At night, all the stars come out to play with lanterns. The lights are flashing and charming.
Nana, a little monkey, was sleeping in the tree zhēnɡ she suddenly woke up and opened her eyes. Wow! There are many stars in the sky, and each star has a lantern in his hand. It is really interesting. Then, she shouted: Come and see, the stars in the sky have passed the Lantern Festival!
All the monkeys were awakened by the cry of the little monkey Nana. They opened their eyes: Wow! How lively the sky is!
This star is like a panda lamp!
That star is like a fish lamp!
Hey, the star on the left is like a tiger lamp!
Look, the stars on the right are like bird light!
The monkeys talked noisily, and everyone jumped up and down on the tree excitedly.
Little monkey Nana shouted to the stars in the sky: Dear friends, please come down and play with us!
One of the stars heard the cry of the little monkey Nana and suddenly flew down. Ah! His light lit up the whole forest.
The monkeys immediately surrounded the stars: Will you give us a performance?
Starry, dancing on the ground. He jumped into the air, fell to the ground, flew to the left, and floated to the right, drawing all kinds of beautiful arcs in the air.
Monkeys dance around the stars. They are jumping and twisting. How happy they are!
They just keep dancing and singing!
At dawn, the monkeys found that the stars were gone. They searched everywhere! Little monkey Nana found a big stone (K275Nɡ) in a big hole in the grass. The big stone said to them, I was changed by that star. My name is Meteorite, and we will be good friends in the future.
Later, this meteorite often sang and told stories to monkeys in the sky. Woo-hoo, la-la-la, chirp, that's great.
Monkeys still often dance and sing around him.
Later, the monkeys learned that stars falling from the sky are called meteors and falling to the ground are called meteorites.
Star lamp composition 2 Lying in an empty yard on a summer night, blowing a slight cool breeze, looking up at the twinkling starry sky, the stars are like beautiful dreams. Some people say that every star in the sky represents a kind of life on the earth. I think every shining star is like a bright light, guiding you and me forward.
Everyone had dreams when he was a child, but once he entered the ocean of life, he gradually lost his way. When I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a scientist to benefit mankind. When I was in middle school, I dreamed of becoming a teacher and cultivating talents for the motherland. When I was in high school, I dreamed of going to college and having a brilliant life. In college, I dream of having a good job to repay my parents. When I graduate and enter the society, I just want to have a bite to eat. Is life defeating us, or are we willing to fall? Is the dream fading, or are we lost in the world of flowers?
Indeed, it is difficult to see the twinkling stars in the city sky, and my dream has retreated to that corner. People are busy all day, but they work hard just to make a living. Perhaps, the body will collapse without food, but the spirit will collapse without dreams. People without spiritual support are like walking dead. Many people lead contradictory lives. They are unwilling to be satisfied with the status quo. It's not that I don't want to change, but that I don't know how. So every day, like cattle and horses, I am driven by life to wander aimlessly. Wandering, wandering, maybe falling into a swamp, maybe falling into a cliff. It's not that they are not afraid, but that they don't know how dangerous this kind of wandering is. Ignorance of danger is the greatest danger. The whip of life lashed them, so they ran and ran like hell. As for where to go, they don't want to think about it. The precious time of life and the beautiful years of youth have been blindly consumed. The stars are crying in the sky and the dreams are shouting in the corner.
Wake up! Look into the deep sky to find your dreams, temporarily forget the external interference and listen to your inner wishes. Those who find life boring and painful, you all have hope. The reason why I feel pain is because I am still dreaming subconsciously. Whether your dream is to become a president or to replace your parents as a cleaner, just listen to your heart. Dreams are not noble, and struggles are equally wonderful. What we need is life, not survival.
Dreams are sometimes infinitely bright and sometimes far away. Because of its light, the original night can be exciting; Because it is remote, it can make people brave and fearless with good hopes. Only by constantly standing in a higher place can we continuously enjoy more beautiful scenery. Of course, the journey will not always be smooth. There will always be storms, thunder and lightning, and occasionally hail, which will beat you black and blue. Don't regret, don't back down, you just need to despise the wind and rain and hold your head high. Boiling blood and tenacious mind will never be mediocre. Even if life is cold and heartless, we should boil it with the temperature of our dreams, so that beauty can be filled with stars. The broken oars floated into the distance, looking up at the starry sky, and we resolutely set sail.
