Autumn Story Autumn Girl
Autumn Story Autumn Girl, a lot of small children like to listen to stories when they are small, in which the story of the autumn girl is a lot of children like to listen to this story, because this story is very interesting, the following I share the story of the fall autumn girl, come to learn about it.
Autumn Story Autumn Girl 1
In our country, the year is divided into four seasons, which are spring, summer, autumn and winter. Now belongs to the fall, this season is in charge of the autumn girl.
The autumn girl is very beautiful. Wearing a garland of colorful leaves, wearing a golden yellow dress, carrying a flower basket full of flowers, carrying a basket on her back, full of fruits and grains to ripen in the fall. She was running and jumping around happily, her face a healthy red color, interspersed with the sweat of her labors. Behind her was a giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling, giggling doll of the fall.
Autumn girl is very busy, the first thing she has to do is to shorten the day and lengthen the night, this work needs to be done by her together with the Sun Gong. Then she carried a back basket, sat on the flower basket, with the autumn wind doll, began to run around. Running, running, running into the cornfield. She took out a corn from her basket and threw it down, and all the corn turned golden yellow, and was blown out sweetly by the Autumn Wind Doll.
Run, run, run to the cotton field. Threw a basket of cotton, all the cotton became snow-white snow-white, swaying with the autumn wind doll.
Run, run, run to the apple orchard. She gently threw out a basket of apples, all the apples are hanging red smile.
Run, run, run to the hillside. Threw the wild chrysanthemums from the basket of flowers, and the hills were filled with wild chrysanthemums, dotted with stars.
Ran and ran and ran to the maple forest. Maple leaves all turned red, red is also full of mountains. Run, run, run to the ginkgo tree. Autumn wind doll blew and blew and blew, blew yellow ginkgo leaves, and blew them off the tree piece by piece. Watching them dance like butterflies, the autumn wind doll giggled and laughed.
Running, running, running to the home of the little swallows, to say goodbye to the little swallows. Because the little swallows need to fly to the very warm south, to escape the coming cold.
Run, run, run to the little hedgehog's house, and eat with it. The little hedgehog needs to eat in the fall . It is full and ready to sleep in the winter.
Run, run, run ...... kept running around.
Autumn wind chime fairy tale
My precious glass wind chime, in the autumn wind, "ding zero ding zero" ringing.
When I close my eyes,
it reminds me of the twinkling of the stars.
The stars came twinkling down from the sky, one after the other,
as if they were tiny silver petals. ......
Soon the sound became the laughter of a young girl, the crisp giggle of a glass ball cracking - -
The sound of a girl's voice, the giggle of a young girl's voice, the giggle of a young girl's voice. -
The wind chimes in your house are so noisy that they keep people awake at night.
We've been sleep-deprived for a long time.
Put up with it all summer. But can you please put it in earlier?
One day, such a postcard, dropped into my room. It was written in fine letters in blue ink, without the name of the sender.
I was astonished.
(Wind chimes too noisy?).
That never occurred to me. That the sound of the chime in the eaves of the house, which, instead of being pleasant to my ears every day, I could not get through a day without, was too noisy. Say someone can't sleep because they mind the sound of it ......
(Who, exactly?).
For a moment, I held my breath, pricked up my ears, and recalled the faces of nearby neighbors with my whole being.
I lived on the first floor of an old apartment called Maple Villa. It was a poor painter who was alone. You would laugh at me if I were to say that the only joy I have without a stereo or a television is this glass wind chime. But that's neither a lie nor an exaggeration. It is the thing of my precious memories.
As long as I hang it by the window, I feel happy, and I can calm my mind and concentrate on drawing. And, maybe it's a spiritual thing, but since I started hanging it under the eaves this early summer, I've suddenly been able to paint beautifully, and I'm starting to get a little bit of recognition from the community. So all told, it's a wind chime that brings good omens yet! What wants me to take it in ...... I was resentful and just stared at the postcard for a while.
"Oh... it's next door, isn't it?"
I thought. The fine, nervous writing reminded me of the pale woman in the next room. In that case, she had an unpleasant look on her face when we bumped into each other in the corridor yesterday!
(That's right, maybe because Wind Chime's been angry?).
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret welling up in me. However, in the next instant, I remembered something else and raised my face violently.
(But the sound of the piano next door, that's too that! Up early in the morning, banging on the same tune. It's ridiculous to talk about someone else's wind chimes when you can't keep your hands to yourself!)
I slowly reread the postcard again. Then my eyes fell on the paragraph "We have been sleep-deprived for a long time". The subject is plural.
"In that case, it's not next door! Next door is alone."
I suddenly became creeped out. It was as if a group of strangers, holding each other's arms, were watching me with unblinking eyes. This group is looking at me right now, I guess, looking at me like this with a postcard in one hand, pondering whether I should take the wind chimes in or not ......
(Maybe across the room!)
I thought. The fat lady in the apartment across the street. The one who often laughs in a shrill voice - but if it was that lady, she wouldn't have written such a postcard at all, and if she had a problem with it, she'd just protest loudly.
(In that case, could it be the second floor? Either that, or it was the administrator, right? Who told the administrator to write such a postcard? ......)
Thinking like this, I was exhausted. And, gradually a bellyful of fire.
"If you have a problem with it, just write your name on it and send it! There's no need to write such a cowardly postcard!"
I gazed at the wind chime.
I stared at the wind chimes, my precious glass wind chimes, ringing in the autumn wind.
When I close my eyes, it reminds me of the twinkling of the stars. The stars fell from the sky in twinkles, one after the other, as if they were tiny silver petals....... Soon the sound became a young girl's giggle, a crisp giggle as if a glass ball had been cracked --