The caterpillar taught me to go to class
?——Zhang Wenliang
The bell was about to ring,
I was still wandering outside the classroom ;
Teaching was once my passion,
but now it is difficult to even be calm,
Hey! How do you go to the podium with a wounded heart?
Suddenly a black caterpillar fell from the tree.
The little girl next to me was screaming, and a boy said it was disgusting.
I looked down. The caterpillar asked, "Are you hurt?"
Unexpectedly, the caterpillar didn't appreciate it. It turned over, crawled out of the road, climbed into the haystack, climbed up the dead branches, and climbed up the tree trunk.
Huh? How did the caterpillar choose the tree it just fell from?
Did it forget the damage it had just done? The bark of the maple tree is rough and bumpy.
The caterpillar struggled to climb up, bang! It fell to the ground again,
It turned over and climbed up towards the same tree trunk again,
The interesting black-faced guy climbed higher and higher.
When the strong wind blew, the caterpillar fell down again. I saw that the caterpillar’s ??body was soft and every long hair on its body was loosened.
Oh my God! This is the natural structure of a parachute!
In the past, I used to envy how beautiful the flying butterflies were.
Today, I know how cute the sturdy caterpillars are.
Soft ones are better than hard ones. The caterpillar climbed up the same tree trunk again,
I walked towards the classroom, and,
I walked more and more briskly...