09 sharp-winged jute head, dead fight sixteen roads, until death does not retreat, yellow teeth are majestic, violent and abnormal, due to the lightness of the insect, long and long to small beat large, brave to go forward, never flinch.
Those who have seen this insect are amazed. The field is dead, and many people are disabled. With a single leg last way to fight a field recognized as a big murderer, with a mutilated body (this field dropped a leg fell a front hug) to fight to the end of the other party toothless, still rush forward to open the teeth and drum wings, the jute worm owner burst into tears, in the field of insect friends more tears.
Some people say that this worm is not a king or a handsome man, but at best a general. In my heart worm, jute is the worm king who plays forever.
My little leopard brother is not talented, and I dedicate a poem of oil to the jute worm lord and comfort the jute worm king in the spirit of heaven:
The narrow path of the Worm King meets the brave to win
The flat head and flat neck are not strange, and the brave three autumns are invincible.
The field is desperately terrified, and the small fight is a big life and death game.
The fierce leaders will fight, and when they are strong, they are fearless.
Eating clips can also be painful, desperate to give up their skills.
The body is crippled and strong, and the scales and wounds all over the body show heroic spirit.
Born into the autumn sand field of death, the sixteen pots became legends.
When the wind blows the dead leaves into winter, the golden coffin enters the general's sacrifice.
Give me a little general, every time I smell the autumn song into a remembrance.