Primary 6 Chinese Lesson 3 text

Today, I lie in the field again, in infinite silence, forgetting the world and myself.

I followed the crawling worm on a strange journey.

The space expanded before my eyes, and the tiny stalks of grass became a thick forest. A small worm, a small worm with a hard black beetle, is lost in this forest. I guess it must be a Ranger!

You see, though it has lost its way, it is still moving forward proudly. It kept rushing left and right, and finally found a way. I followed its footsteps, and it walked, walking, meeting many companions along the way, greeting each other.

I'd love to have some pleasantries with them, but unfortunately I don't understand their language.

Their villages are scattered on hillocks at the edge of the forest. Here, many black beetle villagers are bustling with each other. The heroic black beetle walked into the village.

I saw a petite one running out of the hole in the midst of many of the same kind of bugs to greet the returnees. They looked at each other meaningfully for a long time, and then walked back to the cave in joy.

I could see where the streets were and where the alleys were in the grass-wormed villages. In the streets and alleys, colorful little round worms are dressed in colorful clothes. Among these stout black beetles, they are like maidens in the south, amusing how many insects are obsessed.

In front of the lizard, a group of black beetles gathered around, casting curious glances at the behemoth. They exchanged friendly conversations, as if they were talking speculatively. Look!

The lizard seemed to have forgotten the fatigue of the journey, and it carried a few small black beetles on its back and visited the homes of distant relatives everywhere.

My eyes were drawn to a group of ** performers, there were about a dozen of them, scattered under two large trees—these were two clusters of wild bushes, small purple and red fruits, which had been baked by the sun to ripeness. The beetles flapped their wings with full attention, and the beautiful rhyme flowed out like a spiritual spring. At this point, I feel that they are **superior to everything in the world**, which can only be played by bugs!

My gaze followed the secluded path, and I saw the working life of the "villagers". They don't know where they came from, they must be far, far away, right? Now they had returned, each of them hurrying along with his forelimbs with food two or three times larger than his body.

What is it that makes them so diligent?

I'm completely confused, how much wisdom is hidden in the little bug's mind? I saw that the climatologists were busy observing the weather; Engineers are busy with architectural design ......There are all kinds of different jobs, and there are special bugs to do it.

I also saw many, many ......

I wandered for an afternoon, and it was not until the setting sun kissed the western mountains that the song of the red dove called my heart back. I found the happy world of bugs in the grass. How proud I am!

I'm willing to take you by the hand and go for a walk in the grass worm village.

Landlord, I'm the first, give a good review.

Sunflower admits to those who have never seen the White Lotus that they are best friends.

The white lotus came out of the water, and the sunflower lowered her head:

Her slim arrogance separates herself.

Die! arise and praise him; So fast.

It is the end of silence, the eternal rest.

The high mountain tops, the deep sea-

It is a cold heart, a warm tear;

Poor little man!

The poet is the greatest joy in the world's fantasy and the deepest disappointment in fact.

O waves of my hometown!

Your splashing waves, how they used to knock on my rocks drop by drop, and how they struck my heartstrings drop by drop.

My friend, I'm sorry for you;

All I could do was a cold smile.

Is this how time passes?

Nothing can be accomplished except ethereal thoughts!

Home is the most unforgiving-

The tears of the people are his harvest.

The thorns of the rose are the hatred of those who climb the branches and pick them, and they are her own comfort.

Mother! Leave aside your sorrows, and let me sink into your bosom, and you alone are the anchor of my soul.

It was not the rolling waves that created the new land, but the tiny sand beneath him.

Thirty-five. Thousands of angels will rise up and sing praises to the little ones;

Child! In his small body is a great soul.

Thirty-six. The sunlight penetrated through the crevices of the stones, and said to the tiny thorn fruit

Stretch out your head with my strength, and liberate yourself as a prisoner! "

The trunk of the tree was worn out, and the solid stone was split in half.

There is a two-digit number, the number on the ten digit is one more than 4 times the number on the single digit, and the number of the single digit and the ten digit are exchanged to get a new two-digit number, and their difference is 63, what is this two-digit number?

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