论祖传人人都有自己的才能和自己的性格。有的时候这种性格看起来好像是从我

On ancestral inheritance, <br><br>everyone has his own talents and his own personality. Sometimes this character seems to be inherited from our ancestors, but it is very, very difficult to investigate where these characters came from. <br><br>For example, one day when he saw a shepherd boy, he was counting down the pebbles in a low voice, counting the total number of these pebbles, taking it as a pastime, so he grew up and became a very famous professor. , He may be a mathematician. In addition, there is another child whose age is not much older than other children. Other children only pay attention to jokes, but he does not play with other children, but all day. Fancy the sound of a musical instrument, so when he was alone, he heard a mysterious ensemble. It can be seen that this child is very talented in music. The third child, who is small and thin, and very young, maybe he accidentally smeared his face when he eats bread and jam, but he actually has his own hobby-like sculpture clay, made Various small models, these small models were sculpted into various shapes by him. If this little kid is lucky, he will one day become a famous sculptor. <br><br>I know that discussing other people's private affairs behind the back is a very annoying behavior, but I think maybe you can allow me to talk about it and take this opportunity to introduce myself and my research. <br><br>When I was very young, I already had a feeling of being close to things in nature. If you think that my character of observing plants and insects was inherited from my ancestors, that would be a big joke, because my ancestors are all uneducated country folks, and they are not I don’t know anything about it. The only thing they know and care about is their own cattle and sheep. Among my grandfathers, there is only one person who has flipped through the books, and even his spelling of letters seems to me very unreliable. As for the specific training that I have received, it is not to mention it. Since I was a child, no teacher has taught me, let alone an instructor, and there are often no books to read. However, I just kept walking towards a goal in front of me. This goal is to one day add a few pages of my views on insects in the history of insects.<br><br>Recalling the past, many years ago, at that time, I was a ignorant child. I had just learned to recognize letters. However, I am very proud of my courage and determination to learn for the first time. <br><br>I remember an experience that was the first time I went to find a bird’s nest and the first time I went to collect wild mushrooms. The happy mood at that time really made me unforgettable to this day. <br><br>I remember one day, I went to climb a mountain very close to my home. On the top of this mountain, there is a forest that has aroused my interest very early. From the small window of my house, you can see these trees standing upright, swaying in the wind, and bending over in the snow. I was very early I want to have a chance to run to these woods to take a look. This time I climbed the mountain for a long time, and my legs were very short, so the climbing speed was very slow, and the grass slope was very steep, just like the roof. <br><br>Suddenly, under my feet, I found a very cute bird. I guess this little bird must have flew down from the big rock where it was hiding. In less than a while, I found this little bird's nest. This bird's nest is made of hay and feathers, and there are six eggs arranged in it. These eggs have a beautiful pure blue color and are very bright. This is the first time I have found a bird's nest, and it is the first time that the little birds have brought me so much happiness. I was so happy, so I lay down on the grass and watched it very carefully. <br><br>At this time, the mother bird flew around the stone very anxiously, and shouted "Tuck! Tuck!", showing a very disturbed look. I was too young at the time to even understand why it was so painful. At that time, I came up with a plan in my heart. I first brought back a blue egg as a souvenir. Then, come back in two weeks and take these birds away while they are still not flying. I was lucky. When I put the blue bird's egg on the moss and walked home cautiously, I happened to meet a priest. <br><br>He said, "Oh! A Sakshikora's egg! Where did you pick up this egg?" <br><br>I told him about the experience of picking eggs back and forth , and said: "I plan to go back and take the remaining eggs. , But you have to wait until when the new birds have just grown feathers."<br><br>"Hey, you are not allowed to do that!" the priest cried; "You can't be so cruel to snatch the child of the poor mother bird. Now you are a good child, and promise me never to touch that bird's nest again." <br><br>From this conversation, I learned two things. First, stealing bird eggs is cruel. The second thing is that the birds and beasts are the same as human beings. They each have their own names. <br><br>So I asked myself: "In the woods, on the grassland, many of my friends, what are their names? What do you mean by Sak Sikola?" <br><br>A few years later, I didn't know about Sa Kesikola means dweller in the rock, and the bird that lays blue eggs is a kind of bird called the stone bird. <br><br>A small river flows quietly along the side of our village. On the opposite bank of the river, there is a forest, full of smooth and straight trees, like tall pillars, and the ground is covered with moss.

