I think of (myself) when young, to look directly at the sun eyes wide open, even the most subtle things can clearly see, encountered small things, we must carefully observe its texture, it often can feel beyond the fun of the thing itself. Summer mosquitoes thunderous voice, and I compare them to groups cranes flying in the air, my heart to think that hundreds of thousands of mosquitoes, it really turned into a crane. I head up to see them (mosquitoes), the neck becomes stiff so. I stay in the mosquito again the account is not stained yard and slowly smoke spit them so they directed the smoke flew telling them to form a Qingyun Crane's view, in my view, they are really the same as in the Cape tweet cloud, and I applaud this happy. I often rugged areas in the walls, take the stage where weeds, squat body, making body and as high as the flower bed; attentively, as the weed trees, the insects and ants as a beast, the earth crushed hernia as hills, where the concave down as a valley, into which my spirit, feeling happy and satisfied. One day, I saw the fight between the two insects in the grass, (they squat down) to see them, see when the mood is strong, and suddenly the guy with the individual shape to pull down a huge mountain rushing overwhelming momentum of the tree, turned out to be a toad, it is a spit tongue, two worms on the whole by its gargling stomach gone. (Then) I was little, now see that God can not help but wow the screaming out, (such as me) mind is restored, to catch toads, pumping more than a dozen whip it, it went to the yard the other .