Small ants crossing the river

A torrential rain destroyed the home of the ants, and countless ants were killed in the rain. A surviving little ant crawled stubbornly along the steep high slope. It climbed and climbed and finally climbed to a large river.

On the other side of the river is a steep mountain surrounded by a dense jungle. The little ant looked at the other side of the river and began to fantasize. How good it would be if the new home was on the river. The high mountains will never be submerged by the rain. The dense jungle can shelter from the wind and rain, but I can't even swim, how can I reach the other side of the river? She was crying and frowned.

Suddenly, an autumn wind blew, and a few leaves flew down into the river and went downstream. The little ant stared at the leaves and stared at the leaves. He shouted excitedly: "Yes, I can cross the river by the 'leaf boat.'" The little ant quickly found a large leaf and climbed up. Be prepared to wait for the wind grandfather to help. The grandfather of the wind sneezed, and the big leaves carrying the little ants flew up and fluttered into the river. The little ant just had to breathe a sigh of relief, and a wave of heads rang, and the small leaf boat swayed westward and almost overturned. With the autumn wind, a wave and a wave, the small leaf boat may be sunk at any time, and the small ants may be buried at the bottom of the river at any time. It held his breath, and the six limbs firmly grasped the small leaf boat, and they refused to relax for a moment. They struggled with the wind and the waves until dawn, and arrived safely on the other side of the river.

The little ant stood on the steep shore and started a new day against the rising sun.