A network fax about children's literature

The story of children's picture books in recent years (well, how to say it. There is something in the first picture when the lid is opened ~).

Water is a melancholy child with pale face and slender fingers. She can't go to school with peace of mind like other 14-year-old girls, so her parents sent her to her grandmother's house in the country-a village at the foot of the mountain with her back to the forest. Grandma's yard is full of tender grass, lush and strong, with an unreal blue color. Grandma said it was called luna grass. Flowers will bloom on a moonlit night. So the water sat under the autumn moon, wearing a pure white cotton skirt like white fog. Water's hair has just been washed, hanging smoothly to her shoulders, without shoes, curled up on the canvas couch and quietly looked at the flowers of the evening primrose growing all over the yard. It is a blue flower with small petals. The deep blue seems to be hidden in the depths of the petals, which is the mark of a meteor. The water smiled, and she felt as calm as sinking under the water. Maybe you can't understand the sadness of a fourteen-year-old girl. At the age of flower, my heart collapsed into a broken wall. I can only watch the lonely sunset by the window, but I can't hear anyone's voice. However, the luna grass blooms and the water can hear it. Nothing arouses people's inner reverence like the starry sky in autumn. Just as Babel was swallowed up by the wrath of God, when people are so far away from God, there are countless souls breathing in the huge aura in the sky, and those bright stars are the hometown you have been missing. Ah Shui just looked at it and felt really lonely. Grandma has fallen asleep, and the water is quietly flowing out of the yard. The village is small, and the criss-crossing paths carefully wipe her bare feet with the gentleness of pebbles and sand. Behind the village is a dense forest, which is also covered with luna grass, reflecting the starlight and moonlight, more like the light from the forest. The strange light and shadow were full of expectation and confusion. Shui listened carefully, trying to capture some subtle sounds, as if they would take away her sadness. Water dives into the jungle curiously like a small animal. Suddenly, the water saw a slender shadow and floated past. There is a blue beard in the middle of the forest, shaped like a tear. The lake is so quiet, and the pale blue mist is like the pollen of evening primrose, without any stubbornness. Take a leisurely walk by this lake, as if you were born here and never left. He likes to walk by the lake when there is a moon in autumn, and his mouth is not as excited as boys in this grade should be. Of course, even the oldest monster in the forest doesn't know when laziness appeared, although he looks like a teenager. The first ray of sunshine in the morning was born from the stone in the middle of the lake. When night came, it turned into black sand and returned to the cracks in the stone. The bottom of the lake is full of smooth pebbles covered with dark lines of lake blue. There is a lead-blue butterfly fish that blooms like a flower. They jumped together in groups and jumped out of the water for a long time, gathering in the shape of a pair of huge blue wings. The butterfly fish's previous life was pebbles at the bottom of the lake. It takes a thousand years for a pebble to reincarnate into a butterfly fish. These stagnant souls must be eager to fly millions of times-yes, this is a magical forest. Everything is in constant cycle. A stone reincarnated into a flower, a flower reincarnated into a demon, a demon reincarnated into a grain of sand, and a grain of sand reincarnated into a ray of sunshine. The blue-haired water demon lives in the stone in the middle of the lake, carrying sand that will turn into sunlight. He is too old to play the nine-string clavichord and sing under the moon. His eyes have witnessed too many disasters. He smiled and told the lazy man that God cares for you in this way, giving you the spirit of eternal life, staying in youth forever and not seeing troubles. The price of all this is your destiny, which is called loneliness.

