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Ants just can make trouble. For a grain of rice, a piece of meat, a corpse of a fly, the ants sent out thousands of troops, they were enthusiastic, all cheered, the crowd was angry, they surged up, they retreated. I've often lost sight of the world when I look at ants.

The hard life of ants is awe-inspiring and humble. From time to time, out of sympathy, I would send a large bowl of rice to the Ant Kingdom. I think that's enough for their country for a few years.

But no. Ants are the kind of busy and trivial character, and this character determines their survival. They are industrious and live in peace and contentment, and they are full and happy for it, so why should we insist on sympathizing with the happy?

I found such a phenomenon from the feature film "Animal World" explained by Mr. Zhao Zhongxiang: weak and small lives are often sympathetic to each other, cause and effect of each other, and depend on each other; It is a different scene between powerful beings, who are very restrained with each other, and know how to respect and forbear. I noticed the harmony between cheetahs and male lions in the African savannah.

I was touched by the serene image of their well water not interfering with the river water. The cheetah is nostalgic on the side, while the lion enjoys his family. This is a mockery of "one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers".

It's a real self-confidence that is manifested among powerful beings. This self-confidence is God-given, without any pretension, so it is as calm as water. Compared with humans, dogs are much more petty, the less courageous the dog, the more likely they are to bark, and humans with low self-esteem like to put a pair of shelves and can't put it down.

In fact, self-confidence in life is the source of peace in this world, as long as one party is not sure about himself, there will be conspiracy and war in the world.

Autumn and autumn are so beautiful, the autumn breeze blows slightly, making a small sound, like a little girl playing the piano for us to play beautiful music.

Autumn has arrived, and the leaves on the trees are yellow, and the yellow leaves are resting on the trees like a bird; The leaves fall in the air like birds, and the leaves sparsely fall on the ground like sleeping; And those that fell to the ground in patches, as if to clothe the earth again in a new garment of gold.

But the pine and cypress are different, it is still so green and straight, dressed in green gauze, like standing guard for people. Some of them are not pines and cypresses, but the leaves are also green, giving people the illusion that they are still in the hazy spring scene.

In autumn, the rice in the fields is yellow and clear, like a sea of gold. The sky is blue, like an endless sea. This is the day that the peasant uncle has been looking forward to for a long time, the day of the farmer's uncle's harvest, and the farmer's uncle will definitely come to harvest the rice with a sickle.

This joy is beyond words. At this time, the fruits are also ripe, and looking at these fruits, my heart and mouth will definitely be hungry, and my saliva will flow out.

In autumn, all the other flowers are gone, but all kinds of chrysanthemums are still blooming so beautifully. Adds a lot of color to autumn.

Angels are around!

I once read a story, the details are vague, but there is a sentence that I still remember: no matter the wind and rain, setbacks and failures, success or not, there is a kind angel silently supporting you, this angel is not a stranger, she is far away in front of you - mother.

"Mom" is strange to orphans and what they desire, but familiar to those who have a mother. I am a lucky person, when I fell to the ground the moment I fell into the "river" full of maternal love, under the careful care of my mother, under the care of my mother, I slowly grew up, entered adolescence, rebellious psychology sneaked in, and quarrels between my mother appeared frequently. Once, because of a little thing I had a mother had a violent quarrel, after the quarrel I ran into my room and cried, when I vented out of the door is to see my mother sitting on the sofa sighing with tears, instantly my heart is like a needle prick, a burst of soreness, I know I was wrong, but I can never let go of the so-called "self-esteem" of adolescence.

When I was at a loss, the images of my mother's kindness to me appeared in my mind one after another like acting in a movie, and my heart ached again. I finally mustered up the courage to walk up to my mother and comfort her with slightly childish words, and apologized to my mother, who smiled helplessly. I continued to say a few words, and I was "sincerely" on the side...

Now, I have reluctantly swam out of the "river" full of maternal love and embarked on the road of studying abroad. Whenever my mother calls, listening to the familiar voice, I still have that sour feeling in my heart. Whenever I encounter difficulties, you will have a kind face in your mind and say to me with concern

Child, don't be afraid, persistence is victory! Mommy is always there for you. So now I am even more afraid of difficulties, thinking that I know that the angels are by my side.

Please also rest assured that my daughter has grown up, and I am no longer the naughty little girl, I have embarked on the road of maturity.

Finally, I have a mystery, please see the angel ** to himself: the sun and the moon compete for glory, the headless husband, the goose does not see the bird, the person stands next to the clothes, the four dogs return to the night, the rain covers the friend, the person and the heart are at the bottom,-- good horse loses son, good horse loses child.

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