Angela R Billips
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Reading is the best learning
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There are three little mice
There are three little mice, they are Mouse Boss, Mouse Two, and Mouse Little. They live in a small building, the mouse boss, lives on the bottom, the mouse two live on the second floor, and the mouse little lives on the third floor. One day, Mouse Little opened the window, and a cloud floated in, ah, this cloud is very white, very soft, very loose. Mouse Little held the white cloud to the second floor, Mouse Two said, "I think we can use it to make a pillow, it must be very fluffy." Mouse Little and Mouse Two went to the first floor again, Mouse Boss said, "I think we can use it to make cotton clothes, it must be very warm." Mouse Little said, "I think it's better to make it into cotton candy." Mouse Boss and Mouse Two said, "Yes, that's a good idea." The three mice began to make clouds of marshmallows, they first added some fruit to the clouds, then add some milk, and then add some sweet leaves, and carried them to the sun, the fragrance began to waft away. Smell the fragrance, the animals are coming, we are so greedy, three mice to the cloud marshmallows to everyone, this one, that one also one, we eat really happy. At the end of the day, there was only a little bit of cloud marshmallow left. Three little mice you lick a bite, I lick a bite, lick very happy. The next day, we all wait for the clouds to fly into the little mouse window again, they want to make more cloud marshmallows. One day, the little flower cat and the little rooster went to the zoo together to play. On the way, they met a peacock. Looking at the peacock's proud look, they were very unconvinced. So the three of them went to the river together to compete in the beauty contest. The little cat looked at the river and said proudly, "Look, I have beautiful spots and a beard, can you compare it with me?" The peacock twitched its tail and said, "Don't be proud of yourself, little flower cat! Look how much my feathers look like the colorful haze in the sky! Think about it, you don't even have a single feather, can you compare it with me?" The little rooster flapped his wings and said, "Oh, don't argue. After all, I am the most beautiful. I am beautiful because I am red, yellow and purple. None of you can surpass me." At that moment, a black shadow swooped down on them. The peacock flew up in fright and crashed into a branch, losing several of its beautiful feathers; the rooster flapped its wings and ran up fast, crashing into a rock; the cat rushed into a hole and curled up in a ball. A crisp laugh came, they timidly looked over, it turned out to be a small bird that scare them. The bird said in a shrill voice: "Cowards! Cowards! You are all cowards! What's the point of comparing beauty?" When they heard the bird's words, they all hung their heads in embarrassment and went away. The sun god gave a letter to the butterfly and told it, "Make sure you give it to Miss Spring with your own hands!" But with so many flowers, which one is the letterbox of Miss Spring? The butterfly nodded her head, and she wanted to hand it to Miss Spring. What is written in the letter? Yes, such a beautiful letter must have the most beautiful things written on it. Look, a large group of children also came, they want to see what is written in the letter. The butterfly flew and flew, with beads of sweat on its face. The butterfly also wants to see the letter. It was not written to her, no one was allowed to read it. She knocked on the door of one flower after another. Sister Rose said, "Sister Butterfly, take a break." The butterfly shook her head and said, "Sister Rose, thank you, Miss Spring is in a hurry." Aunt Dandelion said, "Child, take a sip of water." The butterfly waved her hand and said, "Thank you, Aunt, the spring girl is in a hurry." Later, all the flowers knew the news and they were all anxious about the butterfly. They all talked together and agreed to help the butterfly find Miss Spring. The flowers all opened their little mouths, lit up their voices, and shouted together, "Where are you, Miss Spring?" A frog was living in the grass next to the creek and a scorpion living in a small hole by the root of a small tree. Although the frog and the scorpion were neighbors, they never interacted with each other. Because the frog is afraid of the poisonous hook on the scorpion's tail, and the scorpion is afraid of the frog's long tongue that will catch small insects to eat. One day there was heavy rain, rain from the mountain to the creek, and the creek soon became a small river. The scorpion's cave was about to be flooded. The scorpion decided to move to the mountain, he could not swim, no way out of the hole, so asked the frog for help. "Brother Frog, the water is going to flood into my house, carry me to the mountain!" The frog said: "I dare not carry you, you sting me while the opportunity to do?" The scorpion also said, "In fact, I am also afraid that you use a long tongue to roll me into your stomach!" The scorpion thought about it and said, "Let's do this, you find a small branch, I hold on to the branch, and you push the branch across the river." Frog thinks this approach can be, and find a dead branch. Swim to the middle of the river, a mosquito flew over, and the frog hurriedly stretched