Chapter 8 Chapter 7 When Killer Meets Killer

rookie October 7 In front of my flower window, there is an unknown evergreen tree.Although it is just a shrub, it grows extremely fast. The thin branches radiate out in all directions, and when they touch anything, white roots will grow at the "contact point".Even if it touches the glass of my stained window, those white roots often startle me, thinking they are piles of small white worms. ) Every spring, I prune the young tree hard, right down to the window sill.This kind of "drastic" slashing courage is what I learned from the gardener. Once I saw the gardener cut the bushes in front of my window. He cut them so hard that half of the trees were cut off. The leaves on the top were gone, and only the lower branches remained.I was very distressed to say, why cut so much?The trees are all cut to death.The gardener smiled and asked me, "Why do you spend so much money on making windows, and why do you plant trees in front of the windows? The trees are for you to see, and the windows are for you to see outside. If you are not ruthless, let these trees grow every year." No matter how long the tree grows, you won’t be able to see anything in a few years.” Pointing to the empty branches under the tree, he said, “This tree is very cheap. If you cut it from the top, it will grow from the bottom. If you cut it often, It can always grow. But if you don’t cut it for a long time, one day the window is blocked too much, and you finally get the heart out and cut it down. It won’t be able to bear it, and it will die.”

His words reminded me of Liu Zongyuan's "Planting Trees and Guo Lutuo Biography".The so-called "I asked about planting trees, I got the skill of raising people." The gardener is Italian, came to the US in his teens, is in his early sixties and has never left "the area".He knew the courtyards of every house in the vicinity, and he knew all about which houses had changed owners or owners, or were about to change owners.He is a person who can freely enter and exit the "employer's yard". From the balcony and through the cracks in the curtains, he knows the situation of each house, probably better than "some people" in that house.

The tree in front of the flower window was cut by myself, not because I was afraid that he would spy on my private life, but because there were many peonies in the flower garden, including the peony in Patty’s hometown. Seeing the peony "like a dead branch", I stepped on several of them, which made me sad for a long time.Afterwards, in winter, I not only tied red strips for each peony, but also told him not to enter this flower garden. Probably because the gardener didn't come in, many dead leaves from the previous year were piled up in the flowerbed. In summer, they were all decomposed into fertilizer, which made the evergreen bush grow faster.In just three months, I was able to re-germinate and grow branches from the original position where I cut it, and can jump up three feet.

But in summer, even though the tree is rampant, I don't want to cut it anymore, because the twigs stretch out there, neither sparse nor dense, and they have a magical effect, that is, they can filter the summer sunshine. In my flower window, besides three epiphyllums, an orange tree, a jasmine plant, several pots of cactus and my daughter's mimosa, I also planted four pots of orchids.Orchids are difficult to grow. They can’t do without sunlight or too strong sunlight. I don’t like to use ultraviolet light, so I always move the orchids to the side screen window every morning, and then move them back to the window sill in the afternoon when the sun is slanting.

But in October, I will save trouble. On the one hand, the autumn sun is already much gentler, and on the other hand, it is covered by those evergreen branches.Pieces of sunlight come in through the gaps in the branches and leaves, no matter how popular it is, it changes with time. For orchids, there is really no more and no less.In addition, the season is here, which just urges the Phalaenopsis to send out flower buds. So, although I don't have an orchid house, my orchids bloom very well. Today I want to thank that evergreen tree even more.Because on its thin branches, I found a treasure.

This baby must have thought that it was walking among the leaves and felt very safe, but it didn't expect me to look out from the window, the outside was bright, and it became the backlight, and its every move was clearly visible to me. It turned out to be a big praying mantis stronger than Patty.Also, it was obviously very brave, because it was standing on the top of a tree nibbling a big black bee. "Dining emperor is big", I know it will not leave for a while.So I went into the study to get the camera in my spare time, and took a "jade photo in the free area" for it.

Then, I chose a thicker plastic bag and prepared to invite it in as my diner.I choose a thick plastic bag, not because I'm afraid it will bite me, but because it's windy today.From past experience, I found that thin plastic bags cannot be used on windy days. Sometimes the bag is already covering the insects. When a sudden gust of wind blows the bag away, the insects in my hand will run away again. I opened the mouth of the bag, and carefully, like stepping on a "plum blossom pile", walked through my peony bushes.Being so close to Patty's "hometown", this praying mantis must be Patty's sibling.

