Text in "Starry Sky":

Looking up at the starry sky,

The world has become so big...

On my birthday last year, my grandpa gave me a baby elephant.

Sometimes, baby elephants become elephants.

Before I was six years old, I lived with my grandparents in a distant mountain, where the stars at night were so big and bright.

At that time, I really missed my father and mother who lived in the city.

Now, I miss my grandpa who lives in the mountains and my grandma in the sky.

I don’t know when it started, but the house became so quiet.

I often close the door and hide in my own world.

My mother is very busy at work and has many friends.

Last time she came back from a business trip abroad, she gave me a cute kitten.

Sometimes, kittens become big cats.

I love my mother, and my mother loves me, but she doesn’t understand me, and I don’t think I understand her either.

Although I have some friends,

I still feel an inexplicable loneliness.

I will inevitably encounter some troubles at school,

but I never talk about it.

I pretend to be cool on the outside, but I’m actually very fragile on the inside.

Sometimes I can’t figure out why I become so awkward.

Dad is always talking on the phone, and every call he makes seems important.

Anyway, I don’t have anything to say to him, and he probably doesn’t know what to say to me.

Sometimes they are fine,

Sometimes they argue fiercely, and sometimes they don’t even speak.

I often peek into other people's homes,

to see what others are doing.

A few days ago, a new tenant moved into the old woman’s house.

That’s good, she won’t be too busy watching TV all day in the future.

Grandpa lives alone in the mountains.

He must be bored often.

Fortunately, my grandfather likes to draw pictures.

He often said that the stars in the mountains are as beautiful as the starry sky painted by Van Gogh.

After autumn, grandpa fell ill. He called me in the hospital and said he kept coughing all night.

I really want to accompany him, but he also wants me to study hard.

On Christmas Eve, the harsh phone calls woke everyone up from their dreams.

I really hope this is a nightmare.

I did not go to my grandfather’s funeral.

I don’t like to cry in front of others. Grandpa will be sad when he sees me crying.

I want to be alone and say goodbye to my grandfather in my own way.

One cold night, I woke up from my dream and heard someone singing.

I saw a strange boy lying on the roof of my wife’s house, singing softly to the heavy snow in the sky.

His happy and comfortable appearance seemed to come from another planet.

At the beginning of the semester, a new classmate was transferred to the class.

When he introduced himself, he only said his name,

and refused to say another word.

He is very silent and never takes the initiative to say hello to others.

My classmates think he is a weirdo, but I think it's okay.

I myself don’t like to talk sometimes.

It has been a long time since school started, but he still keeps to himself.

Some students in the next class don’t like him.

I often see him sitting in the corner of the bookstore reading quietly,

completely ignoring the world around him.

I don’t know why, but I always meet him here and there.

He seems just as withdrawn as I am.

But I am luckier than him because I can do magic.

Every time it rains, he doesn’t bring an umbrella. Seeing him running alone in the heavy rain,

I don’t know why, but I feel a little envious.

He always refuses help from others.

It seems that you can only feel comfortable when you are away from the crowd.

He is like a plant planted in a maze, never caring where the exit of the maze is.

But I am like a bird in a cage, eager to fly to the vast sky.

One day, I met a group of classmates bullying him in a dark alley.

I hate this kind of injustice the most.

Although we were both injured, I think no one will dare to bully him again.

After school, we went to the hospital to change dressings.

He told me that his father was a sailor and was away from home for many years.

He had not seen him for a long time.

His mother has two jobs and works day and night.

When he is in a bad mood,

likes to talk to the fish.

He named every fish in the corner aquarium shop.

They were all his friends.

During holidays, he often runs to the mountains.

He is a master of wilderness survival and can spend several days alone in the mountains.

His window is lit all night long,

Sometimes it is like a lighthouse on the sea in the dark night, and sometimes it is like a star falling into the world.

The students began to point fingers behind our backs,

but we didn’t care at all.

The pressure of schoolwork often makes us want to escape, but we don’t know where to escape.

His grades are far behind others.

I tried my best to tutor him, but it was of no use.

Looking at him staying up late every day,

I really don’t know where he has read all the books.

We often wander around with nothing to do, and it feels good to have company.

I gradually understood why he likes to get wet in the rain.

It makes people feel welcome to nature and free from bondage at the same time.

On weekends, we often take the train to the seaside port.

He always holds the telescope tightly and looks intently at the distant ships.

He said that he moved around a lot and never knew where his real home was.

If you could be as free as a fish, there would be no need to worry.

The fireworks outside the window are so lively,

but the room is deserted.

One day, his beloved picture book suddenly disappeared.

After dark, we found it on the big tree in the corner of the campus.

The stars are becoming increasingly invisible in the city sky.

A group of people making trouble in the street broke the fish tank last night.

We found out that it was too late.

He was squatting on the street, pale and crying sadly.

What happened between the two of them,

I really don’t want to hear about it anymore.

Let’s go! We leave the city.

Grandpa seems to have just gone out for a walk and will be back soon.

This window can see the most brilliant sunset.

The happiest laughter can be heard in this kitchen.

If there were only two of us left in the world,

would you be afraid?

In the past, my grandfather often held my hand and walked slowly through the quiet forest.

There is a beautiful small lake at the end of the forest, and Ye will row the boat to the center of the lake, and then we will lie quietly in the boat and sway with the waves.

When the thick fog dissipates, you can see the most beautiful starry sky.

After returning home, I fell seriously ill.

During those groggy days,

I kept dreaming of a whale swimming slowly out of the sea.

After I went to school, I learned that he had transferred to another school.

The old lady said:

"His father's ship is docked at the southern port, and this time it seems that he will finally pick them up together."

She said to I smiled mysteriously and insisted that I see his room.

It turns out that he is the real magician.

On a spring morning, I don’t know who sent a puppy,

barking at the door.

This time, the puppy did not become a big dog.

Later, I never saw him again,

but I will always remember the most brilliant and lonely starry sky that summer.

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I don’t know when it started, but the house became so quiet and quiet.

I often close the door and hide in my own world.

I love my mother, and my mother loves me, but she doesn’t understand me, and I don’t think I understand her either.

His window is lit all night long,

Sometimes it is like a lighthouse on the sea in the dark night, and sometimes it is like a star falling into the world.