Ants are insignificant in our eyes, but the recent heavy rain completely overturned my opinion.
It was a particularly sultry afternoon, and the air was full of depressing breath. The sunshine on the ground is dazzling, and the cicadas on the tree keep telling about the sultry weather. The wildest cat on weekdays is lying motionless on the tall camphor tree at the moment. I was idle and bored when I saw ants in the corner of the yard.
Ants carry dark and brownish food in droves. Looking at the ants moving, I thought, "It's going to rain!" " "As expected, in a short time, it suddenly got dark. I looked up and saw some dark clouds coming from somewhere with the cool breeze. " It's going to rain, go back to the house! "Mother shouted. I took a look at the ants that were still moving and had to go home.
Before long, several watermarks appeared on the ground, accompanied by a cool breeze. Then, the sky was suddenly covered with a layer of gray cloth, and the clouds gathered together, too heavy to hold, as if to press to the ground. There are more dark clouds and the wind is whistling, but it seems to be conveying clouds. "It's too heavy! I can't stand it! " Sure enough, the cloud could no longer support its heavy body and sank-dense raindrops fell from the sky and fell to the ground, followed by screams: "Pa! Can't stand it! " The cat in the tree looked at the raindrops, arched, jumped down from the tree and ran into the house screaming. Rain and fog obscured my view. I was lying in the house, suddenly thinking of those ants, and I couldn't help feeling sorry. I wanted to rush into the rain and fog with my umbrella, but on second thought, the ants in such a heavy rain must have been washed away somewhere!
The rain came and went in a hurry, but it soon stopped. As soon as the rain stopped, I couldn't wait to find the ants I missed. After the rain, only white clouds are left in the sky, floating softly in the air, and the sun shines faintly, reflecting on the potholed pond through the thick clouds. The asphalt floor in the yard is covered with water stains, forming a piece of water film. When I came to the front, all the ants were gone, only a few small ants were left. They touch each other with their tentacles to judge whether they are safe or not. Ants are preparing to go to the garden in pairs, but there are dangers everywhere on the ground-small ponds, which they try to avoid, but unfortunately happen-a small ant is attracted by a current, and it crawls around in the water, but to no avail. The first few ants either heard their companions' voices and hurried back to help. They stretch out their tiny forelimbs and drag the little ants out into the water, but the attraction between water and water is too strong. How can a few weak ants do it? I smiled sarcastically and was about to leave when I saw some ants crawling out of the flower bed-maybe some ants just came back to report! They came out to help their little friends regardless of the danger of being swallowed up at any time. There are ants coming out again. One, two ... They rushed to the pond to save those little ants. The ants got together in droves and rescued the little ants! I looked at this scene, and my heart was full of thoughts. ...
Ants are so small, but so United, giving their lives for others, and people? I murmured, "Small and beautiful!"