The pockets fit easily around it.It has the air of a general, but it doesn't move at all, and continues to eat the big black bee in its hand.It made me very embarrassed, whether to wait for it to finish eating before starting, or take advantage of it to concentrate on eating and take it down. I think of yesterday, the Jews next door to me set up a tent in the yard, and all their children came back, chanting scriptures and praying, spending their most sacred "Day of Atonement" of the year.I suddenly decided not to wait for the praying mantis to finish eating, but to grab it. Because I also remembered that before and after Yom Kippur, Islam and Judaism would all die down and go through this period of fasting together.However, the Arab countries chose October 6, 1973, to launch the so-called "Fourth Middle East War" against Israel, and in one fell swoop they captured the Israelis' self-proclaimed "impenetrable" Barlev Line of Defense.

Even the religious countries in the Middle East, which have always had a tacit understanding, can ignore the "Qijie Month" and "Yom Kippur Day", so why should I consider the mantis' "eating emperor big". I started to gather the mouth of the bag towards the middle.It found out, and began to dodge back and forth.The opening of the bag became smaller and smaller, it suddenly jumped up, hit the plastic bag and fell down. Cautiously exiting the flowerbed, I rushed into the house, yelling.It happened that my wife brought my daughter home from school, and the little girl ran into my study before she even had time to take off her shoes.

"Is it male or female?" the little girl asked immediately. I lifted the plastic bag, looked at its belly, and checked its size.Its belly is round and bulging like Patty, so it should be female.But it is one centimeter longer than Patty. According to the book, "the male mantis is smaller than the female mantis", she may be a female, and Patty became a male. I found out that my daughter failed the test. What do you say? "I ask her. The little girl spread her hands and shrank her neck, looked at the bag again, and said, "It's a woman." "why?"

"Because it's eating." The praying mantis has been caught, and after a lot of struggle, it is still tightly holding the half-remained big black bee.I thought to myself: If instead of a plastic bag, I had taken a pair of tweezers and caught the big black bee in its hand, I wonder if it would not let go, and followed my tweezers into my bottle. I'm not going to put it in a bottle right now.One, I don't have another big bottle, and two, I can't tell if it's male or female, so I can't categorically put it in the killer's house.I opened the plastic bag a little bit, blew in the bag to make the bag bigger, and then sealed the bag tightly.Go to the bookshelf and find Roger Tory Petersonr "Insect Handbook (A Field Guide to the lnsects, by Denald J. Borror & Richard E. White)". I thought there would be a description of gender distinction in this book, but I found that there are only sixteen lines.Suffice it to say that praying mantises are large insects, usually over an inch long, and well-characterized.It is also said that there are two main types of mantises in the United States, one is the "European mantis" imported from Europe, which is only two inches long; the other is the "Chinese mantis" which is imported from China and is three or four inches long. I went to the international network again and asked Mantis, and there were a lot of them, and I checked them one by one, even in London, they all taught "Mantis Boxing".There is only one "agricultural insect shop" in Virginia that provides praying mantis eggs for people to put in farms or gardens to kill insects, but there is no explanation of the ecology of praying mantises. I still can't determine the sex of these two praying mantises, I only know that they are from my hometown. At the dinner table, I consulted with the whole family."Put it in Patty's jar and you'll know," said the father-in-law. "If it's a male and a female, they'll love each other. If the two guys are the same sex, they'll fight." "The problem is that the one from outside is so big, what if it kills Patty?" I said worriedly.The daughter reacted immediately, made a crying sound, and shouted: "Don't put it in! Don't put it in." The wife smiled lightly: "Don't you think your Patty is a killer? You even said she is a super killer, why don't you prove it?" "I think I will definitely win. I'm just afraid that even if I kill the outsider, I will also be injured. If my limbs are broken, how will I live in the future?" I said. "It's time to die anyway!" The eighty-eight-year-old mother grinned, "It's half a month past the Mid-Autumn Festival, and all insects should die." I'm still undecided.In the evening, some small holes were