Composition "Mother Moon and Star Doll"

I looked out of the window with my pen, and accidentally found a shining little star on the horizon. Watching it, it suddenly turned into a child's face, smiling at me mysteriously!

The stars are shining and the wind is sunny. Taking the sky as the curtain and the ground as the seat, I just sat on the floor, enjoying the refreshing summer night, listening to a pool of frogs singing insects and looking at the starry night sky.

The sky is not pure black, but there is an infinite deep blue in black, which extends to the distance. My eyes really want to penetrate this darkness and spy out what the end of the day is.

The sky is too vast, which makes me feel deeply small; The universe is boundless, and I can't help sighing that life is short. I seem to understand the helplessness of the ancients. Looking up 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 affirming the correctness of my answer. One after another, frogs, drums and insects seem to congratulate me on the sudden opening of my mind.

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 my life to flow in the long river of history, surging forever and shining forever.

Looking up at the starry sky, the night sky is still deep, the stars are still bright, and frogs and insects in the field are playing beautiful music.

On summer nights, the sky is clear, the stars are shining, and the cool breeze blows from time to time, which makes people feel very cool. When I come to the balcony to enjoy the cool air and see the stars all over the sky, I can't help counting them. "One, two, three ..." As soon as I saw the night sky, I became interested. The sky is like an endless chessboard, and every star is a chess piece. At this time, it seems that there are two immortals playing chess around Tianhe. It means there is a chess piece here, and the stars flash there, which means there is also a chess piece there. The stars shine until dawn, but they still have the heart to put away the chessboard in the morning. They must make an appointment to play at night. I like the endless chessboard, but I prefer the countless pieces. Don't believe me, look: the chess pieces are jumping around, as if playing hide-and-seek with us. They also use that dazzling light to push our eyes so that we can't catch them. Do you think they are naughty? The stars in the sky are like beans. I wonder which fairy scattered fairy beans in the vast sky, waiting for them to sprout and bear fruit? After all, they are immortals, scattered with various shapes: polar bears, swans, flying eagles, lyres and so on. Oh, by the way, the weaver girl and the cowherd in folklore are both in the flying eagle and the lyre constellation. Among these beans, two are them, just across the river. I think so. The stars in the sky are really like shining pearls and shining gems embedded in the air. They are more like magic beans in the sky. Looking at them, it suddenly occurred to me that the universe is infinite, the starlight is endless, but our heart of exploration is endless! This is a quiet night, the vast night covers the earth, and seven-color lanterns adorn the world.

The blue sky is like a huge stage. Ran Ran, the bright star, rises, winks mischievously and looks down at the gloomy world with concern.

Suddenly, the little star's eyes were attracted by a crisp and pleasant reading sound. Ah, the beautiful image of a girl appeared in the window of a room: a long hair as soft as a waterfall, a face as quiet as the moon, and a beautiful voice as a clear spring.

Unfortunately, she lost her eyes as bright as stars. She is studying hard in Braille and has taught herself all the courses in primary and secondary schools.

I saw the girl gently turn on the tape recorder (bought with her own pocket money) and listen attentively to English words. Her little heart is like a sponge, sucking endless nectar of knowledge. She read the tape gently. She couldn't read it correctly the first time, but the spelling of words was difficult for her until she read it correctly the second time and the third time. The tape doesn't teach spelling words, so she must use her past knowledge according to the pronunciation rules. When you can't read a book, it's difficult to spell new words by listening. However, this stubborn and hard-working girl washed away this difficulty with her tidal impact. In this way, she studied tirelessly with ten times more energy and time than others, and filled her insatiable thirst for knowledge with knowledge.

"How pitiful and lovely!" The sentimental star was moved and shed a string of tears of sympathy and excitement.

At midnight, the bell rang and the earth was immersed in a warm and peaceful atmosphere. The girl fell asleep sweetly with her braille textbook in her arms.

She came to the beautiful starry sky and played happily with countless stars around her. How many stars are there in the sky?

"There are as many stars in the sky as there are people on the earth." The kind moon mother stroked her and said, "Everyone who loves life can find his place in the starry sky, and there is also a star that belongs to you."

"Really?"

She believes that there must be a star of her own in the magnificent starry sky. She started searching and searching: What color is my star? It is white, because white symbolizes purity; It is red, because red is a symbol of enthusiasm; It's green, isn't it, because green represents hope. Although she has never seen colorful colors since the day she was born, she has learned the meaning of these colors from the treasure house of knowledge.

Tonight, everything is calm. I passed the cliff and looked around; Time flies, and there is no trace of reincarnation.

Scattered words have melted into the delicate body of the grass in the spring with the first snow.

I want to pick up some fallen English or some Qiu Feng; But the spring breeze is dark, and there is no road everywhere.

Look, how beautiful the stars are! One by one, like a broken diamond on a dark blue cloth, glittering and translucent.

How interesting the stars are! The dense stars, like nets cast by fishermen, are swayed by the waves; It is like a tadpole note on the staff, flashing and swinging, playing cheerful music, swinging happily in the sky, and like a huge fireball in the sky.