Tonight, I found the stars are so bright. Is it to illuminate my sister? I can't help crying when I think of my sister.
My sister left this morning. She went to a distant place. Mom said that my sister and dad went to America by plane. Dad can come back, but sister can't. In fact, I have long understood in my heart that my sister actually went to the United States to attend an aristocratic primary school. But why don't mom and dad make things clear? Is it? They're afraid of me? I don't want to go on.
Now my mind is full of time with my sister: she protects me everywhere. Once, I was bullied by a boy. My sister is a member of the brigade and criticized that boy very well. No one dares to bully me anymore. My sister hurts me everywhere. On one occasion, my mother made a glass of milk for my sister to drink, saying that she wanted to make up her brain (my sister was going to take part in the composition contest), and my sister gave it to me. Although I have drunk milk many times, this is the sweetest! When I was drinking, my sister also said, "Be good, Hua Lin. Drinking supplements the body. " She won the first prize in the composition contest. Her father gave her a big doll, but she gave it to me. Although her grades have been better than mine since she was a child, I am not jealous of her. I am proud of having such a good sister!
But now she has gone, quietly, without leaving me a letter. Star, star, please keep your sister healthy and safe!
The street lamp at the corner of the alley is broken again. I push my bike on the bumpy road and avoid puddles from time to time.
Lock the car, enter the corridor, and the familiar smell of food wafts into the nose. Hearing the sound of my opening the door, my mother came out of the kitchen in an apron. "Xing, come back, dinner will be ready soon." At the dinner table, I absently fiddled with the rice in the bowl, and I couldn't help feeling a little annoyed at the thought of that horrible monthly exam report card stuffed at the bottom of my schoolbag. "What's the matter, Xing?" Father sensed my abnormality.
"Nothing." I shook my head. Grab a few mouthfuls of rice at random, and then push the bowl away. "I'm full, so I went to study at night."
My mother watched me squatting on the porch and tying my shoelaces, while chanting how hard it was for senior three students. "Stars, do you want me to pick you up after the night lessons? The street lamp at the corner of the alley is broken. " Father said. "No, you don't want to go. I can do it myself." I frowned, picked up my bag and walked out of the house. It's not dark yet, so I go to school by bike in the opposite direction. The screen in front of me seems to have brought me into a psychedelic virtual world, where I may temporarily paralyze myself.
I came back at night in the city, and the night wind poured into my neckline with a chill. I tightened my coat and rode home at a faster speed. There is no morning star or moon in the dark night sky, and the alley is getting deeper and darker. There is a figure squatting at the corner of the alley, and the security in this block is not good. I raised my vigilance and was about to ride home with all my strength. The flashlight shone on me. "star?" I was relieved to hear my father's voice. Father gave a simple and honest smile. "This road is too dark. I don't know what you are waiting for after class, and you are idle, just waiting at the corner. " The dazzling white flashlight illuminates the road ahead, and my heart is shaking. The father waited for his truant son to go to the Internet cafe on such a cold winter night without complaining, just to light up the way home. ...
Regret flooded my chest. I looked at my father but couldn't say a word. He walked ahead, his back slightly hunched. The tall and straight father in my heart doesn't know when it was stolen by time. And I am no longer the little boy who sleeps late on his father's back. At this moment, I am somewhat grateful for the darkness, which silently covers everything and the tears that are about to gush out of my eyes. Is it cold when father is waiting in the cold wind? Is it gratifying to think of the picture of your son sitting in a bright classroom?
But I-what did I do? When I was a child, I asked my parents the origin of my name, and they told me that it means to light the stars. Today, I understand that it is my parents who have been trying to illuminate my world with the faint light like fireflies. When I got home, the milk that my mother had just warmed was on the table. I took out the wrong set of questions and prepared to revise the monthly exam paper. Looking at the countdown to the college entrance examination on the wall, I made up my mind not to regret it, let alone disappoint my parents. Because this day I finally understood that it was my parents who lit the lamp for me.
