Poems written by first-year students 12.

On Sunday afternoon, I took a walk on the grass in the garden. Suddenly I saw a pile of black things crawling not far ahead. I crept over and took a closer look. A group of ants come and go. They are busy moving.

It's interesting for ants to move. You see, none of them are free. Some are carrying ant eggs, some are carrying food, some are carrying newborn ants, and some may have transported things to their new houses and moved back for the second time. I looked carefully and found that they always lined up in two long columns. There is a big ant leading the way at the front of the line, which may be their leader. Long queues are like chain belts of bicycles, one after another. Stranger still, if anyone falls behind and wants to stay and play, the "boss" or the next partner will go around and gently touch those naughty boys with their tentacles. Their discipline is quite strict!

In the middle of the line, a group of big ants carried a big caterpillar early. They all clamped their chubby bodies tightly with jaws like vises and pushed their splayed feet away. Some dragged hard in front, some pushed hard in the back, and there was a cheering posture next to it, similar to our tug-of-war competition. After a while, the returning team finally caught up to help. That's it, push, drag, not long, that.

This scene reminds me of a famous saying "Unity is strength".