pierced in the plastic bag to allow it to breathe. Once the holes were pierced, the round and inflated bag suddenly shrunk. It didn't struggle. It just bent its arms and made a posture ready to fight. Reminds me of Kirk Douglas in the movie "Invincible".Tomorrow is either death or life, and I will still sleep soundly tonight.The beauty of killing October 8 At three o'clock in the morning, I almost fell asleep, but when I thought of the new praying mantis squeezed into such a small plastic bag, I felt uneasy again. "It" goes in. Praying mantises are very wonderful. Their originally transparent eyes turn black at night, even if they are placed under a lamp, they will not change back.This new guy had a head bigger than Patty's and two big black eyes, which was very scary. I opened the plastic bag, thinking it would slide down by itself.I didn't expect it to be able to stay still in the bag.This means that it is healthy, with a lot of mucus secreting from the tip of the poop.It is believed that many insects will secrete this kind of mucus to run and jump freely on smooth things.Shellless snails (slug) also secrete a kind of mucus, which is even more magical.I once put a shellless snail on the blade and watched it crawl up and down the blade without getting cut at all.Of course, all living things have an "Achilles heel".People specially invented a powder made of glass fiber fragments, sprinkled in the fields, shellless snails crawled over, the powder stuck to its abdomen, became part of its mucus, and could slowly cut in and kill them die.It was a very cruel killing, not poisoned to death all at once, but hacked to death slowly. Contrary to the praying mantis, the spider's foot does not have to secrete mucus to prevent slipping, but secretes a kind of oil to prevent it from being stuck in its own web.So if you wash a spider's foot with soapy water and put it back in its web, it can't move like any other prey. Now is the season of spider rebellion, little ones, after the whole summer, those who were not killed have grown up, weaving small webs at the feet of every table and corner.They can even pull a thread from the ceiling to my Clivia, and then pull it horizontally to the brush in my pen holder, making me accidentally get spider webs all over my face. I often tell the cleaners, don't think that if you sweep with a broom, mop, and then vacuum, the spiders will disappear.In fact, they just run away for a while, and when you leave, they start to spin their webs again.I also demonstrated to her that if you find the "little ghost" in the middle of each small net and pinch it with two fingers, it will die. There are so many spiders in my house, partly because they live in the woods, and partly because too many flowers are planted in the house, so I dare not spray pesticides.But it’s okay, for example, now, I want to let this new kid have a snack, just look at the ceiling, and within a short distance, you can find a spider. All the spiders on the ceiling are relatively large.I used to dip toilet paper in water and throw them away. Jingjing paper is like a large piece of clay. When you hit it with a "snap", they will die without leaving any traces. Now I use "live capture". One day my wife told me to catch a big spider. I covered the spider with a plastic bag and patted the big flower board next to it, and the spider fell into the bag.My wife admired it to death and said why I let it go in the bag.In fact, this is too simple. You just need to understand the personality of spiders, and know that when they encounter a crisis, they will hold a thread and descend at a fast speed. Scared it, the insurance immediately fell into the bag. I caught a not-so-small spider and threw it into the box.The new guy was unequivocal, and immediately rushed to grab it and ate it. In the past, I hesitated for a while, afraid to feed Patty spiders, lest the mucus in the spider's stomach would kill Patty, only later did I find out that spiders are actually the favorite food of praying mantises.Spiders even rank ahead of moths and butterflies in Patty's "gourmet rankings" because it's the softest, juiciest, and easiest to eat.Spiders, I guess, are kind of jelly or cake for praying mantises.Don’t those who have explored in Africa and eaten spiders also say that?Spider is fruity, and it smells like "passion fruit". I didn't get up until noon. I didn't rush into the yard to catch insects for the praying mantises like I used to.The reasons are: first, Patty ate seven bumble bees the day before yesterday, and she must not be hungry now; second, the guest caught a big black bee by himself yesterday, and then ate spiders at night, which was enough; third, they Today will encounter, either "blind date" or "killing each other".If it belongs to the latter, the more hungry you