Oh, worm excellent prose, worm fly excellent lyrical prose

There are many planets in the vast universe, there are many planets where there are life forms, the earth is the most obvious one for our perceptual existence, in our earth, where we live for many years, in addition to plants and large animals, there are also insects that cannot be measured and verified.

Every living thing has its own rules of survival, and even the smallest creature can have its own way of socializing and speaking.

The most common insect languages we see or hear are: grasshoppers, crickets, cicadas, etc.

The grasshopper is not only beautiful in appearance: it has a very nice cry, and it has always been one of the pets played by dignitaries throughout the ages.

Crickets like to live on the edge of the field weir, and the soybean field is their happy home. Of course, there is another kind of heavyweight singer involved in singing: the cicada.

Cicadas, commonly known as "Zhili" (there are other names in different ways around the country), I have long questioned the long-standing problem with the concept of cicadas: are they also divided into races in the cicada world? Why do they have such a big difference in body size and vocalization?

For example, we often say "know", generally come out before and after the ambush, the largest body size, whether it eats its turtle or eats the cicada with wings, it is delicious and delicious, its cry is very monotonous: "squeak-" and in the early autumn after the end of the ambush, the real "know" only appears, its body size is smaller, generally only two-thirds of the size of the "squeak" cicada, the body color is also slightly different, the former is black, this has a local blue-green color on the back of the neck, and the cry is "know-it, know-it".

Half a month to twenty days after the appearance of this kind of "knowing", the finale of the ** home will quietly appear, its body shape is just between the first two cicadas, and the color is also different: there are deep roses or purple on the back of the neck, and the call is even more mysterious and elegant: "Fog Shadow - Fog Shadow Wow——, The most interesting thing is that when it needs to move a place after calling a place, the call will be different:

Fog ——— Shadow"! The interval between "fog" and "shadow" is lengthened, the "shadow" sound will be raised by a few degrees, and the "wow" sound will be canceled later.

Cicadas are not only divided into species, but also into grades, and there are many "squeak" cicadas, which belong to the popular class. The relatively small amount of "knowing" belongs to the public knowledge class, and their cries can also be judged to belong to this class. "Fog Shadow Wow" probably belongs to the entertainment class, and their artistic talent is outnumbered by the public.

There is a saying in the countryside: "Fog Shadow Wow" screams, which startles the lazy wife. Why? There is a "fog shadow wow", which means that the cold weather is coming, and you must hurry up to prepare winter clothes for your family.

The dark sky hangs low.

Bright stars follow each other.

Bugs fly, bugs fly.

Who are you missing?

Inscription. It's a beautiful night tonight.

The shallow crescent moon was clouded with a hazy halo, and the bright North Star was full of affection behind it. The dark night sky is like a screen, and the purest scenery of early winter is staged, and the wind flowing slowly overhead spreads carelessly in the air. And my thoughts were magnified, and magnified.

I want to see the farthest place. Dancing with you about your dreams ......”

We used to run to the bookstore on weekend afternoons, sit on the floor and flip through a copy of "Phantom City", and I said that when I grew up, I would open a bookstore and only sell your favorite books. You said that you would always be with me and never leave me for the rest of my life. A dream that is so simple that it is almost transparent.

But dear, we don't understand how long a life is...

In the past, we would meet under the school's pentagonal maple forest to endorse, and when we were tired, we would sit on the steps next to the tree, look up and see the sun sprinkle down a piece of gold through the sparse leaves, you said that when you grow up, you will take me to Harbin to see the ice sculptures, I said that when I grow up, I will take you to Hainan to watch the sunset, the giggles were spread far and wide, but dear, when will we grow up with relatives?

Once upon a time, we had an invincible momentum. Declaring war on reality, dreams are all our bargaining chips, the face that is not sad is our youth, the eyes that are not sincere wait for the years to change, when the waves of reality roar again and again to the boat of our dreams. We held each other's tightly.

The old man rushed, stumbling with this imperfect technique, and sailed towards the horizon of his dreams. Some people say that dreams are like Tang porcelain dolls, which can't withstand the beating of reality. But we say that perseverance is the most magical magic, and it gives us golden armor and seven-colored clouds, making us invincible.

