The previous article mentioned students running on the track and field.

In fact, the real protagonist is...

insect.

Yes, you read that right, insects.

Standing outside the guardrail, staring inside in a daze.

It’s all bugs!!!

So many bugs!!!

Isn't it a bit incoherent?

Anyway, no amount of words can express my surprise.

Countless insects were flying in the sky.

Feeling of numbness in scalp.

Take out your mobile phone to take photos and videos.

Mind is blank.

There is only one question, why are there so many bugs?

After calming down a bit, I can finally analyze the situation.

It's a lamp. The extremely high and bright lamp attracts countless bugs.

However, I pass by this place almost every night when I take a walk, so why have I never seen anything like this before?

lamp?

This light is on, is it a lamp?

It's funny. Searching for information from the limited memory fragments, I can't find anything that matches it.

I walked to the other side of the playground and saw the same facilities.

Yes. It's a lamp.

It never seems to light up.

So, what did you think it was before? A lightning rod? A radar?

I don’t know. I can’t remember clearly.

I rarely go to the playground.

As mentioned in the previous article, running against the crowd is a dangerous thing.

I usually choose the sidewalk on Central Avenue instead of crowding the playground with people.

Those two giant lampposts should be as tall as two or three street lamps.

To be honest, they rarely attract my attention.

I almost never go out of my way to look up.

Except this time.

(Of course, I must have tried it a few times, but maybe I didn’t understand what it was used for)

Like a .

The Lighthouse is a title that I particularly like, but I can't always grasp.

Lighthouse, candlelight, falling flowers.

These images may be the most beautiful existence in my heart.

"It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same."

"Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers."

"The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torches will dry up only when they turn to ashes."

Meaning.

I always try to seek eternity in the short term.

Maybe this is something different from normal people.

If I could be a for a year, I would not be a household lightbulb for the rest of my life.

A serves as a guide.

And, its light is in full bloom.

The is still a landscape.

As I write this, I suddenly want to look for pictures to accompany it.

I haven’t posted a picture for a long time.

OK, success.

Edit, add pictures, publish.

The post is blocked.

wtf?

Resend and add multiple pictures at once.

The post is blocked.

The third time.

Add as a reply.

Two, three. If you reply again, you will be swallowed.

He is really making things difficult in every possible way.

In the past few months, the money sent to the platform alone was enough to buy several terabyte hard drives.

As for being so fussy about searching? Not even a picture is allowed to be posted.

And my book list.

For senior VIPs, book lists will not be reviewed and approved.

Only one word comes to mind: permission dog.

It's really chilling.

That's all, why bother.

Good birds choose trees to roost in..

Maybe this is also the reason why I am unwilling to sign the contract.

Choose the soil first, then talk about taking root and sprouting.

Let’s continue talking about the .

There are some more images in the pictures I found.

Stars, isolated island, sea.

Watching, loneliness, eternity.

Qiqi reminds you to update.

There is no way...

There is no need to rush.

Hurry and finish writing before 24:00...

There is something wrong with the step counting in Ant Forest. We will see what happens tomorrow.

Where did it go?

insect.

Among the swarms of insects attracted by the towering (let’s call it that because I don’t think it is a , just taller).

There must be predators.

So, life or death depends on one's own abilities.

What I don’t understand is, what exactly is phototaxis?

What fun would it be to fly under the light?

The bug certainly won't answer me.

There are so many bugs and no one knows anyone.

No name.

Looking at it from a distance, even if one of them dies in the light, I won't know.

Put yourself into the insect.

Feeling better instantly.

Among all living things, humans and insects are no different.

That lamp also reminded me of UFO.

That insect reminds me of the locust plague.

That night, I dreamed of an insect plague...
Chapter completed!