I never feel tired when I face the pond and stare at it. In this small green world

I don’t know how many busy little lives there are. On the edge of the muddy pool, you can see piles of black tadpoles playing and chasing in the warm water; a salamander with a red belly also uses its broad tail like a rudder

Swaying like this and moving forward slowly; in the reeds, we can also find groups of caddis larvae, which

each hide their bodies in a dry In a small sheath made of branches - this small sheath is used to defend against natural enemies and various unexpected disasters.

Insect Diary 1: On Ancestry Everyone has their own talents and their own personality. Sometimes this personality seems to be inherited from our ancestors. However, it is very, very difficult to trace where these personalities come from. For example, one day I saw a shepherd boy counting pebbles in a low voice and calculating the total number of pebbles. He regarded this as a pastime. So when he grew up, he became a very famous professor. Finally, , he might become a mathematician. There is another child who is not much older than the other children. The other children only pay attention to playful things, but he does not play with other children, but spends all day He imagined the sound of a musical instrument, so when he was alone, he heard a mysterious ensemble tune. It can be seen that this child is very musically talented. The third child is small, thin, and very young. Maybe when he eats bread and jam, he may accidentally smear it on his face, but he actually has his own hobby - he likes to sculpt clay and make All kinds of small models, these small models were carved by him into different shapes. If this kid is lucky, he will become a famous sculptor one day. I know that talking about other people's private affairs behind their back is a very annoying behavior, but I thought maybe you could allow me to talk about it and take this opportunity to introduce myself and my research. When I was very young, I already had a feeling of being close to things in nature. If you think that my tendency to observe plants and insects is inherited from my ancestors, it is simply a big joke, because my ancestors are all uneducated country bumpkins and have no interest in other people. Know nothing about anything. The only thing they know and care about is their own cattle and sheep. Only one of my grandparents had ever read a book, and even his spelling of letters seemed to me highly implausible. As for any special training I have received, it is out of the question. I have had no teacher to teach me since I was a child, let alone a mentor, and there are often no books to read. However, I just keep moving towards the goal in front of me, which is to one day add a few pages of my insights into the history of insects. Looking back on the past, many years ago, I was still a naive child and I had just learned to recognize letters. However, I am still very proud of my courage and determination to learn for the first time. An experience I remember very clearly is the first time I went looking for a bird's nest and the first time I went to collect wild mushrooms. The joy I felt at that time is really unforgettable to this day. I remember one day, I went to climb a mountain close to my home. On the top of this mountain, there is a forest that has aroused my strong interest for a long time. Looking out from the small window of my house, I can see these trees standing up to the sky, swaying in the wind and bending in the snow. I have long been interested in the woods. I hope I can have a chance to go to these woods and take a look. This time I climbed the mountain for a long time, and my legs were very short, so I climbed very slowly. The grass slope was very steep, just like a roof. Suddenly, at my feet, I found a very cute little bird. I guessed that this little bird must have flown down from the big rock where it was hiding.