On ancestry.<br><br>Everyone has his own talents and his own character. Sometimes this character seems to have been inherited from our ancestors, but it is very, very difficult to find out where these personalities came from.<br><br>One day, for example, he saw a shepherd who was quietly counting a small stone, counting the total number of those stones, as a pastime, and he grew up to be a very famous professor, and finally, he might become a mathematician. There is another child, his age is not much older than other children, other children only pay attention to play things, but he and other children play together, but all day fantasizing about the sound of an instrument, so when he was alone, he heard a mysterious ensemble. It can be seen that the child is very musical genius. The third child, small and thin, was very young, and perhaps accidentally applied to his face when he ate bread and jam, but he had his own hobby - he liked sculptural clay, making all kinds of small models, which he sculpted in various forms. If the child is lucky, he will one day become a famous sculptor.<br><br>I know that talking about other people's personal affairs behind the scenes is a very annoying behavior, but I think maybe you can allow me to talk about it and take this opportunity to introduce myself and my research.<br><br>When I was very young, I had a feeling of being close to things in nature. If you think my character of observing plants and insects was inherited from my ancestors, it's a big joke, because my ancestors were uneducated countrymen who knew nothing else. The only cattle and sheep they knew and cared about were their own. Of my grandparents, only one person had turned over a book, and even his spelling of letters seemed to me to be very untrustworthy. As for what special training I've had, it's even less so, I've never been taught by a teacher since I was a teacher, I don't have a mentor, and I often don't have any books to read. However, I just kept walking toward a goal in front of me, which was to one day add a few pages of my insights into insects in their history.<br><br>Recalling the past, many years ago, when I was a child who did not understand, when I had just learned to recognize letters, however, I was very proud of the courage and determination of my first study at that time.<br><br>I remember clearly the experience when I first went looking for a bird's nest and the first time I went to collect wild bacteria.<br><br>I remember one day I went to climb a mountain very close to my home. On the top of this mountain, there was a forest that had aroused my keen interest for a long time, and from my small window, I could see the trees standing in the sky, swaying in the wind, bending in the snow, and I had long wanted to have a chance to go to the trees and have a look. This time I climbed the mountain for a long time, and my legs were very short, so the climb was very slow, the grass slope was very steep, just like the roof.<br><br>Suddenly, at my feet, I found a very lovely bird. I guess the bird must have flown down from the big stone it was hiding in. It was not long before I found the bird's nest. The bird's nest is made of hay and feathers, and it is lined with six eggs. These eggs are beautiful pure blue, and very bright, this is the first time I found the nest, the birds bring me a lot of joy in the first time. I was so happy that I lay on the grass and watched it very carefully.<br><br>At this time, the mother bird is very anxious to fly around on the stone, but also "Tucker!" Tucker! "Screaming, showing a very uneasy look. I was too young to even understand why it was so painful, and when I came up with a plan, I first brought back a blue egg as a souvenir. Then, in two weeks' time, come back and take the birds away when they can't fly yet. I was lucky enough to meet a priest when I put the bluebird egg on the moss and walked home carefully.<br><br>He said, "Oh! An eggs of Saxikola! Where did you find this egg? "<br><br>I told him about the experience of picking up eggs before and after, and said, "I'm going to go back and take the rest of the eggs, but wait until the new birds have just feathered." "<br><br>"Well, don't you do that!" The priest cried, "You must not be so cruel as to rob the child of the poor mother bird." Now you want to be a good boy and promise me never to touch that bird's nest again. "<br><br>From this conversation, I learned two things. First, stealing eggs is cruel. Second, birds and beasts, like humans, each have their own names.<br><br>So I asked myself, "In the woods, in the grasslands, many of my friends, what are their names?" What does Saxikola mean? "<br><br>It was only a few years later that I realized that Saxikola meant the occupants of the rocks, and that the bird with the blue egg was a bird called the stone bird.<br><br>There was a small river flowing quietly along our village, and on the other side of the river there was a forest, all smooth and straight, like tall columns, and the ground was covered with moss.

