short story
Wild boar in the hometown
It was after seven o'clock when I returned from my walk last night. When I opened the front door, I found that I could still see things vaguely in the living room, so I didn't turn on the lights immediately. I thought that the bedroom window had been closed all day, so I should change the air before going to bed, so I immediately ran to the bedroom. That's when I saw the bright moonlight on the bed and windowsill! What a long-awaited moonlight!
By Joseph Sumner4 years ago in Earth
Lantern Festival
The Lantern Festival has long passed, but I can't forget that day. Once the Lantern arrives, the start of the school year also means to come. I do not dread school, but rather more like, not love learning people and friends get together to discuss, will also suddenly feel that the original study is so happy thing, in short, I can not leave the collective, I aspire to just lively and simple group life. The night before I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, I couldn't see a single bright light, oh, I moved rooms, this room is much smaller than the original, with no windows, almost nothing, only the desk and bench that just arrived. Lying flat on my fluffy crib, I kept thinking outside, why is there no moon in winter? Maybe the moon is hanging in the snowy pine branches at the moment, but I can't see it, the darkness keeps me away from the noise, from the sound, and from the moon, which is also lonely for me. Oh, moon, when you are not noticed, when you do not listen to people, you are not very lonely! Yes, I am as lonely as you are. Before I went to bed, I read a little romance novel, and I've been so busy this time, wading through my grandmother's house and my mother's house. Now that I'm finally relaxed, the best way to enjoy myself is to do what I love. Yes, I suddenly thought of this sentence: in fact, people will read boring books only when they are lonely, because they want to pass this empty time, not waste, is to try their best to dare them to hurry past, hurry away, when what 'time is money, waste of time is equal to murder and so on is a bunch of annoying words. I thought of Lulu's essay, indeed, the moon in love with the sun is a painful thing, just like the men and women in this romance, love so hard, love so worried. There is no way, does love need a reason? It is a wonderful feeling from the heart, romantic, warm, happy, even if divided in the north and south of the world, looking back on the sweet once there will be a big smile. Oh, the moon, I can finally appreciate the anguish when you can't see the dear sun when it's on the other side, you've been alone, I'm just like you, also thinking of the beloved alone. I told my mother that I do not like to drink water, but she preferred me to drink more at bedtime, saying to strengthen the body and grow. Depressed, the function of water is not too much, the new green road: water is a tasteless liquid. But in my sense of smell, it has a special taste, so I hate, the teacher to the "water" of the lesson said, people do not drink water a day will not hold up, I stood up straight to retort, "teacher do you believe, I do not drink water for a week as alive", the teacher a stunned face! This is not a casual remark, I really can not drink water for a week, except for drinks. I vaguely retain that unpleasant, humiliating memories ...... still in the countryside at that time, and I remember I had a special fever, grandfather said more water will go down, said it poured a large bowl, really smothered. The water was cold and cold grandfather finally handed it over, just warm, I drink the first mouthful of vomit turned skyward. From then on I remembered and knew that I didn't like plain water, and I couldn't accept warm water. Water, water, when you are abandoned by me to be placed on the window, you will not hate me, will not face the moon to complain to it, perhaps the next day, but the first dew spring night the moon is no longer, you should mourn to whom!
By Olivia Phillips4 years ago in Earth
White Snow
Speaking of snow, that is white, white snow, snow-white world, that is all churlish. Every winter it snows, and this year is no exception. The first snow of 2017, which ended long ago last week, is still snowing outside the window, and this snow also moistened people's hearts. The snowflakes scattered leisurely down, causing a lot of excitement among the students, just after class, students are running outside, and shouting "it's snowing" as if to let everyone know the arrival of the snow. The whole campus was abuzz with excitement. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the snowflakes are so small that when they fall on your hands, they are gone in no time, leaving only small drops of water. Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, like fairies descending from the earth. They fell on the earth, like a needle and thread weaving a quilt for the earth. They also fell on the branches of the trees, like trees blooming, oh, the leaves falling is to make room for them, right?
By Joseph Sumner4 years ago in Earth
A New World
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The door slammed shut preventing the ball of fire, ice from exploding in infinite directions. Staring ahead, eyes bulging for the camera wasn’t at the best angle of a yet epithetic beginning. Lungs emptied, eyes bulging hardly the best take in the movie? If it was that. It was not. I guess I had left the safety of the container of the opening chamber to descend to the surface of this planet.
By amcreative4 years ago in Earth
Beautiful Dreams
There is a crab that has been living inside its shell for its amusement, never daring to poke its head out to show people. Because it is afraid, afraid to come into contact with others, afraid to meet bad people, and afraid to be hurt. But it is also very eager to see what the outside world is like. One day, it just couldn't resist, and put its head, little by little, coyly poking out. "Wow! The world outside is so beautiful! It's so beautiful, this is the 'world', ah! So the 'world' is so colorful and beautiful." The crab said with emotion. It tried to stretch its neck longer, trying to see further. Just then, from the sky, a small stone fell and hit its head. "Holy crap! I'm scared to death, oooh ............" the crab cried as it quickly retracted its head inside its shell. "I said don't go outside! I say it's scary out there! I said only my shell is the safest, right!" It said to itself. From that day on, the crab never poked its head out again, but inside its shell, it drew beautiful dreams, weaving them with the small "world" it saw for a moment. Day by day, it went on like this.
By Mary C Fuentes4 years ago in Earth
Smart Pig
A long time ago, there was a beautiful island. There were dense forests, cool mat-like waterfalls, and lush and hurried green bamboos. On a sunny day, Uncle Panda was picking bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, Brother Big-Faced Cat and Brother Ah Bum Cat were playing soccer with other brothers, and Aunt Magpie was washing clothes by the river ...... All citizens of the animal kingdom were busy.
By Steve Billups4 years ago in Earth
No rain tomorrow
When the fisherman got home, he put the snipe and the mussel in the basket, covered them, and went to bed. The snipe heard the fisherman's snoring and said, "Let's stop arguing and let's cooperate to escape or we'll both be eaten." The mussel said, "Okay, but when you get out, you can't eat me." The snipe said, "Between survival and life, I still have to choose survival first. I promise you, I won't eat you, let's run first!" After saying this, the snipe pecked holes in the lid of the basket with its sharp beak, and the mussel used its hard shell to push against the lid of the basket. As the mussel hit, the hole in the basket lid became bigger and bigger, and the snipe and mussel escaped through the hole.
By Steve Billups4 years ago in Earth
Crows and Foxes
People can not only focus on the beauty and ugliness of the exterior, but on your heart, if the person's beautiful heart is not beautiful, it is useless. Because some people are gold and jade outside, but not inside. These truths we can know from the fables. Do you want to come to understand it? The following is the first model to prepare a fable for you to read, for reference only!
By Mary C Fuentes4 years ago in Earth
Two birds meet
After a chattering, they chose a nest under the eaves of the sunrise. It was a very old and rustic office building, with red paint peeling off, but still not losing its majesty. But the signs of decay can easily trigger people's thoughts of the past, reminding them of its former prosperity and the old days of the swallows in front of Wang Xie Hall.
By Steve Billups4 years ago in Earth
