Beijing city, old story

The wind blew, and the thin sand was clipped.

On a small slope of Changbai Mountain, there is a maple tree and a bamboo with a maple leaf and bamboo leaves. Therefore, they become inseparable friends. They are inseparable. They have a dream, they go to Beijing together. The stars at night.

However, good days are always so short.

At the end of the winter, Changbai Mountain came down with a group of people who felled trees. They raised the fellers. At first, there was no movement at first. They looked around and seemed to find out what they were looking for. When they were ready to leave, a feller looked at the target. To the maple...

"No" bamboo leaves shouted loudly. After the maple leaves, the bamboo leaves missed it day and night. Gradually, autumn came, and the wind and sand blew through Changbai Mountain. The yellow bamboo leaves came to Beijing with the wind and sand.

"Selling candied haws", "drinking tea", "Beijing roast duck, now doing it now..." The screams of miscellaneous screams spread around Beijing, and the bamboo leaves stunned and opened their eyes, blurry Looking at it all, in the excitement, it was very lonely. At this time, a little girl wearing glasses spit the chewing gum in the mouth for a while and spit it on the side of the road. When she turned around, she suddenly found the bamboo leaves in the corner, she was amazed. After playing for a little while, I lost it to the side of the road.

With the friction of time, the bamboo leaves move with it, slowly, Christmas is coming, the bamboo leaves are exhausted, the stars are very bright at night, the bamboo leaves are lying on the road, the cool breeze blowing, it contains Tears, quietly. Looking up at the starry sky, it turned back. On the Christmas tree at the window, one of the most beautiful maple leaves looked at her with tears. They remembered it once and remembered what humans did. They looked up at the starry sky. The stars were so beautiful, and the darkness was wiped. The bamboo leaves will be swept into the trash can. At the last moment, the bamboo leaves use their own life to blow the earth with the wind. It died on the land and turned into mud...

By the window, Maple Leaf was quiet, silent, quietly thinking, thinking of a beautiful story, Beijing City, old story.

Second day: Zhou Wu