out his long tongue to catch. The scorpion saw it and thought the frog was going to eat it secretly and quickly revealed its poisonous hook. The frog saw the big poisonous hook flung over, scared "flutter" and hurried to the water. As a result, the twig was knocked over, and the scorpion fell into the water, the scorpion shouted for help. The frog was angry and said, "Why did you sting me with a poisonous hook?" The scorpion said, "I thought you rolled me with your long tongue." "Hey, it's a misunderstanding!" So the frog rescued the scorpion from the water and carried it across the river. One evening, the squirrel came to the house of the white rabbit and said anxiously, "What should we do? My sister and I were playing hide-and-seek in the forest, and I haven't found her since this morning!" When the White Rabbit heard this, he also said anxiously, "If we can't find Squirrel Sister again, the Big Bad Wolf will take her away!" The little squirrel cried when he heard that. After thinking about it, the white rabbit said, "Don't cry, let's hurry to find Squirrel Sister!" In a short time, they ran to the forest. The white rabbit found some footprints on the wet path and said to the squirrel, "Look, these footprints must be the squirrel's sisters! If we follow the footprints, we can find her!" They followed the footprints forward until they came to an apple tree and the footprints disappeared. The white rabbit looked up and immediately said happily, "Look! The squirrel sister is asleep in the magpie's nest!" The little squirrel immediately climbed up the tree and woke up the squirrel's sister. The squirrel's sister rubbed her eyes and said, "Brother, I won! You didn't find me until now." The white rabbit said to Sister Squirrel, "In the forest, you can't fall asleep! If we can't find you again, we will have to go to the big wolf's stomach to find you." The squirrel's sister blinked her two little eyes and nodded desperately.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
I wish for this life, hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son
The first time in your life, a relationship with the purpose of marriage. No longer because of capriciousness and refusal to bow down, no longer because of stubbornness and lightly said breakup. The last time you believe in it, keep going, you can go to the white head. The fact is that you will be able to get a lot more than just a couple of days to get a lot more than just a couple of days. I hope that this life, holding the hand of the son, with the son to grow old!
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
Feelings can not withstand the bland, friendship can not withstand the storm
Feelings can not withstand the blandness, friendship can not withstand the storm, the heart is quiet, to hear their own heart, and the heart is clear, to see the nature of all things. If the heart does not move, the wind will not help. If you are not hurt, the years are not hurt. The person who cares about you will care about your feelings and will not make you feel bad; the person who does not care about you will not care about your sadness, and why should you give up? The fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things. If you love, please cherish, do not love, please let go, respect for others is also respect for themselves, each other well is a sunny day.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
My heart is simple, a ray of sunshine
There is a poem that says: "My heart is already free, the clear river is so tantalizing." People always like to pray to the heavens with folded hands, hoping for good things to come to the side. Even though they know that it is just a kind of comfort for themselves, it can make them face life with peace of mind.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
A dream in clear autumn, rain into a poem
The first rain in autumn fell gently, afraid to startle a pool of autumn water, dark coolness. The autumn rain is not like the summer rain to rush, autumn rain is more gentle, with the same eaves and drops of different seasons of rain.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
Wonderful animals
The animal world is so amazing! Please come with me to explore the magic of the animal world. There is a kind of ants living in the tropical rainforest, they can use their bodies on the ground to pile up a "mound" like a smoke window, the heat of the ant nest to discharge, and then absorb the heat of the sun, to ensure that the average temperature of the ant nest is about 30 degrees.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
A different kind of girl
I have seen many girls, most of them are happy to show their excellence in front of others, and more girls prefer to show, show what? The show is their beautiful appearance, they pretend to be a gentle character. And straightforward girls are somewhat scarce in comparison. Because beautiful, elegant, gentle, good study girl pleasing to people.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2022
The Adventure of the Little Ants
Hello everyone! I am a tiny ant. I am both a "little" and a "strong" ant. Although we have very little power as ants, and it takes two or more of us to lift a grain of rice, we work together to help each other. If we find a "big guy", we will call each other with our tentacles.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction