travel

The sky in the early autumn was as transparent as a glass bottle, but it was a pity that it broke into five stupid guys. If it is not the experimental needs, I will never touch these stupid snails. Its slow moving posture, it constantly wants to escape the thoughts, the obvious traces left by it crawling are incompatible with me, and already have an abacus in mind. When the mission is completed, they will be sent out as soon as possible. This unpleasant cooperation will be given up.

However, this is just my wishful thinking. The snails know that they are very important. So there is no such thing as a match. They climbed to the bottle without stopping. It seems that they have to climb Mount Everest, but they are still at the highest point. These athletes are The pen is perfectly poked with a poke. I can’t wait for the following, but they still don’t stop. I just have to throw in a few pieces of tender leaves that are 3 holes in the insects. I hope that it will stay in the same place for a few minutes, so that I can concentrate on it. Observe, their reaction in dark light.

Really a stubborn strange guy! These five snails are still unable to escape but are not jailed. The wind is not fruitful, I simply put it under the light and bathe the sun. Sure enough, they were eager to see each other, watching their awkward movements, I suddenly had an inexplicable pleasure. I tried to reach into the pen and provoke one of the weakest and throw it on the tin foil. This is a test about their sense of touch. I smiled and dimmed the light, letting the snails who were at a loss know how to climb around. Looking at it, the excitement disappeared. I suddenly felt a touch. Are they looking for a way home? Are they looking for the direction of freedom? I am full of guilt. These five snails are used as guinea pigs. They can enjoy a proper life without hard work, but they are constantly looking for a path of their own - not living for others, not a moment of leisure. While living, the bottle mouth is a distance that cannot be crossed between a strong and a weak. Freedom is the difference between enjoying the joy of life and enjoying it.

I solemnly put the snail into the bottle carefully, and the experiment is over. For a living being, I have no right to violate its ideals and freedoms. Before returning to school, I deliberately asked my mother to remember to put the five soldiers back in the grass, but after receiving the school, I received a call from my mother. The mother told me that there were only three snails left and two others. Go to a corner that is not known.

I suddenly wanted to cry, my mother did not finish the words, left the bottle, crawling somewhere in this place, waiting only for death. I regret why I have to steal a lazy moment and forget to send them home. Now, life is over and everything is gone.

However, in my mind, the snails continue to climb upwards, keep falling, and continue to climb the "stupid" look is still embarrassing, I should not forget, that I can not estimate the dedication of dedication.

Sighing, in the end, I am still a lifelong trip to miss the snail. This trip is a baptism. Even if it is very slow, it is only a small step away every time.