Ladybird Song

In the splendid field of rape flowers, ladybugs lie inconspicuously on a certain petal, their heavily armored bodies are embellished with seven stars, and a pair of large compound eyes are full of wisdom. It doesn't need a spacious mansion, a thin leaf is enough to shield it from the wind and rain, nor does it need a delicacy, a fat aphid can make it eat. It swims among the flowers and plants every day, although it is slightly monotonous, but it is also leisurely. After experiencing the complete metamorphosis of four stages of egg-larva-pupae-adult, ladybugs finally became wise. In its eyes, everything is a little dust under its feet, and the continuous wilderness is nothing more than a desolate grave. It is open to the short life, and it cherishes the present time. Tirelessly stretching its tiny, delicate wings out from under its coat and flapping wildly, it is both a skilled aviator and an otherworldly dancer. Ladybugs are a good helper for humans, protectors of crops, and the only purpose of their survival seems to be to eliminate pests. But humans don't think so, and there are well-known nursery rhymes in the West that best illustrate this point: "Ladybug, ladybug, hurry home, your house is on fire, and the children are rushing everywhere." (Ladybug ladybug, flyaway home / Your houseis onfire, your childrend roam) is about farmers who burned the kubu vines in the fields after harvesting, not only clearing the land, but also burning many ladybugs to ashes. The industrious and contented ladybugs, whose character determines their survival, even if they die quietly, must add a little nourishment to the land. They don't need human sympathy, but their full lives have to be awe-inspiring. It is said that man is the spirit of all things, but it is a pity that "Prozac feels his heart, and everything works hard", and every metamorphosis of the ladybug is to meet a new life! No matter what you think, I'm willing to be a ladybug.