Lazy smile, birth and death are like leaves falling from the top of your head, which is irregular. Keep looking and see the petals withering with time. Lonely? This is a lake deep in the forest! Luna grass with blue flowers. Lazy stroll in a large green forest. In the autumn moonlight, the forest is divided into many layers. The deepest color is the eyes on the trunk of the native tree, and the shallowest is the leaves on the top of the tree that are illuminated. Their bodies are warm brown, and the color slowly flows from one leaf to another. When you are tired of walking, stop and lean against a tree casually. A wave suddenly surged in my lazy heart. Slightly, when I turned around, I looked at him under the opposite tree. A girl. "ah! Don't touch me! " Shout lazily. Water knows that there are miracles in the forest, although everyone says that she is a depressed child living in fantasy. But now, the water is staring at the vague shadow in the night sky, and the moonlight is scattered all over the floor, just like the man's light hair, vaguely cool. "ah! Don't touch me! " He shouted. Water smiled. The sound is the grain on the blue printed cotton cloth. Lazy voices floated from countless lines. At that moment, how did the water look lazy? I don't know. I am lazy to look at the child's misty expression-it is not a smile, just like the light blue water vapor on the lake. I am lazy to think about the wings of butterfly fish and the smell of evening primrose. He told all this to the water. He saw the light on her face as gentle as fireworks and suddenly flashed by. At that moment, there were no mountains and rivers and no Gao Yueming. Laziness is quiet and silent, with slender eyebrows and shoulder blades hidden in baggy white clothes. He put his hands on his knees, curled up under the tree and slid down his shoulders a little, smelling lazy. The water only peeks at his idleness, his soft long hair leaning against the rough branches, and how beautiful his eyes are-like the petals of an evening primrose. Sitting by the lake and watching repeatedly, the metempsychosis of butterfly fish, the twinkling lake, the game between sunshine and beach, no one feels strange, water and laziness are together, and everything you see is so beautiful. Water and laziness look at the ant nest in the moonlight at night. The ants there are very busy. The water caught one and put it in your palm. If you are lazy, you can watch it with water. Ants crawl slowly, but ants crawl fast. Water and lazy smile are like two children who play house on weekdays. Those slight pleasures always give you a just right subtle sweetness, and the quiet power that soothes them secretly attracts them. The leaves are singing, and the moonlight through the leaves is jumping happily. Flash into your eyes from time to time, as vivid and sudden as fate and love, so that everyone can listen carefully. Only the leaves will know the secret. One day, an idle man was walking on a treetop with water. There was a narrow road in the air, but the water suddenly fell from the tree, and the idle man attracted a gust of wind to catch her, turning and turning-the center of the world was full, the surroundings were empty, and the autumn was filled with endless fragrance-and stopped. Water's eyebrows are a little red. He wants to hug her affectionately, but quietly closes his hand-the old demon warned him that his body could not be touched by a human, otherwise, he would disappear. Water knows and doesn't dislike it.

"There are many bends in this road, but you can't see them." Lazy said. "What shall we do?" "-If you hold my hand, you won't fall." Lazy to say. "Ah-"lazy to pull out a bunch of cordate telosma, holding the grass roots, gave the flowering part to the water. The water is well maintained. In this way, in the neglected forest, the two children deeply knew each other's existence and approached each other in a place where they could not see clearly. A goblin and a child both feel that they are the happiest in the world. Time is the cycle of withered petals. The wind blew away. Laziness can only see petals, but water knows time. Long time no see. The sun and the moon are dizzy alternately, but when Shui was fourteen years old, it really didn't matter where the time went. Water's face gradually turned rosy and began to smile like all fresh girls. Grandma looked at it with her eyes for many years, but she could see her beloved baby smiling, so she opened her mouth with missing teeth, which was so kind. Mom also came, happily saying that the water can go back, go back to live a normal life, go to school and fall in love, and be as happy as a beautiful princess. The water stopped laughing. "Don't be sad," said the lazy. "Let's ride to the clouds." Lazy clapping turned into a horse, a white horse with a noisy nose, tall and strong. The water was so happy that the horse immediately turned into smoke when a whip was hit. The water cried. Standing in the treetops, looking at the distance that can no longer be close. A hair through it is the end of the world. Light blue water drips into deep dust, and lazy to pick an evening primrose and cover it on the lips of water. Then, I kissed the petals-suddenly the floating shadows of flowers gathered, the blue sky and cotton candy-like clouds disappeared in the dark background, and the night was enchanting, invisible but infinite. From here to there, large pieces of color bloom in the midnight light and shadow. The stars in the sky-all the backgrounds are gone, from that moment to the end, to the end-always wonder what the ending will be? The water was leaving, and the lazy man chased him out of the station. Seeing the water crying finally turned into a spot behind the window and disappeared? Or continue to look at each other almost dull and boring forever, whispering through the trees? Or when I grow up, my eyes will never see his pale hair again, and I will say goodbye with a smile like a woman wearing a short skirt and lipstick, and she will look at his cordate telosma under the lake lazily, and the blue-haired water demon will tell him that the name of fate is loneliness? I looked at the clouds through the gap in the forest. I just want to ask, what is eternity for an immortal soul? Water's mother came to take water home again. On a moonlit night, Shui's mother didn't fall asleep. The water that walks quietly can't escape from my mother's sight. Her mother followed the water to the treetops-what color are life and love? I was at a loss, just like being hit in the ribs. I only heard his and her voices rustling again-Mother Shui couldn't see those turns in mid-air, and the emergency made me too lazy to say a spell and attracted a gust of wind, so I was too lazy to hold my mother-

Lazy and beautiful eyes looked at their charming and disappearing hands, and the blurred water-blue fog was so enchanting and confusing.

Lazy looking at it suddenly smiled and said to the water, "water, come and hug me!" " "

My life, my life, forever-