The stars fall in the bushes and read the feeling. 100 words?

The sun is about to go down, and the chicks hurry up and play for a while. "That's it for today, it's time to sleep. Carmela shouted.

The chickens are lining up to go home, and one is missing. She knew it was Carmelido, and she said, "Be careful, Carmelido was eaten by a fox."

Carmelido knew that his mother was scaring him.

Another star flew by, and Carmelido ran for joy to see the star lying on the beach. He happily brought the star home, but Perrault told him that he was just a starfish! Carmelido was sad.

At the same time, ...... in space

Teacher, I want to go to the toilet, I can't hold it back! ”

Can't wait any longer? Well, just stop on Earth for a while. ”

The spaceship landed, and a flock of green, toothed chickens rushed out.

All this was seen by Camelido, who curiously and cautiously boarded the ship and asked softly, "Is there anyone?" He saw a chick, "Hello, my name is Carmelido." "Hello, my name is Cyrus. ”

Sellers shows Carmelido around the ship, and eventually, he tells Carmelido that he must take something with him and leaves, so Carmelido gives him the starfish. Cyrus, please give Carmelido a real star in return!

Carmelido was so happy that his wish had finally come true!

What an interesting story!

The stars fall on the bushes after the reading. Can you still see it behind the bushes?

Writing ideas: Do not go flat and straightforward, pay attention to timely and constantly change the angle of description, make the description more specific, and give the reader a sense of subjectivity. Be organized, natural, and understandable, not cluttered, and pour your thoughts and feelings.

Text: The stars fall in the bushes, the bushes fall in the dirt, the dirt falls on the dandelions, the dandelions fall in the palms of our hands, we fall in the memories, the memories fall in the childhood, and the childhood takes root in the world of our dreams.

Mr. An uses small stories to carry one small "memory" after another, and uses anthropomorphic techniques to combine spring, summer, autumn, winter, stars, fences, seas, flowers, grasses, and trees. These ordinary and ordinary things that have memories and can resonate with them give a lot of mood.

Mr. An is now in his fifties, but he can still be full of the cuteness and liveliness of his childhood, writing books, fairy tales, and essays. Childhood may be just a memory for everyone, but since I read this book, I feel that childhood is a different world that is not governed by anything. There, you can do whatever you want, without consequences.

At the end of the book, in a very beautiful font it is written, "Tell you the most interesting story, sing you the most beautiful song." "It's as if these words are speaking, telling us all the time that there are many wonderful fairy tales hidden behind the book, many beautiful songs that represent childhood.

Text: The stars fall in the bushes, and she likes to gaze.

The stars fall in the bushes, and she likes to imagine.

When imagination and gaze fall on any tiny life on the earth, that life is as beautiful as a star.

Father-in-law Sun went home, Sister Moon started working, a group of cute little stars were playing games in the sky, they were hugging me, and accidentally a little star fell from the sky.

The little star fell into the black grass and the grass 'cricket' sounded, and the little star was still dizzy at this time, and was very frightened when he heard this sound, and quickly walked out of the grass, and saw a cricket at a glance. Little Star said, "Brother Cricket, can you send me home?"

Brother Cricket said, "I'm sorry, I'm too young to send you home, but I can get Aunt Giraffe to help." ”

So the cricket took the little star to Aunt Giraffe's house, and Aunt Giraffe said, "Come up on my head and grab my ears." At this moment, Aunt Giraffe's head shook violently, and the star was thrown into the air, and it screamed in fright.

At this moment, a wild goose flew over and let the little star ride on his back, and the wild goose carried the little star and flew for a long time, and finally sent the little star home.

Every night the animals can see the star, the brightest star, and wink at them as if they are thanking their animal friends for helping them!

It is not to look at the horoscope, but to look at the personality and living environment, which also has a certain relationship with the personality of the parents. So just like it, don't pay too much attention to the horoscope personality, it's all fooling. Superstition is even more wrong.

Many of my classmates love to read fairy tales, and I am no exception. But I think that fairy tales have expanded my imagination and made my life journey colorful.

I found that it was a colorful butterfly; a lively bird; a clear stream; A wonderful song; A beautiful story. It can lead us to a better future before the moon flowers. That's why I love fairy tale books.

I've been hungry for a good book, like I'm looking for a good friend I've never met. It's like a diligent little bee, greedily picking nectar. In recent days, I have read a storybook called "".

The book mainly tells the story of a little white rabbit and a small tree, after reading this book, I almost cried, there is such a touching story:

There was a small tree growing on the mountain, and there were countless star-like green leaves on the tree, and the breeze blew the small tree out"Whoop"sounds. When the little white rabbit was picking mushrooms, he found this small tree and named it"Star Tree".Since then, the little white rabbit and the star tree have become good friends.

When spring turns to autumn, the green leaves fall one by one, and they fly into the dream of the little white rabbit to say their final goodbyes.

This book made a deep impression on me: friendship is the most beautiful thing that everyone in the world aspires to. I couldn't help but sigh: Ah! Long live friendship!