Starry night, humming a ditty, come to the river alone, always forget the troubles in life.
Summer insects are singing, frogs are shouting, the air is filled with the smell of grass, and the stars are blinking naughtily in the sky. Listening to the ensemble of nature, I was intoxicated with it and sang the tune of "Light of the Stars", and my whole body and mind relaxed.
Close your eyes and recall the past. When I first remembered, Grandpa could take me to the Yellow River to herd cattle in a cart pulled by an old cow. The old cow always lowers his head and gnaws weeds on the side of the road while walking; On the other hand, the calf quietly approached the cow. After unloading the car, the cow greedily gnawed at the grass on the grass. The calf obediently suckled beside the bull for a while, and then ran around happily.
It was getting dark and there was no sign of the calf. Grandpa took my hand with a rough hand and looked around anxiously. I'm tired. Look up at the sky. The stars are already hanging on the horizon.
Finally, the tired calf came back. Under the dim light of night, the calf leaned against the old cow, and the wheel turned gently again, and we set foot on the road home. I lay quietly in the car and looked at the stars all over the sky. They are like ancient oil lamps, leading the cattle and guiding the way home. With the shaking of the ox cart, I counted the lights all over the sky and listened to my grandfather humming a tune. I gradually fell asleep. ...
With a splash, the frog jumped into the river, which awakened my childhood dream. Looking up at the sky, I wonder who the stars are lighting for. It is already dark, the lazy moon has just appeared, and it is getting cold.
When I got home, I couldn't bear to cover the stars with curtains and stand by the window, letting the starlight soothe my weedy mood. Let the stars light up the beautiful lights and light up this muddy swamp in my heart. Under the starlight, in this beautiful land of my hometown, I can listen to the sounds of nature such as the frogs of summer insects and run happily with the calves. ...
A few days ago, because of the decline in grades, my mood seemed to be in a quagmire. Going home at the weekend is the happiest moment I miss very much, but this time I was overwhelmed by depressed grades, for fear of disappointing my parents when they asked me. I hesitated at the bus stop and missed bus after bus ... Seeing that it was getting dark, I had no choice but to board the last bus.
The bus started slowly, gradually away from the neon lights of the city, away from the noise of the crowd, and headed for the land I was familiar with. The bus seems to know my heart, and it seems to be heavy to drive. Cars are driving in the dark suburbs, but the stars in the sky are particularly bright. But now, my heart seems to be weighing a pound of boulder, and I am afraid to see my parents' disappointed eyes. ...
Getting closer and closer to home, the stars in my hometown are getting brighter and brighter, and I see the familiar starry sky again-beautiful stars are lit up; I smell the familiar smell of my hometown again-the fragrance of grass; I felt grandpa's anxiety about me coming home again-as if looking for his lost calf everywhere. ...
Now I have returned home, and my grandfather's care and parents' tolerance have made me enjoy the warmth of home. In this warm harbor, I gained the motivation to move forward, and I found the goal of struggle. On such a quiet night, watching the familiar beautiful stars light up, it illuminates my direction and guides me out of the swamp of confusion in my heart. ...
Listening to Zheng Zhihua's "Light of the Stars", I will definitely have a sweet dream tonight. "... distant stars, please light a lamp of hope for me. The stars light up my door and let the lost children find their way when they come; The stars light up my future and warm the hearts of children with a little light ... "
Every night will come quietly like this. Let the darkness of the night be more empty and the stars embedded in the curtains be more exciting. -inscription
The hands in the watch are still moving, but because it is night, people don't know the time and get lost in it. Walking from one street lamp to another, the night seems bright. Perhaps, he is on himself, but the sun is far away from this world. Perhaps, something blurs people's eyes and makes them unable to see the world clearly.
The wind jumps around, quietly, quietly. A little lonely, but lonely and safe. Yes, this is life, wandering alone. I think.