are, the more fun you will have to watch. Both "erotic" and "fight" are the most attractive.At least it can be said that pornography and violence are the most exciting, and you can even see these two things as two sides of the same thing, pornography and violence are inseparable. I once read an article in a small European magazine titled "Morality or Eroticism".It seems that death can arouse sexual pleasure, and violence can increase sexual stimulation. This matter is probably best asked by the Japanese.Do the math, how many adult comics and erotic movies in Japan are not related to sexual abuse?A Japanese student told me that this is because Japanese men's sexual ability is too weak and their sex organs are too short, so there is a reactionary force.But according to my research, there should be four reasons: First, the Japanese are extremely depressed due to the overly formal and strict etiquette, and whenever there is a gap, they will burst out.think about it!How could a nation that bows ninety degrees when meeting each other and respects its teachers so cruelly commit such cruel massacres in World War II?The same goes for the Germans!Usually, if you are polite to people, if you charge you a dime more, you will have to apologize for a long time; if you build the Gothic "Cologne Cathedral", it is more likely that you can use the "spire" to touch God's feet.But in World War I, how vicious it was!Also, how many people were killed before and after the Bobu regime in Khmer?Do you know what the soldiers who used knives to cut open people's chests to pick out their hearts, and put their heads on pots for cooking?Most of them are honest peasants! Therefore, the more strict the etiquette and ordinary life of a person, the more likely they are to "teach you to believe" when they lose control and do bad things. Second, in Japan, where men are superior to women and women are inferior, husbands can boss their wives around, and women are obedient to men, so that men develop autocratic and arbitrary behavior patterns.Not only do women have to be enslaved in daily life, but they also need to be "strongly controlled" in "sexual affairs". Third, I guess that the brutal experience of Japanese soldiers during the war of aggression against China certainly made many Japanese veterans reflect on themselves and feel ashamed later, and they automatically apologized and confessed their guilt in China.But it may also leave a stimulating memory in the hearts of many people.I believe that many veterans of that time still have photos of them raping Chinese women and penetrating them with bayonets or sorghum stalks.This experience causes them to like "sexual violence" literature and films. The fourth is the "aesthetics" of the Japanese.The beauty of the Japanese belongs to the "cherry blossom style", that is, it blooms and falls, and enjoys it in a timely manner. On the one hand, it develops the aesthetics of "Faushi-e" (ukIyO-E), which is like a dream in the mirror. On the other hand, it develops an appreciation for death. Pursuit of aesthetics. There is a volume of Japanese national treasure paintings in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts - "The Fire of the Sanjo Temple". In addition to the blazing flames and arson houses, what is even more terrifying is the painting of a group of soldiers who are massacring. Among the six people Under the watchful eyes, a bloody human head is being chopped off; on the promenade, a soldier is chasing and killing a fallen man with a samurai sword. Excuse me, is there such a work in China that praises the "beauty of killing"? In China In the bookstore, can you buy books that tie women up and down, called "rope bondage play"? Of course, you can think that I am raising praying mantises to appreciate the "beauty of killing".But this is a biological killing, not a planned killing. Of course, you can also say that, in fact, all killings are part of biological evolution or human history. Now my "Beauty of Killing" is about to be staged. First, I untied the rubber band, took off the gauze, and took the mandala branch out of Patty's jar.Let New Mantis and Patty meet each other, no matter blind date or mutual killing, there will be a larger space. Before doing this, I also thought about it.Thinking of the Colosseum in ancient Rome, many hills and bushes were added to make the fight extraordinarily realistic, as if encountering in the wild. So I thought, if a praying mantis encounters it outside, there will be many branches and leaves blocking it, and it must be chased, hidden, and scratched.They even rolled under the tree and got covered in mud and sand before deciding the winner. Why don't I also arrange such a "natural scene" and let them perform? It's just that the jar is too small.In order to facilitate