2. On summer nights, the moon doesn't rise with the stars. Grandma's bamboo bed moved to the mulberry tree in the center to enjoy the cool. The evening breeze blew the fragrant rice. I leaned back and looked up at the starry sky full of pearls. In ................................................................................................................'s innocent children's eyes, the Milky Way is like a white practice. According to my grandmother, the cowherd weaves on both sides of the Milky Way every Tanabata. It is said that magpies are called the world, and I, the cowherd, have woven a magpie bridge. Today, the magpie bridge must have flown around like a meteor and fireworks, and suddenly disappeared. Who is the messenger? The moon sent messages for a long time, like a shy girl. I lay on the bamboo bed, peeked at it and smiled at me. Finally, the mountain behind is full of faces and the basin is clear.
How beautiful the starry sky is in summer night. Stars are like broken gold scattered on baskets, crystal clear, like children's eyes, and contain profound secrets. How lovely the stars are. The little star winked at me to say hello, and the big star listened to me sing. The shining star described to me the scene where she played with Sister Moon last night.
Look! Those stars are as lovely as naughty children, and some will go far away, as if hiding in a silver gauze tent and playing hide-and-seek with us, leaving only a hazy shadow; Some are like shy girls, their eyes shining, hiding in the corner, peeking at something, and some are like innocent and lively children, making faces and winking at us.
The silver galaxy is quietly sandwiched in the blue sky, and the bright stars twinkle in the galaxy, like countless navigation lights floating on the galaxy.
These little stars all over the sky, they enjoy their own energy, and they are mixed together bit by bit to shine. Although they are not as dazzling as the sun and as clear as the moon, their fantastic brilliance shines on the world, making the earth look different and giving people endless imagination and exploration desire.
Ah, I love the starry sky on a summer night, because it is so colorful, so beautiful, so magical and wonderful!
If only everyone were dead. Some people, jealous and afraid of stealing their thunder, have learned to report, so be good.