It was not the wool head that once took the temperature, but the black and dry body of an earthworm.
When I was sweeping the floor, I found that an earthworm had actually drilled out all the soil in the flowerpot.
An earthworm has to go through the endless darkness underground all his life.
In order to resist the hard fate, only a soft body can loosen the hard soil.
Oh, smooth floor and crystal lamp, does it see the paradise it yearns for?
Is it exciting to get out of the earthworm when the weather is wet?
Does it feel like human beings, but we have seen the final outcome.
The corpse of an earthworm is like a twisted and rusty wire, which was once the appearance of life.