Strangling Mantis

I have dreamed of the same place countless times. I dream of the ethereal land where mountains and sea meet. I enjoy the singing of katydids, listen to the whispers of bees, and follow the footprints left by cockroaches. The secret jungle under the green shade, the boundless sea above the yellow sand, the muddy swamps shrouded in purple smoke, the dangerous valleys and dangerous peaks locked in clouds and mist... All things will eventually perish, but they resolutely embark on an endless journey of evolution. Hundreds of millions of years of ups and downs, and the passing of spring and autumn, cannot change the long chirping of insects here. What is endless is the sonorous outer bones. They should not be looked down upon... Welcome to the miniature empire.