The power of life

I love to eat sea white shrimp, so I often have a party with sea white shrimp at the table, but my experience this time can be uncomfortable.

At noon on Saturday, my grandmother and my mother shouted to me: "To eat sea white shrimp today! Come and see!" Because I have never been in contact with sea white shrimp, I am full of confidence, thinking: "Haha, isn't it a sea shrimp?"

When I first came there, I saw a lot of sea white shrimps. They were half dead, and only the legs were still sliding regularly. I thought arrogantly: "They should be scared to death!" I looked at a big one with confidence, pinched its beard, took him up, teased it, when I was gloating. At that time, he seemed to have exhausted his whole body and struggled. His tail was heavy on my finger. My hand was loose, and the shrimp fell to the ground, accompanied by a scream of "ah." I ran down the stairs, and I didn't know where I was flying. I saw my grandmother didn't take it for granted: "Even shrimp are afraid, what a boy!" Suddenly I felt a wet sea shrimp was thrown by my grandmother. On my neck, followed by another scream, I rushed to the room like Bolt and cried. . . . . .

In a scream, I stopped crying and opened my eyes under two kind faces. . . . . .

I cut the shrimps under one education, my heart pounded, and when the shrimp struggled, I still had the courage to hold it, even though it almost died.

Oh, it really makes me wonder, my favorite thing is actually what I am most afraid of! It turns out that such a small life can explode such a powerful force!