In front of my eyes, it has become bigger than ever, and the grassland has become a big forest. A little ant, walking around alone, found a crumb. I think it must be a clever cook. He came out to find something to cook. Now he has found it, but he can't move it. He turned and walked back to the cave. Soon, the ant chef brought out some porters. They worked together in Qi Xin to move the food in. They had a big dinner tonight! I seem to smell the rice fragrance of ants. I want to go in and share with them, but I'm afraid of scaring these elves.
The life of ants is also very regular. They are doing their own thing: the little ants are at school, the teachers are teaching, and their teachers and students are so serious and dedicated. When little ants go to school, their parents are working and going to work. Jingle bell ... the school bell rang and the little ants all went home. When they get home, the little ants report their day's study to their parents, who may criticize them or praise them. A little ant who looks proud, I think it must have done well in the exam.
An ant robber fiercely stopped an ant resident, just as the ant policeman passed by and caught the ant robber. I think the ant police must be very happy because it has done a good thing for the people.
Smoke rises in the farmhouse yard, and the barking of the puppy brings my heart back.
I want to take your hand to the ant kingdom for a walk. When the flame suddenly broke into the nest, the ants in the nest were frightened, but instead of running around, they took risks and spit out formic acid together. I don't know how many "warriors" died in the fire, and finally Qi Xin, the ant, worked together to put out the fire. After the battle, the ants buried their fallen companions. This is the first time I feel the preciousness and strength of unity. Don't we often say that "all is one strength, Mount Tai is the top"? Really? In fact, ants also understand this truth, so they use "unity"-a powerful and irresistible force to overcome disasters again and again. And the quality of ants to go forward and put out the fire is commendable. We should also be brave, no matter what difficulties we encounter, we should face and conquer bravely. Only by conquering can we prove our courage and increase our experience. When I read that ants bury their companions, I deeply felt the word "friendship". Ants are fighting and protecting each other from harm. At that time, it was either success or death, but the ants still remembered to protect their companions. This friendship is priceless. People also need to love each other. But we people are often worse than this little ant. When the fire is big, ants become ants and come out of the fire. The outermost ants use their bodies to explore the way of survival, which makes us awe. When the flood raged, the water spread to the ground and attacked the ant nest. In order to escape, many ants gathered together, huddled together and drifted with the waves. Some ants in the outer layer of the ant ball will be hit into the water by the waves. When the ant ball approached the shore, the ant colony landed in rows-saved, but the ants in the innermost layer of the ant ball could not land. They became heroic victims, but they seemed to have no regrets. This is said to be "sacrificing oneself to save others". Don't think that only people can do this. Insects also know this truth. Insects also have this idea. They will give up themselves to save their companions. Think about how many PLA soldiers and Red Army soldiers would rather sacrifice their precious lives for others. Whether human or animal, we should carry forward this spirit and pass it on from generation to generation, because it is the spirit of our Chinese nation.
Ants, heroes of insects, you can tell us too much, so let's appreciate, dig and transplant into our hearts slowly in our later life.
An unknown bug, Liu Ruoxin (Xiaoshan Wuwen. com), a class 6 (4) in Guifeng Primary School, Xinhui, lived in my grandmother's house in the countryside for a period of time when I was a child. Grandma lives on the mountain, and the whole mountain is full of fruit trees and lush. There is a lawn in front of my grandmother's house. I often lay a blanket under the lawn tree and lie in the embrace of nature. It is really comfortable.
Once, I lay under a tree as usual, listening to the songs of birds and feeling the breeze from nature. Suddenly, I found an unknown bug crawling slowly around me. I sighed and cried. Because I've been afraid of bugs since I was a child. But this bug doesn't seem to hear it. Keep climbing, climbing and moving forward. Suddenly, it stopped. I thought it was going to attack me and was about to run, but I didn't find it approaching me. I'm curious to have a closer look. It's picking up something and then going back the same way. I became interested in this little bug. I followed it and thought, this is a brave little bug. It climbed up to me in search of food regardless of danger. It didn't run away when I shouted.
Just as I was thinking, it stopped again. There is a haystack in front and a small hole in front. Then, a bug smaller than it climbed out, picked up the food it had put down and climbed to the hole. When the bug that climbed into the hole came out again, there was no food, but a smaller bug followed. I observed that the smaller bugs should be their children.
The family of three climbed forward together, and they climbed into another small hole, probably to visit relatives. I went back to the blanket and looked up at the tree. Suddenly, I thought: I can give them some food so that they don't have to work so hard. They look very weak.
I went home to find some bread crumbs and went back to feed the bugs. I scattered crumbs beside the hole. I didn't see them for a long time, so I laid a blanket under a nearby tree and waited for them. Waiting and waiting, unconsciously, I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I found that the bread crumbs were gone. I spilled some more. When the bug smelled it, it climbed out and put the bread crumbs back in the hole. I play with them like this, but I'm not afraid of them. Compared with me, they are too weak.
I looked up and saw that the sky was dyed red by the sunset glow. I came to my senses, put away the blanket, scattered some leftover bread crumbs beside the hole, and stepped on the lawn to go home.