Ask for an article in children s literature,

It may be the naughty bag horse jump, which was written by Yang Hongying.

Ma Xiaoyue also ran away from home, and Malatang was not impressed.

Below is the part of the pig ride, and the black whirlwind pulls the cart behind.

Little Africa rolled over and sat on the back of the black whirlwind. As soon as he pulled the reins with both hands, he clamped the pork belly between his legs, and shouted in his mouth: "Ride-" The black whirlwind ran.

The Black Whirlwind runs like a horse.

Little Africa came back from a lap ride and let the horse jump for a small ride.

Don't be afraid! Little Africa held the horse and jumped on the back of the black whirlwind, "like riding a horse." ”

Ma Xiaoyue can ride horses, and he and his father went to the "riding club" a few times, where he learned to ride horses.

Son--drive! ”

The horse jumped and pulled the reins, clamped the pork belly, and the black whirlwind ran.

The wind whistled in Ma Xiaoyue's ears, and houses flashed before his eyes. Ma Xiaoyue narrowed his eyes slightly, indulging in fantasy. He fantasized that instead of riding a pig around the village, he was riding a horse and galloping across the vast grasslands.

"Whale" When you are lonely, as long as you look up at the starry sky, the world will become so big and big.

--Starry sky. Habitually, I often look up at the starry sky. The bright and clear moonlight poured down like water, as if blending into the clear water, blending into the light ripples.

I often miss it, is the blurred starry sky in my memory the same as it is now? No matter how the years pass, no matter how fate is reincarnated, there is only the starry sky, as brilliant as ever.

No matter how far away we are, we are all under the same sky. I don't know if you in the other world are looking up at the starry sky with me--- what we see must be the same starry sky, so when looking up at the starry sky, I seem to see you who are not familiar with you, and you are showing a warm smile.

Different worlds will also have a trajectory of intersection, just like the incredible experience when I was a child. Now, I can only reflect the bits and pieces through vague memories--- but the growth is unforgettable, never stopping, and also imprinted.

The world is so wonderful, and sometimes, I feel relieved to think that we are like red-cheeked whales --- with a pod of whales

Whales can only make sounds below 20 decibels, so they can only hear sounds below 20 decibels;

Red-cheeked whales, on the other hand, can only make sounds above 50 decibels, and they can't hear sounds below 50 decibels.

Therefore, they cannot find each other.

--Just like us, we have crossed paths, but because of different worlds, we can't find each other.

--yes, we just can't find each other.

I remember an article in it.

I want to read that excerpt from yours.

I couldn't find it.

It should be the "Bear Race" in "Children's Literature 60 Years of Essence Collection Field Volume", thank you for adopting!

"Embracing the Happy Bear".

Then I don't know, sorry.