How lovely the stars are! Little star, blink and say hello to me! The big stars, on the other hand, put on their "big ears" to listen to my songs; The bright star _ is, of course, a cordial conversation with its mother, the moon; The dark star told me its sad past!

How spectacular these stars are! Astronomers who explore the stars have given them many lovely names according to their patterns: Swan, Andromeda and Pegasus.

Although the stars are far away from us, they always try their best to throw dribs and drabs of light into this world, which can't help but remind people of those people in Qian Qian who are as unknown as the stars and contribute light and heat to mankind.

Beautiful stars

Stars are familiar "friends". It roams the universe and sees beautiful nights on earth. It blinked and looked at us with its "loving" eyes, as if telling us the magical story of the Heavenly Palace.

Whenever a clear night comes, the stars always arrive late in droves. Of course, there are also a few "naughty" stars to catch their breath first. It is already late at night, the bright moon shines on the earth, and countless little stars dot this blue "canvas" in the hazy sky. Although this pattern is not so rich and strange, it is still so charming, so intoxicating and so charming.

I remember snuggling up to my mother when I was a child, listening to fairy tales such as the cowherd and the weaver girl, and the dog eating the moon. It seems that the stars are not far away from us, as if we can touch them. At this moment, I looked up at the beautiful stars. They seemed far away. When I look at the distant sky and the carefree stars in the sky, I really want to ask them loudly: how old are you? What do you have on you? Where does your light come from? How can I approach you? At this time, I seem to feel some stars blinking at me hard, as if to say: one day, you will know us thoroughly and become friends with us.

On cloudy days, there are few stars in the sky, and the dark blue sky naturally reduces a lot of vitality and beauty. Where are the stars at this time? Are they recuperating? Do they know that we are looking forward to it? Although the stars are beautiful, they are not proud of them. They always sit quietly in the air, blinking their bright eyes, patiently listening to the songs of the wind and watching the dances of the rain.

I love this star, its majesty and elegance, its beauty and flashing light. It accompanied me to sleep, but also brought me great happiness and deep sustenance.

I like stars. When the sky is dark to a certain extent, you will always see twinkling stars. It dispelled the doubts in people's minds. No matter where you are, you won't get lost when you see the Big Dipper.

Beautiful stars bring people beautiful mood and many beautiful leisure ideas.

Look, how beautiful the stars are! One by one, like a broken diamond on a dark blue cloth, glittering and translucent.

How interesting the stars are! The dense stars, like nets cast by fishermen, are swayed by the waves; It is like a tadpole note on the staff, flashing and swinging, playing cheerful music, swinging happily in the sky, and like a huge fireball in the sky.

How lovely the stars are! Little star, blink and say hello to me! The big stars, on the other hand, put on their "big ears" to listen to my songs; The bright star _ is, of course, a cordial conversation with its mother, the moon; The dark star told me its sad past!

How spectacular these stars are! Astronomers who explore the stars have given them many lovely names according to their patterns: Swan, Andromeda and Pegasus.

Although the stars are far away from us, they always try their best to throw dribs and drabs of light into this world, which can't help but remind people of those people in Qian Qian who are as unknown as the stars and contribute light and heat to mankind.

One night, I was idle, sitting on the grass in front of the door, looking at the cloudy sky and lost in thought. Suddenly I felt in a trance. At this moment, a flying horse descended from the sky and stopped in front of me. I cheered at once. I stood up and looked at it carefully. I saw that the horse was white all over, with a silver mane on his forehead and a shiny ruby on his back. A big question mark popped up in my heart. Pegasus seemed to see the doubt in my heart and nodded knowingly.

I was ecstatic, rolled over and jumped on my horse. I gallop in the boundless sky. How cozy and comfortable it is. From a distance, ah! Groups of meek little sheep in the sky, their heads buried in snow-white curly hair, are taking a nap quietly ... Maybe the flying pegasus woke them up and they started running around ... Soon, a beautiful shepherdess appeared in the sky, with long hair fluttering in the air like a waterfall. She waved a silver whip and tried to gather the sheep together, but the sheep just happened.

The flying horse caught up with the sheep and flew towards the bright and flawless moon. Along the way, I saw a hunter, holding a stick, bending his legs and hunching forward, leading a fierce hound to fight with Taurus. Look at some pretty girls in the East, with golden ears in their hands, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.

While sighing, Pegasus suddenly stopped. Oh! It turns out that we have arrived at the Moon Palace. I vaguely heard the rustling of trees, so I looked inside. It turns out that WU GANG in the Moon Palace began to cut osmanthus trees again. I saw him wielding a huge steel axe with his strong arms and all his strength, cutting at the osmanthus tree again and again. But the osmanthus trees grow well after being cut, as if they had never been cut, but the osmanthus trees shook violently and were cut down one by one. Like a flying butterfly, it flew to the earth. In an instant, layers of thick osmanthus petals were sprinkled on the earth, like a snow-white osmanthus quilt. I wanted to take some back as a souvenir, so I picked up some sweet-scented osmanthus from the air, but when I left them in my hand, they turned into a few drops of water.

I saw a white rabbit with white fur jumping around the laurel tree.

WU GANG kept chopping. Osmanthus fragrans keeps falling. ...

I rode a flying horse and flew to the wider universe.