mosquitoes, after all, are mosquitoes, and can not survive the precise blow of modern technology, in the smoke and dust rolling or to escape, not much time to disappear, back to a quiet home. After a night’s sleep, I feel very happy and happy. Looking at the coil of mosquito coil incense, sighing its sacred power, there is a proud pride. That’s right. I’m not afraid of you. I have mosquito teeth in my hands. I am “reporting the enemy’s midnight Dun” and singing the song of triumph.