The power of life

The setting sun was pressing, and the reddish glow of the evening emerged, with a smile, revealing the dusk of the suburbs. The sunset seemed to suddenly break on the horizon, disappearing silently. I walked home and saw a family. There was an injured small reptile lying on the window sill of the shop.

The small reptile is about two centimeters long and one centimeter wide. It is black and black, and it is black and shiny under the afterglow. It has several silver stripes on its belly, the tail is tilted upwards, and the six legs are kept. Struggling, like asking for help from passers-by. The two forefoots are entangled, maybe giving yourself some meager strength. I saw the three legs on the right side of the small reptile pushing the three legs on the left, and the three legs on the left are tilting down. Like the left side, it seems to be looking for an opportunity to turn over and continue to climb as calmly as before.

The last rays of the evening gradually disappeared. The blue sky turned dark blue when people got off work. I continued to observe the small reptiles. On several occasions, I really wanted to reach out and help him, but the strong curiosity still made me I retracted my hand -------- I want to know how long this little thing can last. After a moment, the amazing phenomenon appeared in front of me, the little reptile turned over and climbed a few steps forward, then Proud to twist and twist, simple comment: full of philosophy.