螞蟻
‘‘You must kill that little ant,” my brother said bored. There is a little ant on the table. I stare at it hardly. I ignore my little brother’s word at all. Why the ant crawled on to table from floor. Because I want to figured out. I looked at this little thing is wriggling on the table. Its waist bent low little, as if very tired, like an old man has just finished running one hundred meters. I laughed at it for its powerless and it being so small. It always fell around with its feeler carefully. Looks like to find something. Like a hunter pulls his hound dog，get to field and then to found a shout prey. Finally he found his prey. A little cake of left. He carefully around that small piece of mind it is a giant cake to go with two circle, and then it check it out over. It goes away, likes to tell everyone. I don’t care. After a moment. I’m out from the kitchen. Oh my god. There is a lot of ants on the table. I bet that ant must tell its parents. They are skilled force to take the cake, I watch them laboring, practically having there face glued to table, just like the people drags the boat. Bend low pulling thick ropes walk slowly. For a moment, they drag the cake to the table edge, I have a weird thought, and I put that little down to the middle of the desk naughty. I thought those little ants must be give up angry. But let me unexpected is, they turn to back to the middle of the desk. Not doubt at all. They started to raise it. I knowthem slowly them little body doesn’t small and power. That mean is perseverance, strong and gregarious. What am I better then them. Except my body is bigger then them. Brains is complicated then them. Is there anything else? Why can’t I learn advantages from them? I stare at those ants walks away slowly, I decide to learn perseverance from them.