The cicadas are noisy, and the birdsong mountains are more quiet. At night, the cicadas chirp, there is no bird language, there is occasional sound of wings fluttering, crickets and crickets join the singing team, and the night is quiet in the mountains. Walking on the winding path, you can hear your own footsteps, press the shutter, the shutter is deafening, and the flash flashes a trance tree shadow. In the past, a person did not dare to go to the mountains at night, nor would he go. Now, I can't resist the temptation of the insect world, and I often run to the mountains.
A two-toothed spiny ant is lying upside down on the leaf, its two hind feet and right midfoot hooking the edge of the leaf as if resting. It has two spines in front of the dorsal plate of the anterior thorax and the dorsal plate of the thoracic and abdominal segments, and one long spine on each side of the tip of the ventral stem knot, and six long spines, which always show its majesty and inviolability.
An elephant beetle sleeps in a very elaborate position, a pair of forefoots, one up and down to support the grass stem, its right tentacle against the right forefoot. Its sleeping position can be compared with the sleeping posture of the little dragon girl in "Condor Heroes". Unfortunately, the elephant armor was too sensitive to take a few pictures, and it pretended to be dead and fell to the ground. This is its escape technique.
On the other grass stem, the dark brown borer moth slept soundly, holding the grass stem with its forefoot and midfoot, and placing its hind feet at random. The closed wings of the borer moth resemble a long tail, the wings are covered with layers of hairs, and the hindwings are open like brooms. Suddenly remembering "why sweep the world without sweeping a house", the moth should be willing to sweep the world.
The borer moth larvae climbed weakly on the leaves, and their eyes seemed to be full of helplessness, and a dozen velvet cocoon bee larvae parasitized on its waist, sucking its juices. These velvet cocoon bee larvae quickly pupate, and the borer moth larvae are squeezed dry and die in pain. Seeing the helpless and weak party, it is often necessary to reach out and relieve its pain, but this is the law of nature.
On one side is the pain of imminent death, and on the other side is the joy of imminent birth. A few bug eggs on the blades of grass, an empty, empty egg, like a transparent beer cup, unopened like a smiling face. The red dots on their faces are the compound eyes of the soon-to-be-born bug nymphs, and the black "mouths" are egg breakers, who smile as a gift for their birth.
Every life is born as if it were playing the music of life.
Following the headlamp light, a praying mantis mantis gently swayed in the wind, faintly some figures. Looking closer, the newborn mantises are pulled by silk threads, like swinging on a swing. The ground and leaves are full of newborn little praying mantises, looking at the world in a novel way, turning their heads and wiping the "knives" as if they were cheering. A mantis can hatch hundreds of small mantises, and so on, and maybe I can photograph the whole process of some small mantis hatching.
To make it easier to shoot the overall picture, I turned the branches of the mantis and seven small mantises huddled together. They all have a silk thread tied to the end of their abdomen, perhaps, so as to ensure that they will not fall directly to the ground when they are born.
Afraid of affecting the small praying mantis born later, he took a few pictures and turned the branches back to their original positions. Suddenly, a small praying mantis came out of the hole, big eyes, just like a newborn baby, the skin was smooth and supple, its feet, tentacles, close to the body, hugged together, it suddenly looked up with force, up, and then used the strength of the whole body downwards, like an athlete jumping and diving when diving. If I hadn't just seen the first born mantis with silk thread pulling, I was really worried that it would fall to its death. In an instant it had stopped in the air. Not knowing whether it was its power or the action of the wind, it kept spinning in circles. Spinning and turning, the body is straight, and the six legs are spread. At this time, I found that it has a layer of germ membrane on its body, the embryonic membrane is detached to the ventral end, and the small mantis breaks free of the shackles of the silk thread, and it can be regarded as a complete new birth, and it is truly reborn as a mantis first-age nymph.
On the mantises, the white foam on the branches, it turned out that they had shed their embryonic membranes.
Then one, two, and many small mantises were born, and imagine the birth of hundreds of praying mantises before, as if they were playing the music of life, and like dancers on circus tightropes, announcing their arrival in a graceful dance.
A small world, because their arrival is full of life.