Star's composition is 500 words.

When it rains, it's hard to see the stars, even if there are, they are only one or two, flashing the feeling of loneliness and loss.

I have never been used to using those cold scientific language to explain these phenomena. I prefer warm imagination. I guess, when it rains, those stars are all wearing blue umbrellas, which are so big, but the handle is very short. Where can the little star be hung? So, I put it in the sky, and the whole person lay in the umbrella and sang softly. Occasionally, I will clear the heavy clouds and glance at the world below with flashing eyes. Maybe, I will meet someone who looks up at the sky with the same bright eyes.

Because the color of this big umbrella is exactly the same as the sky, what we see is only the dark blue sky that is no different from the past. In fact, the whole sky is handfuls of big umbrellas like flowers, one next to the other, and there is a star behind each big umbrella doing things alone. Or leisurely drinking star tea, or gently blowing the charming clarinet, every umbrella has a beautiful secret.

As for the exposed stars, I simply forgot to take an umbrella out of my home behind the mountain. These little stars always have a bad memory, until they see someone holding an umbrella in the sky, they remember, "Oh, my God! Forgot again. " I have no choice but to stand in the sky awkwardly, sticking out my tongue again and again, lonely and helpless. There are no other partners, only endless umbrellas, which is boring. The most interesting game for them at this time is to guess who is hiding in the umbrella. "Well ... here ... there!" If I guess correctly, the umbrella will spin happily, like a princess waltzing.

This is why people can't see the stars on rainy nights, because they hold umbrellas. If they don't have umbrellas and get wet, it will take a long time for the stars to shine.

Two people sometimes feel a little love in the world, so they will be moved and even shed tears.

I remember that day, my mother and I traveled to Shenzhen. It was getting dark, so we found a hotel to stay in. After booking the room, my mother and I walked into the elevator. I just wanted to press the button, but I felt a few bumpy little things under my finger. I let go, squatted down and looked intently. It turned out to be a few glittering and translucent dots. My curiosity was aroused and a question mark came to my mind. What is this? What is it used for? I asked my mother, "Mom, what is this?" My mother came over and looked at my finger. She smiled and said, "Silly boy, isn't this Braille?" I cocked my head and suddenly realized: Oh! So this is the text that blind people perceive the world with their hands! I put my hand on the keys again and felt their existence, just like touching a group of lovely elves. This kind of texture is unprecedented, with a little softness in the hard, a little tenderness in the cold, a bit like patterned marble, a bit like smooth and transparent glass, but in contrast, it is more lovely and delicate ... Hey? I wonder what it feels like to be blind. Maybe they will be happy, maybe surprised, maybe moved ... I think they will touch these lovely elves with smiles like me! By the way, why did the designer think of putting Braille on the elevator button? Well, it must be for the convenience of the blind. At the same time, I also realized the designer's intention. In order to make people get the greatest convenience, don't let go of any tiny details. Somehow, my tears have overflowed, but I am smiling. In silence, those two lines of crystal tears fell. But it is this little love that adorns today's night sky ... "Populus euphratica, why are you crying?" Mother asked with concern. "Nothing, I feel it."

At this time, I looked at the starry sky outside the window, and a star suddenly flashed, as if it were like me, quietly shedding tears.

The composition of the stars 500 words The third chapter Night falls slowly and instantly covers the whole night sky. The rolling mountains in the distance become blurred, and two ancient tall willows nearby become two tall shadows, like the mythical King Kong. Deep in the sky, little stars are flashing, gathering more and more, as if dancing on the blue carpet; It seems to blink again; Still like a shining silver lamp.

The stars are listening attentively to the story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl told by the Moon's mother-in-law. They are so happy! Moonlight shines brightly on the earth through the wisps of light hanging over Wei Yun.

I looked at the starry sky and began my endless reverie.

The stars are really beautiful. It's so elegant, although it's not as dazzling as diamonds, and it's not as exquisite as gold. It comes from inner beauty and reflects people's carefree peace. I know there are many stars hiding behind the clouds. They want to appear quietly to see the world, so quiet and so soft. They seem to be very happy and keep blinking.

