I am a bug. Modern poetry.

In childhood

I am a gentle caterpillar.

Lie prone at the mouth of the cave every day

Imagine the sky outside.

The wind is sunny, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

I spread my wings.

Fill the world with laughter

after school

I am a little bookworm.

Enter the page every day

Ate the scene inside.

Before and after the flowers, the sword shines.

I lowered my eyelids.

Follow the master around.

When I grow up

I became a skinny cocoon worm.

Climb branches every day.

Spinning silk and cocooning to cultivate life

I stretched out my hands.

Weave the future with painstaking efforts

And now.

I became a shallow net worm.

Bring a network cable every day.

Call friends to read history and give lectures.

I opened my eyes.

Looking around, it's hazy.