On this day, the weather was hot and there were many animals in the Nuer Forest. The elephant Horton was playing in the water. A speck of dust drifted past Horton's ear. Horton heard a strange sound and seemed to be calling for help. He thought , there must be someone on that little dust, maybe even a family, most likely mom and dad, with a newborn child...
When my daughter sees this, she will stretch her fingers and pretend to be surprised, "Ah ah ah... ...", as if she was that grain of dust. Horton said that there was someone calling for help in the dust, and the head kangaroo mother in the forest thought it was cold humor, just like Newton holding an apple in a daze is also cold humor, Watt looking at the whirring kettle is still cold humor, Adam Smith said there is invisible His hands were shaking even more. Hehe, the little kangaroo in the nursery bag is fascinated by hearing it... A
cannonball, boom, many young women become widows, pitiful and uncertain riverside bones, like an elephant roaring, the dust will shake a lot. Unexpectedly, there is a nameless town under the clouds in the dust. The residents of the town are carefree, similar to the fairy tale. They have lived happily ever after, never realizing that their world is on alfalfa. A speck of dust, the elephant's ears rolled up, and the sky in Wuming Town turned dark. Feng Yuxiang sighed: "Darkness, without the lantern, I can't find the way."
As soon as the elephant was excited, the Mayor of Wuming suspected that there was something wrong with the town, such as earthquakes, tornadoes, ice and snow disasters... The mayor suggested to the town committee to postpone the town's centennial celebration. The chairman of the town committee immediately flipped the switch, a glass cover The meeting site was covered, all news and arguments were escorted by the flowering season, and people were in a harmonious society. Later, the mayor's opinion was denied, and a machine forced the mayor to make a smiling face, which means that the negotiation ended successfully in a friendly atmosphere. Then there is the preparation for the celebration as always, the kite games as always, the earthquake and the tornado, all of which are actually unimportant, unless it is related to the leader's braised pork.
Lin Biao was also as thin and weak as ever. Although he had eaten the millions of Kuomintang troops, the mother kangaroo was full of sadness and haggard. He found Mr. Vulture, who was thinner. Take it, mother's, kill him, kacha kacha... The long tug-of-war begins, in the sky and the ground, you chase me to escape, the town is windy, the wind and rain are shaking, when the morning sun rises, the dusty alfalfa falls off. Into the sea of pink flowers, into the vast ocean of people's war.
Is the war over, or has it just begun? Horton finally found it among the three million flowers, as well as the promise to the anonymous mayor and the 100% credit that belongs to the elephant. At one end of the forest, the mother kangaroo said affectionately: Once upon a time, people were like people and insects were like insects, and the culprit was Holden. Animals of the Forest: Horton wouldn't have the heart to hurt a fly. The mother kangaroo said: "He's an authority when he preaches to his children about the world outside the bush, which creates unrest and protects the children." I would do anything for my freedom, said the kangaroo mother. The masses who understood the truth finally woke up, and the Nur Forest was at its most dangerous time, and every animal made its final roar. At this moment, Socrates drank poison and died, Jesus was nailed to the cross, and Horton didn't have time to run away. The elephant was locked in a cage, alfalfa hung high above the oil pan, and the deafening voice of an unnamed town: We are here
! In the hands of the little kangaroo, the little guy said, I heard it. Lu Xun said, save the child, a child in Denmark said that the emperor had no clothes on.
The thousands of soldiers in the Huaihai Campaign, the row upon row of buildings in small county towns, the strutting deputies of the National People's Congress, the wine jars in Luzhou Laojiao, the rows of computer desks in Furniture City, the teachers and students in the flag-raising ceremony of Luxian No. People and things are huge in number, neatly arranged, and indistinguishable, like specks of dust in the air.
Dust is in the hands of elephants as children are in yours and mine. But one day, I asked the students, is the moonlight beautiful in the lotus pond? Mei, answered in unison, a man who said he didn't want to be an emperor, was finally surrounded by Long Live.
All the efforts of the town people are actually to prove their existence. All our efforts are just to return to childhood. I groaned on the battlefield, I cried under the rubble, just for you to write down my name, there was a man who once died.
My name is my daughter, Cici, and she said, I`m here!
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