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In the early morning forest, the little animals woke up from their dreams and a good day began.
The squirrels jumped happily on the branches, shaking the droplets of water stuck to the pine cones, which were their nutritious breakfast. The yellow oriole birds sing while clearing their throats, and the thrushes and larks are also singing in response. The owl had just left the night shift and was getting ready to rest. The little white rabbit brought a basket of newly plucked turnips, and the whole family was enjoying the delicious taste of carrots. Sika deer take their baby for a walk while eating grass.
Morning glory is blooming, blowing trumpets while climbing up the branches, and two small snails climb over the green leaves of the morning glory to the purple morning glory. Several kinds of hydrangeas bloomed, red, purple, and white, and they decorated the green space under the forest.
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The air in the forest is fresh and rich in oxygen ions. The rising sun shines through the mist, casting speckled light and shadow from the cracks in the trees...
Suddenly, an unpleasant smell drifted through the air, a putrid smell, like the smell of dead rats.
Smelling this smell, the sika deer quickly left with the baby, Xiao Bai did not vomit, and the squirrel ran deep into the forest.
Did there be a homicide in the forest? The forest police weasel who received the alarm searched for the source of the smell. After half a day of searching, no rat carcasses were found.
At this time, a green-headed fly flew in, and it danced with its hands and feet looking extremely excited. Turns out that's exactly what it likes to taste.
The weasel sweated profusely and ran after the green-headed fly, and found a monster in the grass, which was extremely ugly.
It turned out to be a plant called aristolochia. It was blossoming, and it was from this flower that the smell of putrefaction emanated from it.
Photo by Luo Dan
Aristolochia is a plant with a brilliant and strange flower, its base is expanded like a spherical shape, strangely twisted upwards into a long tube, the nozzle expands into a funnel,yellow-green, the mouth has purple spots, and the putrid smell is emitted from the cavity at the base of the flower.
Before the weasel could see clearly, the green-headed fly desperately burrowed into it, its favorite smell. The weasel tried to hold it back before it was too late.
After the green-headed fly sucked on this taste, it found that it had no way out. It turns out that the flowers of the aristolochia have inverted burrs inside, and the hairs are long inward, which is easy to come in and difficult to go out. This is simply a trap.
The green-headed fly regretted that he should not have put his life and death for the sake of his belly. Weasels are also helpless, and aristolochia is poisonous. Nor can a weasel harm a aristolochia in order to save a green-headed fly.
The green-headed fly tried again and again, trying to climb out of the flower, but it was in vain.
Exhausted, the green-headed fly gave up the struggle. It calmed down and simply quietly enjoyed the honey provided to it by the aristolochia as if it were its last supper. The green-headed fly ate and drank enough to fall asleep, and spent the night like this.
At about 3:30 a.m. the next day, there was a "popping" sound, and the green-headed fly woke up from the dream. It turned out that the anther of the aristolochia was cracked and pollen was emitted from the cavity; at this time the burrs in the middle of the aristolochia began to soften, shrinking by three-quarters of the length, and they were all attached to the inner wall of the middle of the flower, and the original blocked exit was unclogged. The starlight reflected in, and the green-headed flies crawled out of the flowers against the starlight, which was really the rest of their lives.
It turns out that this is the characteristic of the aristolochia. The flowers emit a putrid odor when they bloom, attracting insects into the flowers and providing nectar, and inverted burrs shut the insects off the flowers for a day. When the anthers mature and crack, the panicked insects will be covered with pollen, and the fleeing insects will complete pollination for the aristolochia...
The green-headed flies, which have experienced life and death, become the heroes of their families. This experience has also become a legend of his life.