The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in black, which extends all the way to the distance. My eyes really want to penetrate this shady layer, and I really want to see what the end of the day is.
The sky is too vast, which makes me feel deeply small; The boundless universe makes me sigh that life is short. "fleeting", I seem to understand the helplessness of the ancients. Look at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs are still singing.
Looking at the stars all over the sky, my heart moved. Stars are the stars that decorate the night sky and shed their brilliance on the earth, whether they are famous stars or nameless stars.
Yes, the universe is infinite and life is limited, but what's the regret? Since the development of human history, who can violate this objective law? However, why are many people like immortal stars in the sky, and their spirit and great achievements have been passed down to this day, and will even be passed down forever? The star blinked as if to confirm the correctness of my answer. One after another' frog drum worm song' seems to congratulate me on what I suddenly thought of.
Grandparents and dads, like this nominal star, are pursuing, exploring and struggling in hardships, no matter how hot they are, there is how bright. Indeed, life is limited, and individuals are small, but I want the stream of my life to flow into the long river of history, never stop and shine forever.