Snail miss

When the grapes just bloom, the snails have to be ready to climb along the grape vines. If the grapes ripen and start to move, the sweet grapes that are full of branches are not picked up by people, or they have fallen on the ground to become muddy water.

In the early morning of the summer, the sun seems to favor the cool feeling of the grape rack, and it falls into the vineyard early. A beautiful butterfly is standing on the leaves of the grape leaves covered with dewdrops, and the crystal dews are particularly bright with the colorful body of the butterfly, as if a fairy in the silver mirror is a flower-like jade. The butterfly blinked complacently, and used a light tentacles to point a drop of dew on the face. Even if it was cleaned, it was a feeling of excitement because of its beauty.

The snail moved very simply. The one-meter-high grape rack was a long and arduous adventure for him. Snails can't carry too much burden, except that the house that can't leave is simply nothing. He wants to be lightly ready to arrive at his destination when the grapes are ripe. Therefore, it is not only necessary to accurately calculate the distance traveled each day, but also to find the route that is most suitable for climbing, and then estimate which period to rest. Snails do not have the function of storing food. They only rely on the energy they have to consume the needs of the process. If you don't pay attention to it, you will lose all your strength and even dizzy and fall down. Death is not terrible for snails. The terrible thing is that you can never taste the taste of fresh and delicious grapes, and the eyes of your companions who laugh and spit.

The butterfly spread its wings and began to patrol the vines in the garden. Although the grape flowers are not gorgeous, they are very aromatic. A small yellow-and-white flower contains a wealth of nectar in the heart of the flower. The butterfly can easily absorb one flower and serve as a sweet breakfast.

The butterfly tastes nectar and the snail has begun to crawl hard along the roots of the vine. Every time you move a long distance of nails, the snail should look back and see if there is a deviation in the path of his choice. That attachment, the hardship can only be realized by himself. How much courage it takes, how much effort it takes to gain something, no one can give understanding and support.

The yellow pheasant flew over, and the clowning snail crawling bear did not laugh out loud: "Hey! I’m stupid, don’t you help me, climb like you slowly, I don’t know when to climb. Go to the top."

The snail silently continued his squirming and ridiculed Huang Hao with a good intention. My heart secretly shouted: "You are stupid, what do you know, when I climb to the top of the grape just cooked, stupid pig!"

The snail can only smack him in his heart, because the snail does not want to give birth when he is working hard, and he does not want to miss the harvest time. The yellow cockroach flew away, and the ambiguous scorpion could never understand the snail's mind, because the space of jaundice is simply a world away from the snail, and it is impossible to see.

The butterfly is full and full of wings, and the wings are very tired. She stopped on the petals and scanned the surroundings with multiple compound eyes. Suddenly, she found the pitiful snail. The butterfly flew femininely in front of the snail, gently stroking the hard shell of the snail with the tentacles, and said with emotion: "Snail brother, are you tired?"

"Not tired!" The snail is not angry, and this time the butterfly is disturbing, full of complaints.

"Snail brother, you have to climb up and down every year, it is better to stay on the grape rack and not go down. How good it is. "The butterfly is sincerely caring. "You know what, I stayed on it, the grapes are gone, I drink the northwest wind?" "Go away, walk away, don't bother me, do what you should do!" The snail shakes the shell because of the butterfly The tentacles made him itch, not at all comfortable.

The butterfly left sadly, and the beautiful wings set off a breeze on the face of the snail. The snail looked at the butterfly slyly, and the smell of a cockroach rushed into the heart.

"Don't blame me, Butterfly sister. Now is not the time for my children. If I don't work hard and don't hurry and struggle, I will miss the chance to win the fruits of victory, and even regret my life." Snails squinted I watched the figure of the butterfly and buried the emotions in my heart.

The grapes are ripe, and each one exudes a seductive fragrance. The black and red color is full of sweet water, and the translucent white grapes overflow with the sparkling brilliance. The snail finally saw the rich and beautiful fruit in front of her eyes, and finally she could stop and quietly taste the sweet grape. That comfortable feeling, who can share it.

The snail is glad that he has not missed this season of happiness and joy, how proud and proud he is for his efforts!