Every year has its own cycle of flowers, who throws the bright moon into the old pond
Don't let the breeze blow on the setting sun trees, for above they are filled with new cicadas chanting old poems.
On Mount Tai, outside the Hongmen Line hiking trail, a fat mosquito was lying on a lush tree.
This is a pleasant summer. It was born in winter, flew across the entire spring, and witnessed the growth of all things on earth.
It is the oldest among mosquitoes. Converted into human age, it is at least a hundred years old.
It is drowsy as it recalls the passing years.
That spring was unusually noisy. Many of my companions either woke up from their slumber or were born in that season. They flew everywhere in search of their own kind.
It is a female mosquito. Like many female mosquitoes, after mating, it will suck the fresh blood of many warm-blooded animals or cold-blooded animals, including humans.
Otherwise, it will not be able to lay eggs and reproduce offspring.
Male mosquitoes do not suck human blood, not because they are friendly to humans or because they are too timid and afraid of being slapped to death, but because their mouth needles are relatively degenerate and their jaws are short and weak. They cannot penetrate human skin and can only rely on nectar, plant juices, etc. to survive.
The fat mosquito only has one husband in her life, although her husband has only mated with her once.
But after her husband died, she gave birth to three children, each time with more than 200 babies.
After that, she stopped giving birth, continued looking for a husband, and even gave up her husband's sperm that she had previously stored.
Sometimes, it feels ashamed of its own selfishness.
In nature, there are many insects that, once they lay eggs, will die soon after because they have exhausted the nutrients in their bodies.
Fatty didn't want to die so soon. She wanted to see the autumn that her mother longed for but couldn't see.
Its mother gave birth to it before the end of winter. Before she died, she told it, "Your grandmother gave birth to me in winter. Now I hear the footsteps of spring. I will definitely not see the summer, let alone the autumn after the summer. Child, please take a look at the summer for me. Autumn is such an unattainable dream."
So, as time passed, Fatty saw that some of her best friends only gave birth to one child and then died, while others changed four or five husbands before dying contentedly.
By now, most of the mosquitoes in the spring have died of old age.
In summer, the weather is too hot, and many female mosquitoes are unwilling to give birth and do not suck human blood. That is why humans find that there are fewer mosquitoes in summer than in spring.
The fat mosquito looked up at the night sky. The world is so big, and a life of three or four months is really too short.
When spring just came, a friend said that he wanted to leave here and see how big the world outside was.
Now, summer has arrived, and there has been no news from that little friend. I don’t know what happened to him.
Under the tree, there are two flies eating.
The farthest place the fat mosquito had ever been to was the human settlement at the foot of the mountain.
It stayed there for a few days.
On the first day, it saw the mistress sleeping with the master.
The next day, it saw the hostess sleeping with the second male.
On the third day, it saw the male owner sleeping with the second female.
On the fourth day, it saw the mistress and the master sleeping.
On the fifth day, the hostess still slept with the host, and it seemed that there would no longer be a second male or female lead in their lives.
The life of the hero and heroine is very happy and fulfilling.
Others got the person you missed, and you also got the person others missed. With a sigh, the fat mosquito returned to the mountains.
I really envy the longevity of humans, which allows them to see the panoramic view of the four seasons and even support them to explore the vast distance.
My mother died in the spring. She said the winter was very cold. I don’t know what the summer that my grandma talked about is like.
But grandma doesn't know what spring looks like, they are all too short-lived.
They either survive just one season or barely make it through two seasons before shrivelling up and falling to the ground. Even spiders or geckos are unwilling to eat them.
Thinking of the gecko, the fat mosquito was suddenly startled, and then saw a huge tongue rolling towards it.
A gecko passed by the place where the fat mosquito had been lying, stuck out its tongue, and continued to climb up.
Two flies under the tree looked up.
The fat man is gone.
They were not sad either, thinking that the fat man's life was happy and fearless, and that he spent his life like the breeze and the bright moon.
On the hiking trail, Yang Fan was carrying a backpack, a sleeping bag and a tent.
Beside him were Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian, who were as youthful and beautiful as ever.
Late at night, they no longer need to wear hats and masks and can show off their beautiful faces.
Even in sportswear, long sleeves and long pants, it is still obvious that the two sisters have curvy figures.
If she was wearing tight clothes, her figure must be very hot. The two flies stopped eating and looked at the Liu sisters passing by under the street light.
As for Yang Fan next to them, the two flies were not interested.
He must be another bootlicker, otherwise why did he carry all the things on his back while the two beauties were empty-handed, not even taking their cell phones.
"Mom, I envy and admire that dog." The little fly said to his mother.
"I don't envy you at all. You are a fly. If you want to worship, you should worship our own kind. Those who are not of our kind must have different hearts." The mother fly taught.
"But dogs can eat hot food anytime, they are happier than us." The little fly still looked envious.
The mother fly looked down at the food under her feet and patiently explained: "Child, humans don't eat shit."
The little fly was not convinced and said: "Mom, you lied. Last time we went to the human territory to find food..."
"Shut up, kid, you're a naughty boy." The mother fly slapped the little fly and pushed its head into the food.
The little fly pulled its head out of the food, leaving a head of food, as if its mother had beaten the shit out of its head.
The mother fly sighed and said that it was indeed impossible to go to human territory. Humans were too bad and too dangerous, and they had seriously affected the three views of the animal world.
On the hiking trail.
There are many people climbing the mountain at night in summer. There will be no one around for hundreds of meters, and it feels like you have reserved the entire mountain.
"Yang Fan, want to sing a song?" On the way, not long after passing the Red Gate ticket office and officially embarking on the sunrise journey, Liu Qianqian said to Yang Fan, who was carrying a backpack and looked like a backpacker traveling everywhere.
A boyfriend like this is quite handsome.
Yang Fan now has a wild beauty, which is quite different from his usual well-dressed appearance.
It’s not that he’s not attractive when he’s well-dressed, but they are two different styles of beauty.
Unchanging beauty can easily cause people to become aesthetically fatigued, so many celebrities who want to rely on their personality and appearance to retain old fans have to take a different route from before.
"Save your energy now, don't run around or shout, otherwise you will have to rest too many times. We haven't reached the top of the mountain at two in the morning." Yang Fan also had nothing in his hands, but his mountaineering bag was bulging.
The three of them even put their mobile phones in the side pockets of their backpacks, and stuffed their SLR cameras in a slightly larger bag.