On the ancestry<br>Everyone has his own talent and character. Sometimes it seems that this character is inherited from our ancestors. However, it is very difficult to find out where these characters come from.<br>One day, for example, he saw a shepherd boy counting the stones in a low voice and counting the total number of these stones as a pastime. When he grew up, he became a very famous professor. Finally, he might become a mathematician. In addition, there was another child whose age was not much older than other children. Other children only paid attention to playing. However, he did not play with other children. Instead, he fantasized about the sound of an instrument all day. When he was alone, he heard a mysterious ensemble. It can be seen that this child is very talented in music. The third child, who was small and thin, was very young. Maybe he would accidentally smear it on his face when he ate bread and jam, but he had his own hobby: he liked to sculpt clay and make various small models. These small models were shaped by him. If the child is lucky, he will become a famous sculptor one day.<br>I know it's very annoying to talk about other people's private affairs behind their backs, but I think maybe you can allow me to talk about it and take this opportunity to introduce myself and my research.<br>When I was very young, I already had a feeling of being close to things in nature. If you think that my habit of observing plants and insects is inherited from my ancestors, it's a big joke, because my ancestors were uneducated country bumpkins and knew nothing else. The only thing they know and care about is their own cattle and sheep. Only one of my grandparents had ever looked through a book, and even his spelling of letters seemed to me very untrustworthy. As for what kind of special training I have received, it is even less. Since I was a child, there was no teacher to teach me, no instructor, and often no books to read. But I'm just moving towards a goal in front of me, which is, one day, to add a few pages of my understanding of insects to the history of insects.<br>Looking back on the past, many years ago, I was still a naive child. At that time, I just learned to recognize letters. However, I am very proud of the courage and determination of my first learning at that time.<br>One experience I remember very clearly was the first time I went to look for the bird's nest and the first time I went to collect wild fungi. I can't forget the happy mood at that time.<br>I remember one day, I went to climb a mountain near my home. On the top of this mountain, there is a forest which has aroused my great interest for a long time. From my small window, I can see these trees standing up to the sky, swinging in the wind and bending down in the snow. I thought for a long time that I could have a chance to go to these woods to have a look. This time I climbed the mountain for a long time, and my legs were very short, so the climbing speed was very slow. The grass slope was very steep, just like the roof.<br>Suddenly, at my feet, I found a very lovely bird. I guess the bird must have come down from the big stone where it was hiding. After a while, I found the bird's nest. The nest is made of hay and feathers, and there are six eggs in it. These eggs have beautiful pure blue, and very bright, this is my first time to find the nest, is the birds to bring me a lot of happiness for the first time. I was so happy that I fell on the grass and watched it very carefully.<br>At this time, the mother bird is very anxious to fly around the stone, and also "tuck! Tucker Exclaimed, showing a very uneasy look. I was too young to even understand why it was so painful. At that time, I came up with a plan. I first brought back a blue egg as a souvenir. Then, come back in two weeks and take the birds while they can't fly. I was lucky when I put Bluebird's eggs on the moss and walked home carefully when I happened to meet a priest.<br>He said, "Oh! An egg of saksikola! Where did you pick up the egg? "<br>I told him about the experience of picking up eggs and said, "I'm going to go back and take the rest of the eggs, but only when the new birds have feathers."<br>"Oh, you are not allowed to do that!" Cried the minister; you must not be so cruel as to rob the poor mother bird's child. Now you're going to be a good boy and promise me never to touch that nest again. "<br>From this conversation, I learned two things. First, stealing eggs is a cruel thing. Second, birds and beasts have their own names, just like human beings.<br>So I asked myself, "what are the names of my friends in the woods and on the grassland? What does saxokola mean? "<br>It was only a few years later that I learned that saksikola meant the inhabitant in the rock, that kind of<br>