198 Once, when it was going to rain, I was about to enter the house from outside, and as soon as I entered the pavilion gate of the courtyard, I was stopped by a moving grain of white rice in front of me, which I had not paid attention to when I was eating before, and there was a group of ants that looked very panicked, and their feet were used as hands to transport their food.

I've watched the game and I can think of how important this grain of white rice is to them, especially when the storm comes, and they can work together to bring food to their homes.

"The Song of Things" poem, additional prose The white rice that fell on the ground Xinxiu is being typed in the hand, please wait a moment,

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