Strolling in the fairy forest

Pushing open the doors and windows of memory, it is a strange forest that comes into view. A voice in the dark tells me that I have been here before. Yes, there is always a familiar familiarity in it. I must have been here!

Moonlight is clean and hangs on the high treetops. Curiosity allows me to walk deep into the woods along a quiet path. On both sides of the path are rows of cedars, white tassels flashing dazzling brilliance, branches sagged slightly, as if in a long wait, could not help but bow down and sleep, as if to pay attention to distant visitors.

Gently close to a cedar, in the silence, I felt the change of light and the flow of color. Cedar turned into a statue. Although it was just an ordinary stone sculpture, there was no gorgeous decoration, and even the name of the statue was not engraved. But I knew him and saw him. From his cold eyes, he could feel it. To his unique warmth is a happy prince! You see, the little bird in the forest has been with you, protecting you, and you will never feel lonely again.

A cedar on the left attracted me because I felt an inexplicable call. The sound of singing and undulating turns into the ear. In an instant, as if at the seaside, the rising sun, sparkling, six mermaid princesses sitting on the reef sing in unison, the song is filled with faint sorrow and good expectations, I think it must be calling their little sister - the sea Daughter. The waves glow with gold, the aroma of the bubbles permeates the sea, you listen! The waves that are one after another are not the cheerful laughter of the Little Mermaid?

Walking through the forest, I saw many good partners of childhood. Snow White and the seven dwarfs are playing games; Nils is flying in the sky with his beloved big goose; Little Red Riding Hood is picking flowers in full bloom; and Dorothy, Pinocchio & hllip;

On the way home, a short, ball-like cedar came to me and gave a string of silver bells. This time, what I saw was the snow fluttering in the sky. They seemed to be telling something, not to me, but to the clouds in the sky. This white cloud is so familiar, white fat body, red little nose, round big eyes, I know! That is the snow child! The snow child who died in the sea of ​​fire to save the little white rabbit! Now, he has become a cloud, which means that he can always be with his friends, and he will always be in this world, and he will always see the smile of the white rabbit.

I don't remember how to come back, but I think I already know the place because I know its name - the fairy tale forest.

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[Leaf Green Mark] The gorgeous poems of Ambilight!

Conceived and thoughtful, but did not deliberately show off the rules and rhetoric.

Naturally, fresh and gratifying.

The more subjective emotions of the narrator in the plot, the more the writing techniques of the work itself appear to be “inclusive”.

vice versa. For example, Gao Ming’s detective novels will make readers illusion that they are the big detectives in the book. Detective novels with reasoning and no emotions will only make the reader feel terrible and lack a sense of substitution.

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