♬♭Hazel’s Land ♫ ♩ ♪

Yesterday, I went jogging in the afternoon. The sunshine was bright, the wind was mild, the trees were spreading something like cotton, and many handsome guys were playing around. Everything is wonderful~!
After jogging a few laps, I stopped to have a rest. When I was doing some stretching, I saw something on the ground interesting. So I spent a long long time watching it. It was an ant home, a small hole between 2 bricks and many ants were busy coming in and out. I watched very carefully and I found that, every time an ant came out, together with a grain of sand. It carried the grain of sand to a place away from the entrance and went back immediately, without a moment of rest, to carry the next sand.
I realized that the ants were making their house—a house underground.
Their power is trivial. Every trip they can just carry one grain of sand. And they have to repeat the same work thousands of time a day and only move out a little of the earth. They don’t care their power is so little but keep working very hard. Finally, they make up their tremendous castle underground.
I recalled that I had read an article about ants. It said that the ant den is easily destroyed by the rain, so every time after the rain, the ants have to build a new one. Thousands of thousands times of carrying would be in vain right after the rain, but the ants won’t stop and complain or cry out their depression. It seems that they even before they have time to moan or wail, they have to go back working.
So I have to think of myself: when I come across something difficult, I hesitate. And after some working, if I still don’t see any result, I want to give up. My power is much greater than an ant’s, but I think I am somehow, weaker than it! They are humble, but they are also respectable, I think.
Next time when I come across some difficulty, I will think of the little creature I saw in a pleasant afternoon.