observation, and to make them "meet on a narrow road", I had to remove various obstacles. I even wondered if I should let Patty come out and go into the box of chocolates.It's smaller there, more likely to breed love seedlings, and more likely to generate conflicts.In this world, whether people or other animals, if the number increases too much and the place becomes too crowded, they will go crazy, have sex, and fight.Even when I was catching insects, I felt this way. I remember one time, I caught a bumble bee in a plastic bag first, then turned around and found a round and big "star spider", so I caught the bee spider into the bag again. Probably because of the tacit understanding of the creatures, once the two of them enter the plastic, they will occupy one side and ignore the other.But when I shrunk the bags so they squeezed together, the battle started. Another time, I caught two big black bees at the same time, squeezed them together, and the two hugged and fought. I tried to find the bag and threw the bag on the ground to see if they stopped beating. They still fight.I even got impatient and ran to read the newspaper. After reading it, they were still playing inside. So I sealed the bags again, took them into the house, and put them all in Patty's jars.This reminds me of my son once went to the beach with a friend to catch crabs, and he said when he came back: If you pick up a bunch of crabs, you can catch many of them, because they will hold each other, as if to say, "I can't get rid of it." body, you don't want to escape, you have to die together." It is said that "more miserable" peoples have the virtue of this crab. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the daughter was out of school, and it was also the time when the two praying mantises were about to encounter each other. I wait for my daughter after school every day. It makes sense for the little girl to watch Patty eat worms.Although what she saw was a "bloody" picture, it was just the epitome of the big world.I also don't think "Kansha" will cause her to feel cruel, but instead find that she will show "love" because of it. Love is very special, and sometimes it is even frighteningly narrow.Once I saw Patty bite a locust, and the internal organs of the locust were bitten out.Not only did the little girl not feel disgusted, but she also happily said: "It's delicious! It's delicious!" It seemed that her pet was able to eat such a big and live locust. Another day, seeing the wasp licking her mouth after eating Piety, the little girl said in admiration: "She is so beautiful, her mouth is red, is she wearing lipstick?" She obviously thinks this triangular-headed Patty is a beauty. Love is like this, it can make justice and axiom go aside.Other people's tragedies can be seen as comedies in our eyes.Other people's parents are not parents, and other people's children are not born of parents.Since others are hostile to me, they should be killed.Killing the enemy is a holy war; "shooting the man first shoots the horse" is a smart way of warfare; there is nothing wrong with luring the enemy to catch his "children" first. Those who raise tigers feed tigers and eat chickens; those who raise chickens feed chickens and eat worms; those who raise worms feed big worms and small worms.Everyone starts from his own standard, there is no need to think upwards or downwards. What if a chicken ate my pie?But what if Patty ate someone else's favorite cricket? Before putting the new mantis in the jar, I asked my daughter, "What if the new mantis kills Patty?" "Kill the new mantis and avenge Patty." The little girl gritted her teeth. I asked again, "What if Patty kills the new praying mantis?" "That would be great!" The little girl clapped her hands. "Why not, if the new mantis kills Patty, we can see the new mantis as Patty and call him Patty, and we'll still have a praying mantis?" "No!" cried the little girl, "Petty is my pet!" It's 5:30 in the morning and Patty's jar is right in front of me.Last night's storm was over, and the inside was as calm as the woods outside. This past day has taught me a lot.Probably when people face war and death, they are the least able to think, and they are also the most able to think.So war is often a catalyst for new ideas.During World War I, Tristan Tzara's "Dadaism" (Dadaism) was produced in this way; in World War II, Pipso's "Guernica (Guernica, 1937) was produced in this way. The same is true for Eileen Chang, literary critic Chen Fangming Well said - "The war destroyed a China, but gave birth to a Zhang Jialing. " All wars may begin with peace.It can also be said that before all peace, there is war.When I was traveling in Norway, the tour guide pointed to a quiet and beautiful village, and the surrounding picturesque scenery, and said that