The sixth grade The Village of Grass Worms asks to hurry

Plum blossoms are three points of white snow, but they lose a piece of plum fragrance.

It's the next book of the fifth grade.

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 round worms are dressed in pretty 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.

The Village of Grass and Insects was included in the third lesson of the first volume of the 6th grade of the primary school Chinese book of the People's Education Edition. This article shows his love for nature, his carefree yearning for grass and insect villages, and his love for grass and insects.