Want to see the road under your feet. Yes, the night will never be dark, and street lamps will always illuminate the road ahead for us.
Ren Ying grows bigger and smaller with the shadow-
The street lamp seems too bright. The road is too dazzling, but the road is blurred. Even if you don't get lost, you will never find the stone in the corner.
Helpless, look up at the stars. Alas, there are too few stars. The canopy is also a bit "time and tide wait for no man".
Is it true that the street lamp is too bright, which dilutes the innocence of the stars?
Whether it is, man-made smog blurs the twinkling of stars;
It's like, a road as fuzzy as a lamp.
People only know advanced and developed. Yeah, of course not. However, at the expense of nature, the stars were buried forever. Maybe it's not just the stars.
You may delay, but time will not. I'm afraid that one day, time will end nature. After vicissitudes of life, it will naturally wither in tears, with disappointment and despair.
Then, isn't that day also the end of people?
The sun is destined to leave this world in the dark. Since you can, don't destroy it casually. Since you cherish it, don't let it get old in a hurry. Don't let nature stay away from the world and people.
Home will be more natural and quiet in a bungalow area that is rare in the city. Just no street lights, darker, but more careful.
When we get home, detect it-
Oh, the stars are nearby.
Star lamp composition 7 autumn in October, autumn is crisp. On the day when the fragrance of osmanthus fragrans was fragrant, the third "Tent Festival" of Jinyun Experimental Primary School was grandly opened.
In the eyes of adults, tents are ordinary outdoor products that can no longer be ordinary, but in the eyes of children, tents are a novelty. After learning that the school will hold the third "Tent Festival" this Friday, my expectation is beyond words. The fleeting time seems to have exhausted all its strength, and time suddenly solidified. I almost begged it to jump to the moment when the tent festival opened. In my opinion, five centuries have passed in five days.
On Friday, the morning mist rose from the ground as usual, like an imaginary fairyland. I walk to school as usual, but my heart is full of joy.
Finally, it's dusk. With the arrival of the night, the tent festival officially opened. At the teacher's command, I immediately rushed to my "territory" and kept chanting: "Where is it? Where? " When the three bright red numbers "509" hit my eyes, all the rules and regulations in my mind were forgotten, and I changed my gentle image and skillfully got into the tent that I had been thinking about for a day and a night.
When the last classmate sneaked in like a loach, Ma Fuyu suggested, "Let's do somersaults!" As soon as the voice fell, we cheered in unison. As a result, there was a "fluttering" sound in the tent.
The light went out and we were tired of playing. We shouted dumb, and the tent gradually became quiet. Four little friends gather in a small space of their own, how can they sleep easily? So, the whisper came onto the stage. Everyone scrambled to tell interesting stories about their childhood, and then their parents' stories and street stories moved out. Although Chen Xiaoli is usually taciturn, he lost control when he opened his mouth today and talked too much. Say, listen, my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, like lead. Xiaoli's word "buzzing" is like the sound of nature floating in the sky; The chilly autumn wind outside the tent seems to have changed its appearance, like a mother's soft lullaby before going to bed. My eyes gradually blurred, and I felt sleepy. I couldn't bear it any longer and fell asleep.
"Cucumber is called tomato, cucumber is called tomato, please answer when you hear it." In the dim light, I vaguely heard a "China underground party" transmitting information. "I heard that there are any new instructions?" "It's already 8 o'clock Beijing time, and the weather is fine. Please follow the plan. " It's 8 o'clock? I suddenly woke up. Seeing the "sunshine" coming from outside the tent, my heart was weak. Did I oversleep? Will the teacher blame me? I have no time to think about it. I dressed at lightning speed and rushed out of the tent. What I saw was another scene: the moon and stars were sparse, the clear moonlight sprinkled on the earth like milk, and the darkness remained, with no intention of fading. And the so-called "sunshine" I saw was nothing but the lights of the school's Cuiwei Garden. I suddenly realized that I had been fooled. I went back to my sleeping bag in frustration and continued my dream-seeking journey, but I couldn't sleep again and again. I lay flat and glanced at my watch. The hour hand pointed to 2 o'clock. Listen carefully, Cuiwei Garden is not lonely. From time to time, there were faint and hurried footsteps in the distance, and the underground workers in "Zhong * * *" were in action. My neighbors are also full of sleep, snoring, grinding their teeth, smacking one after another, moaning in their dreams, whispering in their dreams ... Children's dreams are colorful.