there were thousands of British mercenaries who came here, but they were all captured. Can you deal with the Vikings?" The tour guide said with a smile: "The villagers had a meeting to discuss how to deal with these captives, and later felt that sending and exchanging them was too troublesome. So they cut off the heads of every captive. How simple!" While listening, I looked at the peaceful small village, with snow-covered hills behind it, and narrow valleys and narrow bays next to it. The steeple church protruded from the green bushes. In the setting sun, the trees were particularly green, and the spires were also special. according to the eye.A group of sheep came towards them, leading a big sheep with a bell around its neck, jingling. It's hard for me to imagine what it will be like when a war breaks out here. A dense forest, the best place to ambush? When the blood splashes on the white bark of a poplar tree, what color will it be? " A church with a steeple, what a watchtower would it be? Are the severed heads hung up one by one?Or was it thrown somewhere? From the perspective of the ages, every piece of beautiful scenery may be a cemetery.Just like cavemen and Neanderthals, when they excavated their caves, they found layer after layer of underground, thousands of years, leaving behind generations of bones and relics. I remember a scene in the movie "General Patton".Patton's car was driving in the suburbs, and he called to stop suddenly. He walked down alone, facing a wilderness, took a deep breath, and said that he could feel that there was an "ancient battlefield". The "Ancient Battlefield" is full of nostalgia for the ancient times, infinite sympathy, and infinite sympathy. Magnificent emotion. "Yeniang's wife went to see each other off, but the dust did not see the Xianyang Bridge; she held her clothes and stopped to block the road and cried, and the sound of crying went straight to the sky." What a beautiful movie scene!If there is a puff of smoke, a burst of crying, plus ragged clothes, haggard faces, and rolling wheels, what a great atmosphere! However, if you and I are going to fight, and our wife and children are holding our clothes and stamping our feet to stop us, what kind of mood will we feel when we are parting from life and death? "Ancient Battlefield", "Epic", "Human Tragedy".I would like to ask: How many of the land under our feet were not ancient battlefields?How many people can't write an epic about what happened for thousands of years?And which inch of land has not staged human tragedies? The pot in front of me has also become an ancient battlefield.Since Patty moved in a month ago, she has been performing killing scenes every day, leaving behind wings, stumps, severed arms and heads. I believe that when the new mantis stepped in yesterday afternoon, it immediately smelled the smell of this ancient battlefield. Would it think that it stepped into a haunted house and faced a murderous monster? I can't see that, I just think it's surprisingly calm.I pulled off the gauze, aligned its box with the mouth of the jar, and it walked in calmly. I thought there would be a love or a fight immediately, but it was calmer than I expected. The jars are placed horizontally, Patty stands at the bottom, and the "new friend" stays in the "entrance" of the entrance.The two guys looked at each other and turned their heads, as if they didn't care about each other. As psychologists said, too many animals will cause conflicts; but people are different. For example, in the elevator, everyone will turn their eyes away , Don't meet other people's eyes, so the tension is reduced. At that time, the two praying mantises also showed the demeanor of this kind of person. Perhaps the strong understand this.At least the "lucky people" know not to fight with the "lucky" people, just like diamonds don't rub against each other.The strength of the strong is not the violent Feng He, but knowing the current affairs.Instead of fighting with snipe and clam and making the fisherman profit, it is better to divide the sphere of influence, each eats his own food, each licks the blood from his own knife, and no one complains for the grasslanders of the other side.Mr. Zhao Zishan said it well—— "It is the struggle for power that makes the common people go wrong." (Poetry "By Song Wangtai") Thinking of the struggle for power, I immediately rushed to the yard, caught a bee, and threw it in again. The entire family audience obviously applauded my move. The bee flew in, straight to the bottom of the jar first, and Patty scrambled to catch it, but missed.The bee fled in the opposite direction and entered the circle of influence of the new mantis, and the new mantis also attacked. God!It caught it right away. The whole family yelled, and immediately fell silent