Even if we don't fight to defeat the Buddha, we will cry while stubbornly blocking the sky and shouting, "I will never compromise!" ”

Once upon a time, we cried, laughed, and struggled for our dreams.

Today, we are separated from each other and continue to ...... on the road of our dreams

Honey, are you all right?

I miss you so much.

The blue sky is full of white clouds. The white clouds drifted and drifted across a grassland. The green grassland, flowing (liú tǎnɡ) is a clear stream.

On the bank of the stream, there was a very large tree, and next to the big tree there was a red flower, under which there were a few green leaves, and on one leaf there was a small bug.

The little bug was sleeping on the leaves, when there was a thumping sound. The leaves shake (yáo huànɡ) up, and the little insects hurry to grab the leaves. It turned out to be an elephant running this way.

It was very thirsty, came to the creek, stuck its long nose into the stream, sucked some water, and sprayed itself in a shower.

When the little insect saw it, he thought enviously (xiàn mù): I can be like an elephant, with a long trunk. In this way, I can bathe with my long nose every day.

The elephant finished bathing and left. After a while, a giraffe came. It bent its neck, drank some water from the stream, and then stretched its neck and ate the leaves of the big tree.

Giraffes have really long necks. If I had such a neck, I would definitely eat the fresh leaves of the tree, and I would definitely whisper to the white clouds in the sky. The little bug imagined that one day, he would have a long one. Thinking about it, it fell asleep.

The wind blew gently, the leaves shook a few times, and the little insect didn't notice it at all, it slept too soundly.

Night, quietly falling. The night fairy, carrying a lantern, lit up the stars in the sky.

The stars kept blinking and blinking. Suddenly a star said, "Look at the leaf." Ah, the little bug is gone. There is only one small ball on the leaf that appears to be wrapped in silk (ɡuǒ).

The sky gradually brightened.

A gust of wind blew softly, and the ball moved, and then again. Slowly, a white butterfly with wings emerged from the ball. The butterfly lay on the leaves, looked at the little fish swimming in the water, and said, "Morning, little fish."

Suddenly, another gust of wind blew, and the butterfly did not stand still, and suddenly fell from the leaves. It screamed and fell. At the moment when it was about to fall into the water, it suddenly flapped its wings and flew: Ah, it turns out that I have become a butterfly, I will fly.

The butterflies flew around the flowers one after another, and the small fish in the creek saw them and said enviously: I can fly.

Butterflies flapped their wings and flew over the grazing elephants.

The elephant saw the butterfly and said enviously: If only I could be like you, small, light and able to fly, how good it would be. That way, I can go far, far away.

The butterfly flapped its wings and flew over the running giraffe.

The giraffe saw the butterfly and said enviously: It would be nice if I could fly in the sky like you. That way, I don't have to be afraid of lions anymore.

On the green grassland, there is a beautiful butterfly flying and flying. All the animals looked up at it with envy.

Butterfly thought to herself: It turns out that there are so many people who envy me.

Tags: Children's Stories Children's Educational Stories.

A big tree, occasionally recruiting a small insect, even if it burrows into the heart of the tree, it will not affect the shape of the tree, let alone the life of the tree.

The bug is just an inconspicuous passerby, and the traces left behind will not be obvious. Hail years.

If a big tree ignores the power of small insects, and attracts a large group of small insects, crawling all over the body, the bite wounds will make the big tree full of holes and scaly wounds, and the old fruit will not only look ugly, but also eventually die.

For a small grass, if you accidentally attract a small insect, you will be bitten and break your waist and die, let alone a bunch of bugs.

In general, the small can not win the big, the weak can not win the strong, however, nothing is immutable, the conditions have changed, the balance of power is huge, once the original concept is still relied on, and other reasons are ignored, the same unexpected sudden changes will occur. For example, the big tree does not care because it despises the insignificance of insects, and is attacked by small insects, and finally dies.

If it is a big tree, you can not care about the small skill of carving insects in the first half, but you should pay attention to the changes in the number of small insects to prevent micro problems; If you are born with weak grass and can't help tossing, then, in order to survive well, you really have to have the ability not to recruit any insects.

Where to go, both the big trees and the small grasses, we must see the specific problems clearly, and then take corresponding measures.

I think these experiences of trees and grasses should also be a reference for people, right?