How interesting the stars are. It waits for the sun to go to work after work every day, and radiates a bright light for people in the silent starry sky. It is always unwilling to stand in one place, running from here to there for a while and from there to here for a while. It's fun and fun.

The stars are lovely, too. Little stars all over the sky, they try their best to fuse little bits of light together. Although they are not as bright as the sun and clear as the moon, their fantastic light shines on the earth, turning the earth into a strange world and inducing people's desire to explore.

Stars are more magical. It contains a wealth of knowledge. Although they look the same color, they are actually composed of seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. By observing astronomy, people will know a lot about the weather, constellations and so on.

Soon, at eleven o'clock in the evening, I yawned and stretched. I looked at the stars all over the sky and suddenly thought: The stars are dedicating themselves to illuminate others every day. Isn't it the same for our teacher? We should also learn from the spirit of stars and be a good teenager.

The sun is very attached to the world and refuses to go home. Night God was in a hurry, so he pulled the sun home, took out a curtain from a big leather bag and covered it in the sky. It was suddenly dark, and the smiling star accompanied the shy mother moon to replace the sun and quietly climbed up the tree crown.

Look, how beautiful the stars are! One by one, like broken gold scattered on dark blue cloth, glittering and translucent, like urchin's eyes, like profound secrets. How interesting the stars are! Dense stars, like buoys cast by fishermen, are shaken by the waves; It is also like tadpole notes on the staff, jumping brightly, serenading inaudible and floating in the night sky; Like countless fireflies, flying in a huge black ball, just like a small light ball in the universe.

How lovely the stars are! Little star winked to say hello to me; The big stars are covering their ears and listening to my melodious singing; The bright star happily told me about its cordial conversation with Mother Moon last night. The dark star tells me sadly about its loneliness and loneliness.

How amazing the stars are! Astronomers who explore the mysteries of the starry sky have given many beautiful names to the stars in the sky according to the patterns of these stars: swan, Andromeda and Pegasus ... which really makes people think.

Although the stars are so far away from us, they always try their best to throw dribs and drabs of light into the world, which reminds people of people who are as unknown as the stars in Qian Qian and contribute light and heat to mankind. Looking up at the starry sky, I deeply feel: to be a man, you should not always think about yourself, but think more about others and contribute your light and heat like stars. If everyone contributes a share of light and heat, the world will be full of love!

The composition of the stars is 500 words. The afternoon sun is full of skirts, and tiny dust is swaying in the blur, rendering a golden color. There are scattered paper stars in the wishing bottle in front of the table. Although it is noon, it looks like dusk.

The mottled cork gently embraced the bottleneck and sealed the secret in the bottle. Those stars, with their own patterns and colors, quietly sing their own songs. In the long river of years, there are always memories from the bottom of my heart. My blessings are written like the brightness in the starry sky and shine in everyone's eyes forever. I think it is precisely because of this that everyone's memory rises to the sky, and every light wish flies to the clouds, so there are stars in the sky, telling us their thoughts and desires day and night, guarding the silent night sky.

After so many years, I have dreamed countless times and fantasized about the possibilities in my life. Step by step in anticipation and expectation, with dreams and waiting, I walk through every minute of my life, which is the source of my progress. I don't know what the future is, and I don't know how to meet it, so I will bravely go to tomorrow with the most perfect expectation.

The stars in the wishing bottle, you shine in front of my eyes day and night, accompanied by the melody of the piano day and night. The little girl of the past has grown into a charming girl, but her childhood dreams, such as princess, queen, fairy, lovely cat and silver unicorn, merry-go-round and smiling prince, have been brewing in your heart. Thank you, in the sad season of youth, you undoubtedly revealed your pure hope, which I can remember and remember after a long time. One day, you will fly to the deep blue sky, stand as an eternal scenery, leave my childhood dreams behind, and let those angelic thoughts find their final destination and become the most beautiful morning star on the cloud.

Gently take out a piece of pure white paper, write down the sadness and melancholy, helplessness and confusion of youth, put it into this transparent wishing bottle and fly it above the clouds. In the middle of the night without sunshine, it will shine on my light, as soft as moonlight.