister, the art collection!] I saw your newly published art collection in the bookstore!
("I never give away my paintings. I want to keep them. Meng Fei's painting growth record. Hehe.")
Webb: In your collection, I saw the painting you drew while squatting. The shape was very accurate. It felt very good. I wonder if you're still willing to give it to me?
("The color feels good. Here, here, he could also adjust the shape. The sketch relationship was the foundation. If the shape was not done well, no matter how good the color relationship was, it would be useless. Give it to me after you finish drawing it.")
Meng Fei: " With the encouragement and support of many people, especially Huanhuan, she was always by my side and helped me through the dark days of my life. Standing at the starting point, I found myself and started a new life. I firmly walked toward the sacred art palace and stepped forward. Only then did I know that painting was mine. Without it, I would die very quickly. After the storm, everything went smoothly. The passionate years that belonged to me, Huanhuan, and Weibo left the footprints of youth in every corner of our lives.
(Let Meng Fei's higher music play----)
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