On Sunday afternoon, I was walking on the grass in the garden, and suddenly I saw a bunch of dark things squirming not far in front of me. I walked over quietly, and when I looked carefully, I saw a group of ants coming. Coming and going. They are busy moving.
It’s so interesting for ants to move. Look, no one of them is free. Some are carrying ant eggs, some are holding food, and some are carrying the ants they just moved. Some of the little ants that were born may have transported their things to their new residence and came back for a second move. I looked carefully and found that they were always lined up in two long columns, with a leader at the front. The big ant may be their leader. The long line is like a bicycle chain belt, one after the other, one row after another, looping back and forth, there is order! What's even more strange is that, If anyone falls behind, or wants to hang around and have fun, the "leader" or the partner next to him will go around and gently touch the naughty little naughties with his tentacles. Their discipline is quite strict!
In the center of the team, a group of big ants had already carried a big caterpillar. They all used their small pliers-like mouths to tightly clamp the chubby body of the green insect, kicked out their splayed legs, and some were desperately trying to move it in front. Dragging, some were pushing hard from behind, and there were "cheerleaders" cheering next to us in a similar posture to our tug-of-war. After a while, the returning team finally caught up to help. Just like that, pushing, dragging, and not long after, the line The fat caterpillars were finally moved into their new home by the ants.
This scene reminded me of the famous saying "Unity is strength."