again.I think everyone is worried that our Patty is no match for the outsiders. People are like this, "meeting three-point love", as long as they meet each other, there will always be three-point love, which is a kind of fate.Not to mention the "pets" who have been together for so long. Seeing that this foreigner, who is unfamiliar with the place of life, and the cheerleaders are overwhelming, he only made a "three-pointer", how is it not surprising? I suddenly felt like a Japanese "sumo fan".When the "heterogeneous" from Hawaii actually defeated a group of domestic masters and was about to board the "Hengwang".How should I react? Drug him?Drive him out?Ask him to naturalize?Or marry his daughter to him? Just thought of "Sumo", and it was performed in the jar. It's really like a sumo wrestler. These two big-bellied guys actually raised their left legs, then their right legs, and then squatted down, looking like they were about to pounce. Sure enough, like a "sumo wrestler", after finishing these preparations, they each turned around and walked away.Patty at the bottom of the tank began to move towards the mouth of the tank, and the new praying mantis on the outside also leaned on the other side and moved towards the middle. The two guys faced each other from the original face to face at a forty-five-degree angle.If they are cats, this is definitely the best moment to attack.It can use its claws on one side to attack the opponent's head with the force of the swing. But they didn't strike.Continue to walk around the field, taking every step carefully.It reminds people of "Mantis Boxing", which is said to have been created by Wang Lang (1644-1912) observing mantises. It is very particular about footwork. look!The "horse stance" should be squatting like this, the legs should not be straight, and there must be a three-point margin; the eyes must be fixed on the other party; the hands must be raised to protect one's face. The big belly of the mantis really teaches people to understand what is "a gentleman is not powerful if he is not heavy", and that "heavy" means "thick".The big and heavy belly, with four legs stretched out, faintly becomes the "center".The upper body is thin and small, and it is wearing thick armor, which just happens to be able to swing flexibly.A pair of pliers called "giant axe" by the ancients is really like an axe, a knife, and more like a pliers and a hook, which can cut, clamp, poke, and hook. Praying mantises are the most human-like of insects.Small head, thin neck, upper body with two arms.These two hands are like human beings even with joints - upper arms, lower arms, hands, and fingers.It is with this powerful arm and the weapon on it that it dares to "act like a cart with its arms". When it comes to "a mantis' arm is a cart", everyone uses it to laugh at people who are overwhelmed.In fact, when Duke Zhuang of Qi was hunting, he saw a mantis "fisting and kicking its wheels", and asked the driver, "What kind of insect is this?" The driver replied, "This is a mantis. , do not know how to retreat, overestimate their own strength, and underestimate the enemy's militant bug." What did Qi Zhuanggong do at that time? He didn't crush this ignorant kid to death.Instead, "Enter to avoid it" shows respect for the "warrior". Sure enough, all the "warriors" in the world came when they heard about it.It can be seen that the bravery of the mantis is indeed fragile, but it is also worthy of respect.Especially today, such people are even rarer. Having said that, is the mantis really "only knows how to advance, but not to retreat"? wrong!At least in my jar, I can see how they move sideways in balance. Nor do they "underestimate the enemy".Usually, when I see Patty, I come out when I see bugs, because the bugs are too weak and can be caught with my hands, so I seem to take it lightly.But at this moment, if they really met a strong enemy, they would be cautious in their actions. "Their bottoms are moving!" the daughter exclaimed suddenly. is not that right!I originally only paid attention to their big movements, but I didn't notice that the two whiskers on the tip of their buttocks were swinging up and down, maybe they were secreting pheromones from there.For example, although two vehicles are confronting each other on the front line, the leader is negotiating peace through a hotline? A little bit of tension at intervals will not affect the status of the leader, but also have the function of diverting the attention of the opposition, building consensus among the people and boosting morale.Dare this praying mantis know how to play double diplomacy? They actually began to approach slowly.Maybe it's really a male and a female, ready to go to bed.I thought to myself, "If it's true, how can I explain it to a six-year-old