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Little snail's dream _ 1000 words
In the forest, there is a snail. Whenever it rains, it climbs to a big stone and looks at the gray sky on its back. Its eyes are full of longing.

The rain stopped and the sun just smiled. The little snail quickly climbed back to his home in the tree hole. The little snail looked at the sunshine outside the tree hole, then at the wet tree hole, and remembered what the bird said. The bird once said to the snail, "The sun is shining brightly, emitting golden sunlight, which looks very beautiful in the sky.". A rainbow will appear under the blue sky after the rain, with seven colors! " "

The little snail looked at the sunshine outside the door and muttered, "If only I could fly in the sunshine!" " Hearing this, the hedgehog couldn't help sneering, "Do you want to fly under the blue sky, too?" Stop dreaming! You'd better be careful not to be crushed to death by other animals! "There are more thorns in these sentences than hedgehogs. The little snail was not repelled, but wanted to fly into the blue sky and prove that he could fly in the sky.

One day, a bird flew to the shade to play. The snail seized the opportunity and asked the bird, "The bird is dead! I request that after the next rainy day, you pick me up at the top of this tree and fly to the blue sky! " The bird advised, "Little snail, your family is most afraid of sunshine. Don't try to fly, you will die of sunburn!" " ""I'm not afraid, I beg you to take me to fly once! No matter how much it costs, I am willing! " The bird couldn't stand the snail's repeated requests and had to agree.

On this day, the weather changed suddenly, the wind blew hard and the rainstorm lasted for three days and three nights. These three days, the little snail climbed to the top of the tree day and night and finally climbed to the top of the tree. Three days later, the rain stopped and the bird reached the top of the tree as promised. Snail quickly shouted: "bird, bird, here I am!" " "Birds fly by, pick up snails and fly in the sky. At this time, before the sun came out, a cool breeze passed by the snail's ear. Snails listen to the wind, feel the feeling of flying, and have no worries. I finally flew. How beautiful it is to see the forest in the sky! The feeling of flying is great! The little snail thought.

A beam of golden light emerged from a gap in the clouds, getting thicker and bigger-the sun came out. Warmth and light are the sun's first gift to the earth.

The snail finally saw the blue sky and felt the warm sunshine. Snails feel very free and happy. After flying for a while, the little snail felt a little thirsty and dizzy. The bird asked him if he wanted to go to the river. The little snail just wanted to answer the word "good", but he saw a rainbow on the horizon and swallowed the word "good"

Birds fly to the rainbow, and snails see colors. Instead of reaching out to touch it, it touched the air. Birds continue to fly beside the rainbow, and snails look at the rainbow carefully.

After a while, the little snail was dizzy by the sun. The bird found something wrong and immediately threw the snail into the shallow water pit by the river. After a while, the snail woke up and climbed out of the puddle.

The hedgehog passed by and saw the little snail. He smiled and said, "Stupid snail! I wanted to fly in the sun, but I was so sunburned! You humble little animal, you don't deserve the noble sunshine! Want to fly in the sun, unless you die! "

The snail gasped and said, "Be like a hedgehog!" " You won't understand me. You never thought about flying, and you never thought about the life you wouldn't have. I could have been like you and didn't want to live a life I shouldn't have. But one night, the tree told me that the purpose of life is to pursue an extraordinary life. I thought about what Dashu said and found it reasonable. It is better to live a heroic, happy and noble life than to live a plain and humble life. "

The snail climbed to the top of the grass and said, "If I had to choose again, I would still make the same decision!" " "Say that finish, the snail died on the grass tip. The sunshine caresses the snail, as if praising its spirit of paying the price of life for the pursuit of the same ideal.