路旁的草丛,小小的水洼,低矮的土堆,都会看到昆虫的身影。我曾嘲笑过它们的丑陋,鄙视过它们的渺小,但是看了法布尔的《昆虫记》后,我发现自己错了。原来小小的昆虫像我们人类一样,拥有自己的语言,能唱会跳,有父母之爱、朋友之谊,为了能够生存下去,它们发挥了聪明才智,成就了属于自己的精彩。圣甲虫的爱让我动容。圣甲虫为了孩子们有一个温暖的家,不管粪有多臭,多 Roadside grass, small puddles, low mounds, will see the figure of insects. I had ridiculed their ugliness, despised their insignificance, but after reading Fabre’s Insect, I found myself wrong. The original small insects like our humanity, have their own language, can sing and dance, with the love of parents, friendship of friends, in order to survive, they have played a smart, achievements of their own wonderful. Scarab love let me move. Scarabs have a warm home for the kids, no matter how stinky the stool is