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In the big forest, no one does not know the little monkey toot, no one knows, no one knows. Many people say that he may be a writer in the future. But his composition is very good, it is written too long and too long.

Spring is here, Dudu is going to write a "Spring 颂". He wrote and wrote, and it is almost over. Who knows, he added a sentence at the back: "Spring has passed." He thought again: "Think readers." Then he wrote: "Summer is here." I thought about it again. I added another sentence: "Autumn is here." If you think about it or not, you add another sentence: "Winter is here.", oh, round on

In the past, Dudu simply wrote again. Spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring, summer, autumn and winter, a few turns of paper were not enough. Dudu had to stick a little more, and then turned a few more times. The ink was not enough. He bought another bottle of ink. Toss a whole spring.

"Spring is over, I don't write that "Spring 颂", I will write a essay again, called "Day and Night."" Can be written half, the old mistakes of Dudu have been committed, the day is coming, the night is coming, The day is coming, the night is coming, and in this way, two "fictions" are born.

"First send them to the publishing house! Maybe which magazine will be published in it! Hey, novel!" Dudu said.

Because it was too heavy, the bear director of the post office quickly said that he couldn't send it too much. Dudu had to go to the post office with his father. A month later, he heard that the uncle, Uncle Hema, saw his novel and saw a heart attack. He also sent him a letter with a small monkey with a long tail and a small scissors on the side. .

Sixth grade: Huang Zijia