The Moon Ancient Tree Dragonfly Make up a reasonable and vivid short story 5

There was a dragonfly in an ancient tree under the moon.

The moon came out, and the moonlight shone softly on a tall tree.

It was an ancient tree that had stood beside the babbling stream for hundreds of years.

The branches and leaves of the ancient trees are still as vibrant as when they were young.

The dragonfly flew and sat on the ancient tree.

He asked Gu Shu, "Grandpa Shu, why is the water in the creek so clear?" ”

Gu Shu smiled and said, "This babbling brook has been with me for hundreds of years. Here, it's so beautiful because of the people's protection! You see, the grass on the other side of the hill is poking its head out and singing and harmonizing with the flowers, how happy! ”

The dragonfly looked at the ancient tree and hung its head sadly.

He also misses his hometown.

The green stream, the tall fruit trees ......The mooing cow, the chirping bird, ......The joyful and energetic scene unfolded before my eyes.

Today, however, the water is muddy yellow; The fruit trees are gone, all eucalyptus trees; The mooing cow was gone, and the chirping bird flew away.

The sewage discharged from the newly built factory flowed to the clear stream.

Do people do it to protect the environment?

The dragonfly said goodbye and flew away.

He flew into the distance, pinning his hopes on ...... to protect the environment

People, protect the environment!

The earth is the only place we can survive!

Written on December 11, 2011 at 22:38:45.

Late at night, the bright moon hung alone in the deep blue night sky, and the soft moonlight poured on a large tree with a wrinkled face. It was an old tree that had stood beside a dark green swamp for hundreds of years. The old tree stretches its leaves, still as vibrant as it was when it was young.

The dragonfly flew out of the swamp beside it, sitting on the branches of the old trees, lazily enjoying the moonlight.

An owl flew over, and the dragonfly saw the owl parked next to it and asked, "Brother, why don't you sleep so late?" ”

The owl combed his feathers and said, "I'm going to catch a mouse." ”

Dragonfly looked back, "Why are you catching rats so late?" ”

The owl smiled, "Because that's my duty!" ”

Duty? What is my role? It can't be a rat like it, right? Dragonfly thought to herself.

So what should be my role? Dragonfly asked, confused.

Your duty should be to catch pests and protect nature. The owl tilted his head and thought for a moment and said.

Catching pests? Protecting nature? Is that my duty?

While the dragonfly table was thinking, the owl said to the dragonfly, "Bye, for the protection of nature!" Fly to catch the mouse.

Dragonfly carefully recalled what the owl said and made up his mind, and in order to protect the harmony of nature, Dragonfly decided to follow the ...... of his duties

Love version: The green dragonfly always likes its light wings to fly under the ancient tree, he loves this tree, this green and his similar ancient tree, the dragonfly likes to dance on a moonlit night because of the reflection of the moonlight, his wings are so flickering in the dark night, crystalline, he sings his love with dancing under the moon, but he knows that the moon can only shine on the dancing wings forever.

Children's version: The moon came out, reflecting the earth, sprinkling a silver glow, when a dragonfly flapped its wings and danced, and the dragonfly sighed: "How beautiful I am, who can have more beautiful wings than me?"

The ancient tree next to him smiled, and he said softly"It's still moonlight. ”

Go to the other** check and be careful of being discovered by the teacher.

Tonight, the heart is always not calm, surging, churning, I don't know if the "heart" can be expressed. Because my brother promised me to take me to catch dragonflies at dawn. I couldn't sleep, looking at this beautiful moonlight.

The moon, so bright, that I never thought she would change. The quiet moon has quietly climbed up the treetops, like a child's innocent face, the thick ancient tree, faintly shining on the leaves, and gently reflecting back, decorating the tree, piece by piece, little by little, it looks very mysterious. Gentle silver light sprinkled on the road one by one, like a mother's hand caressing; She slipped into people's hearts again, like the melting ice and snow in spring, moisturized, cold and light.

Maybe she's from heaven, she's as beautiful as a virgin.

On such a beautiful moonlit night, I couldn't bear to do anything else. Quietly waiting for the dawn to come.