Once upon a time, when I was enjoying the cool in my hometown yard in July and August, I liked to look at the dense stars in the sky. Because the stars in summer are as lovely as naughty children.
Beautiful starry night, there is not a cloud in the sky, dark blue sky, sparkling stars, like gems, densely covered the vast and boundless night sky. The Milky Way, from the northwest sky, crossed the sky and inclined to the southeast land. There is a bright diamond-like star shining in the deep blue sky. It is the morning star. It is so big and bright that it is unique in the whole vast sky, where it radiates extraordinary brilliance and hangs in the sky like a bright lamp. And that white star, like someone holding a candle carefully, appeared quietly in the sky. At this time, a sparkling blue phosphorescent meteor dragged its long tail, splashed out of the river like a drop of flower, flew out from the center of the Milky Way, slipped through the dark blue night sky, and quietly fell to the north, as if looking for the best future on earth. In fact, the stars are also full of feelings. They are like naughty children, staring at the world naively and persistently, as if telling a beautiful and moving myth with bright eyes. At this time, there are more and more twinkling little stars in the sky, as if dancing on the blue carpet, blinking and talking to me.
Looking at this deep starry sky, I will forget everything, as if I were back in my mother's arms.
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