I remember when I was young, I could open my eyes and look at the sun. My eyesight was enough to see very fine things. When you see something small, you must observe its pattern carefully. Therefore, I often take pleasure in observing things other than themselves.

Mosquitoes fly like thunder in summer, and I privately compare them to cranes flying in the air. The landscape in my mind is a crane, so thousands or hundreds of mosquitoes flying in front of my eyes are actually cranes. Looking up at this scene, my neck is stiff. (Sometimes) I leave mosquitoes in white mosquito nets and slowly spray them with additives to make them fly in the smoke. As the picture of Qingyun crane, it is really like a crane singing loudly on the cloud, which makes people happy and admire.

I often squat down beside uneven earth walls and overgrown flower beds, making my body as high as the flower beds, and observe them carefully. It is really comfortable and enjoyable to think of lush weeds as Woods, insects and ants as wild animals, places where dirt and debris stand out as hills, and low-lying places as valleys, and imagine yourself traveling in them.

One day, I saw two insects fighting in the grass. Just as I was watching this scene with great interest, suddenly a very big thing rushed in like pushing the mountain down. It turned out to be a toad. (Toad) When the tongue stretched out, both worms swallowed it. At that time, I was young and addicted to it. I couldn't help screaming and feeling scared. Calm down, catch toad, give it dozens of whips and drive it to another yard.