I like ants, not only because they are hardworking and simple, but also because they help each other in times of crisis. The spirit of bravely marching forward.

Today, I saw some ants walking in a hurry on the kitchen wall. On a whim, I ran to the hall and poured some water with a teacup. They were frightened and fled everywhere. They spread their legs thinner than needles and ran desperately to the dry place, but it was too late. Beads as big as beans stick to them like glue, making them unable to move. Just when they were nervous, they huddled together, holding hands, trying to break out of the tight encirclement. Finally, they finally overcame the difficulties and lay on one side exhausted, as if congratulating each other and enjoying themselves. After a while, they lined up again and hurried forward.

I followed their direction and saw them walking to the door with bread crumbs the size of broad beans. I had a brainwave and moved the crumbs to another place, thinking that I would give up if I couldn't find them. Unexpectedly, they soon found the place and continued to lift the bread crumbs without hesitation. They finally had their own delicious meal.

I looked at this group of ants, sighing and ashamed. I think: ants with big grains of rice are sometimes stronger and more hardworking than people.