I'm a worm, a cabbage worm. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Lepidoptera Hammerhorn Suborder, Pink Butterfly Family. My scientific name is the cabbage butterfly, also known as the cabbage white butterfly, and the larvae are also known as cabbage green worms.

I only have a year to live and now I'm in the larval stage.

If I don't make a mistake, I will turn into a butterfly in about half a year. Then look for the same kind to mate, lay eggs, and die.

Life is so short, compared to the lifespan of other animals that is years, decades or even hundreds of years, which is simply a sad thing.

I'm not worried, though. Because I vaguely remember that this kind of life, no, I've experienced it ten times.

Yes, I seem to have preserved the memories of my past life.

It's a world made up of carbon, full of dangers, and the jungle is the strong. Everything is in the carbon cycle. Carbon forms everything in the world, the sun shines on the earth, and plants absorb light and heat, absorb carbon in the ground, form a body, and keep growing. Herbivores absorb carbon from plants, while carnivores prey on herbivores and eventually die of old age, returning elements from their bodies to nature, completing a carbon-based cycle.

This is the law of the movement of heaven and earth, and this is the truth I realized after I became a worm for the seventh time.

After turning into a worm for the seventh time, I was successfully hatched from the eggs and turned into a cabbage worm, frantically eating the greens in the yard. The sweet juice of the plant beckoned me to open my mouth wide and bared my hideous teeth. This huge vegetable garden is simply a treasure, and my body can't help but expand and grow in strength as I keep eating.

It's a pity that there is a strong smell of medicine, and there is nothing to see in front of me, all white water vapor.

Being stained by this white mist, there was a severe pain that hit my body, and my body couldn't help but twitch rapidly, and I couldn't contain it. Then, intense paralysis enveloped the whole body. No matter how much I persisted, the end result was a fall from the leaves to the ground, and then eternal darkness struck and death came.

"Pesticides, to death!" This is the first time I've had a consciousness, and the first time I've thought back to my previous bugs, and I've done bugs six times before.

I didn't feel the passage of time at all, and when I woke up for the seventh time, I had just broken out of my egg.

This time, he was still eating the vegetables in the vegetable garden as usual. However, this time I kept an eye on it. Obviously, this forest of food has an owner. He's certainly not going to let me and my ilk make a mess of this, and maybe at some point he'll spew another white mist that smells of medicine.

There was a sudden fear in my heart, and I knew that this place was not suitable for a long time. So, I mustered all my strength and crawled towards the outside of the garden. The outside world is very big, there is food, and as long as I get out of this sea of suffering, I can smoothly turn into a butterfly and soar in the air. At that time, how happy it was.

However, at this moment, a praying mantis rushed towards us with a large scythe.

At this moment, I saw the compound eyes of my companions full of fear.

This was the end of my seventh rebirth.

The eighth time, it was in a vegetable garden. According to the nature of living beings, their companions struggle to eat. There are many praying mantises, ladybugs and birds in the garden. This time, I learned well, and I didn't rush to climb up the leaves, but did the opposite, hiding in the dirt at the bottom.

After a long period of time, I finally managed to become a male butterfly. Finally able to fly, finally able to soar freely between the heavens and the earth. However, this is useless. Just as I was about to go and woo a female butterfly, a bird swooped down.

The ninth time, after I became a butterfly, I endured the urge to reproduce and hide among the leaves and suck vegetables for a living. At this time, I already understood that the sky above was a more terrifying existence than the vegetable field.

In the end, I survived the year of my life without any problems, dying in the frost.

That's life, it's boring.

This was my tenth rebirth, and I began to think about the meaning of life.

As soon as the worm thinks, God laughs. My small brain hurts a lot when I think about something too complicated.

Just now I was thinking about how to get through this short life, and where to look for things, when a strong wind blew.

Like the previous nine incarnations, I was born in a vegetable garden. The radish and vegetables here grow luxuriantly, and the taste is more beautiful than the previous nine times, which is simply a jade liquid.

However, they were quickly harvested by their owners.

The open earth was empty, hunger came, and as I pondered where my next meal would be, a strong wind struck. My tiny body finally couldn't hold it anymore, and after a long flight in the air, I floated above a large pond. The pond is so big that it is a vast ocean for my small body.

At this moment, a transparent column of air swept overhead, and then exploded, turning into countless points of light.

It was so bright that my compound eyes were almost blinded.

The light kept drilling into my body, and it hurt and was aerobic, and then smashed me into the water. ，

This put me in great danger because the water was full of fish.

For me, a fat and fleshy bug, the carp will never let go of this beautiful restaurant that fell from the sky.

Sure enough, just as I was struggling to swim towards the shore, a small carp stared at me.

Then a big mouth.

Despair arose in my heart, the pond was so big that it would have taken me half a day to escape to shore without the fish.

It's too late.

The red carp's mouth was open, and a vacuum was formed in its mouth, and the strong suction force sucked me through.

"Don't, spare your life!" Intense fear makes the worm tremble.

I couldn't help but scream loudly, so quietly, but still audible to the enemy.

The problem is, even if I beg for mercy, it's useless. Do predators have compassion for food?

Fish eat insects, and it is in line with heaven to convert the carbon elements on the insects into themselves.

But at this time, I was stunned: "Ah, I can speak!" ”

How is this possible, how can bugs talk?

We don't have articulatory organs, and the brain is just a simple neuron, so how can we produce words and make sounds.

No, I'm a bug, how can I think like a human?

This doesn't make sense.

At this very moment, I felt as if something was growing in my mouth. There is a slender muscle that vibrates rapidly and makes a complex sound, which is called the vocal cords.

It was useless to think about it now, my whole body had been sucked into the mouth of the fish, and the pain was intense.