In a small town in France, there lived a little boy named Pierre. He was extremely fond of folding paper airplanes. Every day, he would use colorful papers to fold all kinds of paper airplanes. One day, he folded what he thought was the most perfect paper airplane. The wings of this paper airplane were wide and long, and there was a small five - pointed star painted on the fuselage.
Pierre took this paper airplane to the town square. There were many people strolling leisurely in the square, and the sun shone on the ground, warm and cozy. Pierre held the paper airplane high above his head and threw it gently. The paper airplane flew out.
The paper airplane flew higher and higher, flying over the old clock tower in the town. Just then, the clock in the tower chimed, as if seeing the paper airplane off. Pierre excitedly chased the paper airplane in the square. His eyes were fixed on the paper airplane, for fear that it might suddenly fall. After flying over the clock tower, the paper airplane flew towards the forest on the edge of the town. The trees in the forest were lush and looked very mysterious.
The paper airplane dived into the forest. All the little animals in the forest were startled by this sudden intruder. A little squirrel was holding a pinecone and in a daze on the branch. When it saw the paper airplane, it curiously ran after it. The paper airplane shuttled among the trees, bypassing one tree after another. Pierre also ran into the forest, shouting for his paper airplane in the woods.
The paper airplane flew and flew, and came to a small lake in the forest. The lake water was crystal clear, like a mirror. The paper airplane skimmed gently over the lake surface, creating ripples one after another. The little squirrel stood on the stone by the lake, with its eyes wide open, looking at the reflection of the paper airplane. Pierre also ran to the lakeside out of breath. He wanted to catch the paper airplane, but the paper airplane flew up again and flew towards the deeper part of the forest.
Finally, the paper airplane stopped in front of a tree hole. The tree hole looked very deep, and moss grew all around it. The little squirrel was the first to run to the tree hole. It carefully poked its head into the tree hole. Pierre also arrived. He gently picked up the paper airplane, wondering if there were any magical creatures living in this tree hole. Just then, a little rabbit jumped out of the tree hole. Its ears were long and its eyes were red. When the little rabbit saw Pierre and his paper airplane, it was not afraid at all. Instead, it curiously circled around them.
Pierre had a wonderful day in the forest with his new friends. Finally, he happily returned to the town with his paper airplane. This paper airplane adventure made Pierre's imagination more abundant, and he began to look forward to the next wonderful journey.