girl?" Seeing that their heads were about to touch each other, they suddenly turned their backs and turned sideways to pass. The guy from outside continued to walk forward, then turned left, and actually stepped over Patty's body.One foot also stepped on Patty hard. "Patty watch out!" the daughter yelled. Patty seemed to understand, and also walked forward, so the two praying mantises returned to their original posture. Probably the secret business is over, each other has detected the reality, and the news of pheromones has also been exchanged, and there must be a decision when it is time to fight and make peace. Of course, this decision must be made carefully, just like the superpowers, each of which has nuclear weapons, must not use traditional weapons like a small country, and can put cold guns at any time.In this case, the big country has to control the small country with which it is allied. The two praying mantises faced each other for several minutes.Originally thought that the war was about to break out, but they unexpectedly lowered their heads and washed their faces. After washing his face, he started to lick his weapon, first hooked the tentacles with the pliers, and put it in his mouth to "suck" it once.Then lick the spikes on the pliers one by one. Then they looked at each other for a while, then bowed lightly and swayed from side to side, as if they were going to dance in courteous manners. It was too late to say that, with a jingle, the two praying mantises bumped into the air and fell to the ground together.Then there was a sound of metal and iron clattering, kicking the surrounding insect corpses into the bottle, and looking closely, the two separated again.Each stood in place panting. Both praying mantises spread their wings.Green-brown "upper wings" reveal red "lower wings".These wings are usually not displayed, only in critical moments, they are spread out, and the bright colors are used to scare the enemy away. They were clearly enraged, and had their first engagement. Suddenly, there was another charge.Now I can see clearly that they don't just use two pincers to catch insects, but the whole body bounces forward.It can also be said that they use the "Bengbuquan" in the "Secret Mantis Fist".It combines the jump of "Northern Shaolin Changquan", and the arms are full of "sharp knives".When the eight legs are intertwined, the hands have to chop and chop again.At that moment, their upper bodies all leaned back, stretched their arms as far as possible, and attacked each other's head and neck.As a result, the belly below is tightly pressed together, but the upper body is getting further and further apart, pushed further and further away, and each falls backwards, and has to spread its wings to fly away. I practiced "Mantis Boxing" in junior high school. The teacher kept emphasizing how the patriarch was defeated by the Shaolin monks, and finally "enlightened" the boxing technique from watching the mantis fighting, and turned around and defeated the Shaolin monks. Before each exercise, we have to recite the formulas first.There are so-called "twelve tricks of technique", "twelve softness", and "eight rigid", "eight strikes" and "eight no strikes". The "eight do not hit" refers to the key point of not hitting people, which seems to be very benevolent.The problem is that when we practice, we either poke each other's eyes with our fingers, or kick each other's testicles with our feet.Master said it well: "This is for self-defense and life-saving. It is a last resort!" Later, when I was in high school, I was learning calligraphy from a teacher outside the school, and when I was practicing the "gravel" (that is, "捺") in "Yongzi Bafa".The teacher said a lot of strange names such as "Falcon Tail", "Golden Sword" and "Singing Duck". Among them, there is a brushwork called "Stone Mantis belly", which I remember clearly. Because of the light strokes,渐渐向下按，再往侧重重一捺，写出来的笔画，确实像只"长颈圆腹"的螳螂。 我那时就觉得很不解，奇怪老祖宗们为什么好像一天到晚都在看虫子和食鸟。从这些小东西的身上，学习人的功夫。然后取一大堆奇怪的名字，说一大堆稀奇的道理。再加上一顶大帽子："这可是祖师爷传下来的。"好像祖师爷就一定天下无敌，永远不会出错的样子。 现在，派蒂和这外来的高手，是不是在出手之前，也先背口诀呢？它们是否每一招、每一式，都有个名称？还是在这三、五秒之间，看情况而随机应变？ 真螳螂是活的，但成为中国人的拳术，就变成了半死的。如同国画家画山水是松树就用"松叶点"，是竹子就用"竹叶点"。写书法则动不动先问对方是学"王（王义之）"？还是学"颜（颜真卿）"？还是学"米（米芾）"？又或是学碑？ 你如果说我练我自己的功夫、写我自己的字体、画我自家风格。只怕就要被取笑，说你"没有师法古人"了。 想到这个，虽然昨天下午，全家老小都走了。我还是耐心地守在罐子旁边，希望由两只小虫的交战中，悟出什么大道理，而自创一家门派，留名武林，或流芳画史。 只是，从下午四点进场，到七点，我吃晚饭，它们前后交手不过四次。每次都是突然冲刺、猛然后退。而后，天黑了，两个家伙的眼睛也变为黑色，居然各自转开，好像要上床睡觉了。 洋人说得好，"如果你打不倒他，就加入他！（If you can not beat him,join him！）"这两个家伙，大概彼此领教了实力，英雄惜英雄，打算均分天下了。 我不再存什么奢望，也就迳自去看电视。看完电视，见它们还是那样。便关灯，去睡觉。 清晨五点，想必外面很冷，暖气又动了。女儿的床，正对着出气口，大概有灰尘吹出来，小丫头开始打喷嚏，把我也惊醒了。 为她擤了鼻子，喷了一点抗敏感药，又开了空气过滤器。觉得肚子有点饿，去厨房倒了杯牛奶。 一边喝，一边走进书房，看看有没有"传真"进来。 瞄到桌上的玻璃罐，安安静静的，想必两只螳螂都在作大梦，把灯点亮，又看看。 再造还是各据一方。可是那一只，那只比较大的客人，为什么仰着躺？四条腿还不断向上挥动。 我再靠近一点。倒吸一口凉气—— 它，它居然身首异处，连肩膀都不见了！