That night, the stars lit up, illuminating me and my childhood.
Star lamp composition 8 has been going on for five thousand years, which is a long time. In the history of the development of the Chinese nation, some people have inherited the Chinese spirit and promoted social progress. They are like shining stars, illuminating people's hearts and our way forward. ...
Confucius-the light of saints
Confucius was born in Lu during the Spring and Autumn Period. Confucius liked reading the Book of Changes in his later years. When he was reading the Book of Changes, the cowhide rope used to weave bamboo slips was broken many times. This shows how hard Confucius studied! This is the origin of Bian Wei's Three Musts.
Once, Confucius and his two disciples, Yan Hui and Luz, talked about their ambitions. Lutz is willing to take out his clothes for horses and chariots and enjoy them with his friends. Even if they are worn out, he won't care, because he believes that friends should share happiness. Yan Hui wants to be a person who doesn't make contributions for himself. Confucius said: "Old people feel secure, friends have faith, and few people are pregnant." He hopes that all people can live a comfortable and comfortable life in their later years, friends can trust each other, and young children can have lofty ideals. I was deeply shocked to learn of Confucius' ambition. He deserves to be called a "saint"!
Confucius, you are a star that illuminates the dark road for me. Let me know that people should have ambition!
Bobby Chen-Swan's Ambition
When Bobby Chen was young, he tilled the fields for others. Once, when he was working, he suddenly stopped and went to the field, disappointed for a long time, and then said to his friends, "If anyone is rich in the future, don't forget each other!" The partners around him laughed at him and said, "You were hired to farm, where did you get the money!" " Bobby Chen sighed: "Alas, sparrows know the ambition of swans! "yes! How can a sparrow know Yu Hong's great ambition?
Later, unwilling to be oppressed, he rose up with Guangwu and launched the first peasant uprising in China history, which shook the rule of the Qin Dynasty and promoted social development and progress.
Bobby Chen, like a star, you light up the dark road ahead for me, telling us not to be mediocre, to struggle and to make a difference!
Su Wu, the king of patriotism
I believe everyone has heard the story of Su Wu's sheep herding in Beihai! Khan wanted Su Wu to surrender, so he asked Wei Law to surrender, but Su Wu refused to surrender. So Khan imprisoned him and put him in a big cellar without giving him food or drink. It's snowing. Su Wu is lying chewing the snow and swallowing it with felt. A few days later, he didn't die. The Huns thought he was a god, and asked him to put the ram in a deserted place near Beihai until the ram gave birth to a lamb. Can a ram have a lamb? No The Huns are determined to let Su Wu die here. When Su Wu arrived in Beihai, food could not be delivered, so he had to dig up wild fruits stored by wild rats to satisfy his hunger. He leans on the scepter representing the cold pavilion to herd sheep, and holds it when he is asleep and awake, so that all the yak tails tied to the festival are taken off. In this way, Su Wu lived here for nineteen years before returning to the motherland.
What sustains him? What supports him is patriotism, ambition to serve the country and national justice.
Su Wu, you are like a star, illuminating the dark road for me. Let's always remember to be a patriotic, patriotic China teenager who always cares about the motherland!
There are also Fan Zhongyan's loyalty to serve the country, Ban Chao's loyalty to run the army, Yue Fei's loyalty to serve the country, and Zu Ti's smell of chicken dancing ... This man and this matter have influenced generations and inspired us to keep moving forward. At this time, I remembered this passage in my ear: "Those who want virtue in the past must first govern the country ..." Yes, under the guidance of these stars, let's learn things together, be honest, sincere, cultivate one's morality, keep the family in order, govern the country and level the world!
