An essay about finding one's own constellation

Wow, the zodiac, the zodiac, he is my yearning.

My mother and I were walking along a country road, and I naively pointed my little hand at the constellations in the beautiful night sky that were hard to see in the city.

"Mom." I cried, look at Ursa major over there, look at Polaris.

This night sky seems to have magic, which can make me cry. Girls in our class talk about constellations every day, and I can't get in a word. I have never seen a constellation. Today, I witnessed the charm of the constellation. They twinkle in the starry sky and dominate the vast sky. He is radiant and beautiful.

This starry sky is like a pure child, without any distractions, and every star will never have troubles. Their presence makes our hearts tremble. I am not happy with my eyes, but with my heart.

Zodiac killer, I like it!