short story
mountain climbing
I woke up early in the morning and was freezing cold, so I shivered and covered the blanket tightly, then looked out the window. The autumn rain is still falling, hitting the security net on the clattering, and do not care to sleep, dressed, pulling up the sleeping mother, they drove to the foot of a mountain. As for what this mountain is called, I am not quite sure, I only know that my grandmother lives in this mountain.
By Deer Gaviria4 years ago in Earth
The magical plane
The moon is both great, sad, and warm. Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, once wrote an immortal poem, "The present man does not know the ancient moon, the present moon used to shine on the ancient man. The ancient and the modern are like flowing water, looking at the bright moon together." Just as Li Bai said, both present and ancient people have developed a unique affection for the moon. Here is the first-grade essay on the moon, welcome to read it!
By Joseph Sumner4 years ago in Earth







