Ask for a modern history of stars.

On summer nights, the weather is sultry and suffocating. I have to turn off the TV and go to the yard.

Enjoy the cool under the tree.

I looked up at the sky and saw countless stars embedded in the blue sky like gems.

This one and that one are just like naughty children blinking their sparkling eyes, so lovable.

Looking at the beautiful starry sky, I counted the stars, one, two and three. After counting for a long time, how can it be?

I can't count them. I just finished counting here, and I don't know when it will pop up there.

There are more and more stars in the night sky as the breeze blows gently. I think it may be the fairies in the heavenly palace weaving stars.

Stars. The stars twinkle in the sky.

Looking up at the sky, the stars are still there and the moonlight is like water. I think I will make the next night beautiful.

The starry sky is firmly imprinted in my mind.