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I think I've read it, but I can't find the book anymore! I'm sorry.

Hee-hee! It's the eighth class of the seventh grade! Hehe.

The book "Insects" was completed by the famous French troubled Gafabre with a lifetime of painstaking work. The book introduces dozens of insects such as caterpillars, cicadas, shoes, cockroaches, and more. However, what impressed me the most was the section about the scorpion, "The Mystery of the White Scorpion's Suicide".

It has been said that scorpions commit suicide when they encounter danger. So, the author did an experiment. He formed a wall of fire with red-hot charcoal, and then put a white scorpion into the wall.

The heat roasted the scorpion, and it rolled backwards into a hook, sometimes straightening, sometimes bending, and the movement was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. Suddenly, it twitched, and then, it was motionless. The author used tweezers to clamp it to a piece of cool sandy soil, and after more than an hour, it was unbelievable that the scorpion miraculously came back to life and became as vigorous as before!

This experiment proves that there is no such thing as a scorpion committing suicide at all, it is nothing more than people's speculation!

Reading this verse, I can't help but think that nothing in the world that has life, except for people, will not end life voluntarily. In fact, no matter what the situation, suicide is a sign of timidity.

Everyone believes that life is a very precious and beautiful thing, and since God has given us a small life, then we should bravely face suffering, cherish life, and repay others. On TV, we often see many people committing suicide for some reason, and the famous artist Leslie Cheung also jumped off a building many years ago. In my opinion, these people are simply not as brave as a little scorpion.

From this, I used to think about our usual study life, and I am an example. I often get angry and distressed because I can't do a math problem, and sometimes I don't do it at all, and ask my classmates for the answer, which should also be a sign of cowardice! We should learn from the scorpion's courageous spirit and be a strong and brave person!

Yes! I really didn't expect to be attracted by a popular science book. In my opinion, I read this "Insects", which is much better than reading several fairy tale books and ** books.

In the future, I will listen to the teacher's words, read more historical masterpieces, and maybe there will be some big surprises!

After reading the life of the author of "Insects" and "Insects", I feel very deeply, "Insects" is not only full of awe of life, but also contains the truth-seeking spirit of pursuing truth and exploring the truth, which has given me great inspiration: in life and study, we must learn from Fabre's courage and perseverance to explore the world and pursue the truth, no matter what we do, we must be like Fabre, we must have a rigorous scientific spirit, and insist on "accurately describing the observed facts, without adding anything, Nor do they ignore anything". We must persevere in everything we do, and even if the conditions are difficult, we must continue to strive for our ideals.

1. "Reader" and "Youth Digest" are magazines that I often read, and I buy them almost every month, but I will no longer buy "Youth Digest" in the future, and only buy its color edition. Because, the humanistic nature of "Youth Digest" is not very strong, and there are individual articles that are repetitive. Therefore, it is possible to submit the article repeatedly.

2, you wrote Wang Bu's own article, which should be called original. "Reader" and "Youth Digest" are both digest magazines, which means they are not original articles. However, "Reader" also has an original column, limited to one article, and the manuscript fee is 500 yuan - 1000 yuan 1,000 words.

In addition, it is recommended that you submit the "Reader: Original Edition", because this is a special Ming Ling for writers to provide unpublished articles.

Mo Nan: Brother.

As soon as the New Year is over. The elder brother began to busily decorate his house with flowers and plants.

He wants to rush before Qingming.

Pave a spring breeze road for me.

I shouted to my brother at an erected stone.

The voice seemed to be swallowed in.

Two hot rivers slid down my cheeks.

One is very happy, the other is very desolate.

My brother took it with a cup of flowers.

Shook his head again with green leaves - shame.

I don't know which one is closer to the truth of the earth, life or death.

There is no brother in the world anymore.

But love is always there.

Fresh dew hanging from tombstones.

It's like there's a heartbeat.

I didn't have weight.

On earth I am forty-nine kilograms.

In space, I am weightless.

In your heart, I am sometimes as light as a feather.

Sometimes it's as heavy as Mount Tai.

I finally knew I was weightless.

You gave me all that weight.

I am like a fruit hanging on earth.

It's just the branches of loved ones that are bent.

The pebbles of peach blossoms are so light that the flowing water is.

When a monk meditates in the stream, it is thousands of years.

It was as if the heartbeat and breathing had long since been extinguished.

The morning glow and the setting sun cannot stain them with red dust.

The time in their bodies is like a relic, gray and clean.

When the moon sank to the bottom.

You can hear the collective chanting.

Meteorites do not have a single flower, not a single bird.

The door of time.

Closed in the incineration of light.

Maybe I was the brightest star hundreds of millions of years ago.

With your sleepless gaze.

But I don't want to be entangled with the world.

There are no railroad tracks to heaven on earth.

Where I fell.

The night laboriously patched.

I'm not there, and I'm not here.

You can only see.

Mountains full of stones.

Floating life is the first life.

It was floated by the mother's amniotic fluid.

In a larger ocean.

Must learn to grasp a life-saving straw.

My mother gave me the body.

But they didn't give me the fins to swim and the gills to breathe.

It's my fault for catching you.

You are also the one who looks for that straw in the ups and downs.

In this life, a rain escorted by the wind.

Beads of happy and sad blood.

Always crackling and falling.