After a while, I found this little bird's nest. The nest is made of hay and feathers and is lined with six eggs. The eggs were a beautiful pure blue and very shiny. This was the first time I found a bird's nest, and it was the first of many joys that the birds brought me. I was so happy that I lay down on the grass and observed it very carefully. At this time, the mother bird was flying around on the stone very anxiously, and was shouting "Tucker! Tucker!", showing a very uneasy look. I was too young to even understand why it was so painful, so I hatched a plan in my mind. I first brought back a blue egg as a souvenir. Then, come back two weeks later and remove the birds before they can fly. Fortunately for me, I happened to meet a priest as I placed the bluebird eggs on the moss and walked cautiously home. He said, "Oh! A Saxikora egg! Where did you pick up this egg?" I told him about the experience of picking up eggs, and said, "I plan to go back and pick up the rest of the eggs." , but only when the new-born chicks have just grown their feathers." "Oh, you can't do that!" cried the priest; "you can't be so cruel as to snatch the babies of the poor mother bird. You have to be a good boy and promise me never to touch that bird's nest again." From this conversation, I understood two things. First, stealing eggs is a cruel thing. The second thing is that birds and animals are just like humans, they each have their own names. So I asked myself: "What are the names of my many friends in the woods and on the grassland? What does Saxikora mean?" A few years later, I learned about Saxikora. Xikora means dweller of the rocks, and the bird that lays blue eggs is a bird called a stone bird. There is a small river flowing quietly along our village. On the other side of the river, there is a forest, all of which are smooth and straight trees, like tall pillars, and the ground is covered with moss. In this forest, I collected wild mushrooms for the first time. At first glance, the shape of this wild mushroom looks like an egg laid by a hen on the moss. There are many other types of wild mushrooms that come in different shapes and colors. Some are shaped like little bells, some are shaped like light bulbs, some are shaped like teacups, and some are broken and they shed tears like milk. Some of them turn into tears when I step on them. The color is blue. Among them, there is one of the strangest ones, which looks like a pear. There is a round hole on the top of them, which is probably a kind of chimney. I poked it with my finger, and a bunch of smoke would spurt out from the chimney. I filled a big bag with them. When I was in a good mood, I made them smoke until they shrank into a kind of Until something like tinder. After that, I returned to this interesting forest several times. I was in the Crows, doing my preliminary lessons in mycology, and gained by this collection what could not have been obtained by staying in the house. In this combination of observing nature and conducting experiments, I have learned almost all the lessons except two courses. I have learned only two lessons of a scientific nature from others, and these have been the only two subjects in my life: anatomy and chemistry. The first was that I relied on the accomplished natural scientist Morgan Stone, who taught me how to look at the internal structure of a snail in a basin of water. This course is very short, but you can learn a lot. When I first started studying chemistry, I had less luck. During an experiment, a glass bottle exploded, injuring most of the students. One person was almost blind. The teacher's clothes were burned to pieces, and many spots were stained on the walls of the classroom. Later, when I returned to this classroom, I was no longer a student but a teacher, but the spots on the wall were still there. This time, I learned at least one thing, which is that every time I do an experiment in the future, I always ask my students to stay away. One of my biggest wishes is to build a laboratory in the wild.

They choose a cave and lie there waiting for passing dung beetles. The black-eared thrush, wearing white and black clothes, looks like a black monk, sitting on the top of the stone singing simple songs. Where in the pile of rocks can you find those bird's nests with tiny sky-blue eggs? When the stone was moved, the little black monks living inside the stone were naturally moved as well. I feel very sorry for these little black monks because they are such lovely little neighbors. As for the lizard, I don't think it's cute, so I don't feel the slightest regret about its passing. The mounds of sand also hid colonies of digger bees and hunter bees. To my regret, these poor digger bees and hunter bees were ruthlessly and innocently driven away by construction workers. But there are still some hunters left, who are busy all day long, looking for small caterpillars. There is also a very large wasp that is so bold that it dares to catch poisonous spiders. There are many such powerful spiders living in the soil of Hamas. And you can see that there are also strong and brave ants. They send out a military camp's strength and line up in a long line to set off to the battlefield to hunt their powerful captives. In addition, the woods near the house are filled with various birds. Some of them are singing birds, some are green warblers, some are sparrows, and some are owls. There is a small pond in this wood, filled with frogs, who form a deafening orchestra when May comes. The bravest among the residents was the wasp, which took over my house without permission. There is also a white-rumped wasp living at the door of my house. I have to be very careful every time I go into a house or I step on them and ruin their mining job. Through the closed windows, plaster bees build earthen nests in the walls of soft sand and stone. The small hole I accidentally left in the wooden frame of the window was used by them as a door. On the edge of the shutters, a few lost mason bees built a hive. As soon as lunch time came, these wasps came to visit me. Their purpose, of course, was to see if my grapes were ripe. These insects are all my companions, my dear critters, friends I have known before and now, and they all live here, hunting every day, building nests, and raising their families. Moreover, if I were to move my residence, the mountains would be near me, and they would be full of wild strawberry trees, rock roses, and heathers, where wasps and bees like to gather. I had many reasons to escape the city for the countryside and come to the Inner South to weed weeds and irrigate lettuce.