Grass, sand, water droplets, streams, and forests make a meaningful fairy tale

In the great forest, inhabited.

Write a fairy tale with grass, sand, water droplets, elephants, sunshine, forest, moon, creek.

In the forest, the grass grew happily, and on this day suddenly an elephant came here, and it trampled on the grass without any scruples, and the grass broke some of its bones, and some of its leaves were rotten, and they all cried bitterly. But the elephant said, "In my eyes you are like grains of sand."

Then Granny Sun heard it and said, "Children, I'll help you heal." She sprinkled light on Xiaocao, Xiaocao's wound dried, and Aunt Moon also came to help, and came out in the evening to chat and talk with Xiaocao, to alleviate their pain. The sun also sprinkled the water in the creek into water vapor, and then in the early morning and evening, the water vapor turned into water droplets, and sprinkled it on the grass in the early morning, and the grass gave off a beautiful light, and the grass smiled again.

Grass, sand, droplets, elephants, sunshine, forest, moon, and creek choose three of them to write a fairy tale.

The sun smiles brightly every day, shining the sun all over the earth. A small stream passed through the mountain stream, flowing merrily and singing. An elephant comes to the creek every morning to drink.

The sun shines on its body, it feels warm, and it is very happy. The brook also likes it to be tall and heroic, and gives it the coolest water to drink. Elephants, I feel very happy.

It was raining one day, and the sun hid in the house and did not come out. The elephants did not come to drink either. The creek was pushed forward by more rain, and the rain grew heavier and heavier, turning into a flood, and the huge waves rushed in, and it actually washed the creek out of the valley.

The stream was groggy, not knowing where it had been swept towards, and its body seemed to fall apart. Finally stopped at a large lake. Slightly calmer, it finds itself turning into a lake.

With some surprise and some regret, it can no longer bring cool water to the elephants. When the rain stopped, the elephant came to the creek, still drinking the cool water, but felt that something was missing, and it knew that the creek had been washed far, far away. The sun came out, still sprinkling warm sunlight on the elephant's body, the elephant felt very warm, raised his head and stretched his nose to thank the sun, the sun's smile was still so bright.

The sun said, I can see the creek, it has turned into a lake, much stronger than before, it's good. The elephant smiled happily too.

There is a stream in the forest, and whenever the moon rises, the grass around it leaves small droplets.

There is a stream in the forest, and whenever the moon rises, small droplets of water are left on the grass.

There is a stream in the forest, and the water droplets in the stream are secretly in love with the grass by the stream, and whenever the moon rises, it secretly climbs on the grass and tells the grass stories from afar.

One night, the moon was very round and bright. In the forest, a stream is glittering with the silver light of the moonlight, which is very beautiful.

The grass is green, the sand is orchard, the water droplets are dry, the elephants are dead, the sun is white, the forest is bald, the moon is shining, and the brook is gone.

Elephants, moons, and grass can be written... Well written. Everything that has life is easy to write.

One night, the moon was very round and bright. In the forest, a stream is glittering with the silver light of the moonlight, which is very beautiful.