Once upon a time, there was a rich city where people were basically rich. Because this city is very rich, many foreigners will come here to work.
In such a small alley, the people inside are all outsiders and have a good heart, but they complain every day. There is no light at night, even if a person falls, he won't notice. There are no lights at night, and thieves often come here, but now people have a strong sense of prevention. Thieves are not always successful.
A little girl has just moved in this alley. She is not young, she is a junior high school girl. Her parents are dead. Because she often cries, her eyes are almost blind. If she can't see clearly in a bright place, she will drop out of school.
That night, she was lying quietly in bed when she suddenly heard a slight cry for help. She got a fright, dressed quickly, picked up the flashlight and went downstairs. She looked around by the light. She found an old woman lying not far away. She picked her up and called all the residents in the alley. The residents in the alley sent her to the hospital, and the medical expenses were paid together because there was not much money. Later, I learned that the old woman had a heart attack. This attack can be said to be very terrible.
She gradually began to hate the darkness, so she made up her mind to fix the lights here.
A year later, the star still lives here. The money for repairing the lamp has been saved, 1000, although it is a small amount for us. But for a person who is almost blind, this number is already very large.
Just as she invited the lamp repairman to come, the residents in the alley came out, and they also took out their own money. Later, I learned that they didn't want the star to pay, because after all, the star is almost blind, and maybe money is good for the star's eyes. The money is enough to cure her eyes.
The star disagreed, but she still had to pay. In the end, all the residents in the alley paid for it.
That night, the lights in the alley turned on, driving away the darkness, and the children were singing in the alley. Old people also began to sing their Peking Opera. Although I don't know anything. But they always think it is the most beautiful song in the world. Because this is their first light, dark light.
Star lamp composition 10 I am an introverted boy. Strange to say, I can call myself big brother in front of boys, but I dare not speak loudly in front of girls. In front of everyone, my face flushed as soon as I opened my mouth, and the heroism of being a brother in front of the same sex was swept away.
On a starry night, I went to my classmate's house for a party. More than a dozen of our classmates get together or chat, or dance, or play chess and cards. After about 10 minutes, everyone yawned and said goodbye to each other. Maybe it's the ingenious arrangement of heaven that put me on the same road as girls! Someone patted me on the shoulder and said, "You should take good care of her!" " Hearing this, I suddenly felt a fever on my face.
Summer night, cool breeze blowing gently, cool and pleasant. The stars in the sky winked at us. Little fireflies carry lanterns to light the way for us, and crickets play wonderful music to accompany us. All this seems to encourage us to walk at night, but I am still very nervous when I walk with girls: there are fine sweat on my forehead; Village clothes cling to the back, just like a ghost that can't be thrown away; I can't help but sigh: "Road. What took you so long! "
Along the way, I was silent. In order to be courageous and adjust the atmosphere, I whistle: "The stars light up my house ..."
"ah! Snakes! I stepped on a snake. " A scream cut through the night sky and cut off my singing. Especially the word "snake" scares me. When I tried to calm down, I saw her run back a dozen paces. In the moonlight, I leaned down and saw a long, round and winding thing lying across the road. "Ah! This snake has been stepped on, why doesn't it move? " I wondered for a long time, but the snake still didn't move. I'm even more surprised I looked carefully, and it turned out to be a straw rope! After a false alarm, I wiped a cold sweat and laughed at her cowardice, thinking that the straw rope was a snake. Not to be outdone, she retorted, invisibly, we became harmonious. I told her about my previous experience of encountering snakes, and told her many interesting stories, which made her laugh. In this way, she walked and talked, and soon got home. I'm surprised: how time flies!
I walked home alone. I think that the communication between boys and girls is often misunderstood by parents or classmates. In fact, there is no insurmountable gap between male and female students, and this friendship is not mysterious. In the flower season of sixteen or seventeen, we really need pure friendship between boys and girls. When we bravely walk together and shake hands with each other, we will enjoy the endless fun brought by pure friendship.
With a croak, a fluorescent lamp accompanied me on the country road. Ah! Il Cielo Cade ...