Butterfly specimen— The motionless dead beauty. I found a book called ‘The collector’ on the bookshelf. It is a rather old one, brought back from America by my grandfather, I suppose. I cleared off the dust and began to read it. The cover wasn’t well designed, never judge a book by its cover. It was an amazing story, chilling, shocking and exquisitely told. It runs over you like a foam-rubber steam-roller. I was really fascinated by this horror story. This story is about and entomologist who collects butterflies. He fell in love with Miranda— a girl in his neighborhood. And it has driven him mad. He kidnapped the girl and imprisoned her in his house in the country. He was hoping that the girl would get to know him better and see his good points since they never got to know each other in a ordinary way. The poor girl suffered everyday in this luxury prison, with no sunlight and fresh air, just like the other butterflies this guy collected, begging him to let her go. If she was a beauty, just let her fly away. The whole thing went mad, just mad. The collector only cared about Miranda’s looks and don’t even care about her mind, her soul. That’s what collectors do. He preferred to beauty which is dead, so he could pin it up and looks at it everyday, he never noticed how miserable they are. It’s the same thing with Art. If you draw something, then it’s alive. But if you photograph it, it will be dead. Miranda hated the collector. He couldn’t bare Miranda saying insulting things to him. So Miranda was nice to him, but he couldn’t stand Miranda losing all her dignity just to escape. With an ambivalent feeling, he killed Miranda helplessly. For that he can’t afford the loss of his dignity or the loss of Miranda’s. Miranda turns out to be just like the other butterflies, a motionless dead beauty. Miranda sacrificed all her pride and sanctity for freedom. Maybe people think its disgraceful to do anything for something you really wanted. But this book taught me a lesson. Anything. Anything for freedom. But what really killed Miranda? Selfishness. The collector’s selfishness. When your love for someone is your very own love, it’s not love anymore, it’s selfishness. Sometimes we all have a desire of having something we really like. We want to keep it to ourselves, not sharing it with anyone else. Think about it. We dress our dogs the way we like, we force them to things we want them to do. We do love our dogs, but it turns out to be selfishness. Just like the collector finds beauty and kills it, pin it on to a board and keep them in a dark drawer just for his own entertainment. Why don’t we leave beauty the way it is, let it bloom in the nature, instead of destroying it in our hands? Let’s clear up our selfishness and let beauty remain alive. For the sake of our conscience, for the sake of art. 這是我第一次把我的英文作文翻譯成中文，希望能對大家有幫助。 由於我中文翻譯能力有限，可能意思和文采有些偏差，所以希望大家先讀英文部分。
蝴蝶標本——死去的美麗 我在書架上發現了一本書，名字叫做《收藏家》，這是一本比較舊的書。我猜是我姥爺以前從美國帶回來的。我擔掉灰塵，開始讀它，封面設計得不是很好，但我們不能以封面判斷書的好壞。 這是一個了不起的故事，一個令人毛骨悚然、震驚、而且被生動地講述的故事。它就像泡沫橡膠正氣壓路機一樣緩緩從你身上跑過，我真的迷上了這個恐怖的故事。 這個故事是關於一個收集蝴蝶的昆蟲學家，他愛上了鄰居家的女孩米蘭達，並且不能自拔。他綁架了這個女孩，把她囚禁在郊外的房子里。他希望米蘭達能夠更好的了解他，看到他的優點，因為在外面他們永遠都不會有機會正常地認識。 可憐的女孩每天都在這個豪華的監獄里備受折磨，沒有陽光，沒有新鮮空氣，就像這傢伙收集的那些蝴蝶一樣。她天天懇求他放走她，如果是蝴蝶，就讓它飛好了。一切變的很瘋狂，只是瘋狂。 珍藏家這是看重外表，只在乎米蘭達的美貌，卻從不在乎她的想法，她的靈魂。這就是收藏家，他們更喜歡欣賞死亡的美麗，這樣可以把它釘在木板上掛起來，每天都能看到，他們從不在意蝴蝶有多麼痛苦。 藝術也是一樣，如果你把一個東西畫下來，它就是活得。但如果你把它有照相機照下來，它就變成死的了。 米蘭達恨透了收藏家，收藏家不能忍受她說話對自己如此無禮。為了逃跑，米蘭達又開始對他好起來。而收藏家等不能忍受米蘭達丟失了所有的尊嚴，僅僅是為了逃跑。 帶着一種矛盾的心理，他無奈地殺掉了米蘭達。因為他既不能承受自己尊嚴的丟失，更不能承受米蘭達尊嚴的丟失。米蘭達變成了他的一隻蝴蝶，毫無感情死去的美麗。 米蘭達為了自由捨去了傲氣和尊嚴，有人認為為了自己想要的東西不惜犧牲自己的尊嚴，這是可恥的。但這書告訴我： 任何事，任何代價，為了自由。
但到底是什麼殺死了米蘭達？是自私，收藏家的自私。當你對某個人或物的愛完全成為了自己獨有的，它便不再是愛，而是自私。
有時候，我們所有人都想得到自己喜歡的東西，自己擁有，不與他人分享，這就是自私。想想看，我們按照自己的喜好為小狗着裝，我們讓它做我們想要的事。我們喜歡自己的狗，卻變成了自私。
就像收藏家發現並殺害美麗的事物一樣，釘在木板上，放在抽屜了，完全為了自己的娛樂。我們為什麼不放開美麗的事物，讓它們在自然中綻放，而不把它們在我們手中毀掉？
讓我們收起自己的私心，讓美麗永遠存活。為了我們的良心，為了藝術。
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