Whenever night falls, the dark blue night sky is full of twinkling stars, like eyes full of wisdom, constantly flashing. Like-groups of naughty and lovely dolls, playing in the distant grassland at night; Also like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl across the river, their lovesickness and sweet love are all over the sky. The Big Dipper, like a spoon, seems to point out the direction of love and affection for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
These beautiful elves are constantly changing all kinds of patterns. At the same time, he also showed his own strength, kept flashing, and fused the bits and pieces of light together, becoming one after another-"Xinghai" in Wang Yang and Wang Yang in Xinghai.
Although they are not as bright as the sun or as clear as the moon, the dreamy light shines on the earth, but it turns the earth into a strange world, which induces people to look out, explore and think from time to time.
Look, the little silver stars are brighter than each other, just like elves, looking at the world childishly, as if telling beautiful fairy tales with their bright eyes.
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I quietly looked at the beautiful night sky and shining stars from this balcony. I feel that there are still many unsolved mysteries in the starry sky, and many mysteries are still treasured among the stars. When I was a child, I always loved to snuggle in my mother's arms and listen to her stories about heaven and earth. At that time, I often fell asleep listening to it. Therefore, I often travel to the sky in my dreams, teasing and whispering with the stars ... Sometimes, when I wake up and want to catch a star, the star becomes my mother's big eyes. Looking at my mother's smile, I also fell asleep with a smile. ...
Thinking like this, I find that the stars in front of me are the shadows in my dreams. Think about it again, now I know that it is just a meteor, and she has disappeared in my dream years.
Oh, the same is true of love in the world. Sometimes you find that it has disappeared before you know your beauty and preciousness.
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Just watching, gradually, my eyes are confused and I feel that there are stars flashing around. I turned around and found my old mother looking at the stars, too. I was surprised, but I couldn't ask anything. But she pointed to the stars in the sky and called out the birth names of our brothers and sisters. I burst into tears. ...
Ah, poor bear the wind. We are thinking about the light of our own stars, but our mother's heart, like the moon, always takes care of all the silver-haired people in the galaxy!