Viewing clouds

Viewing clouds

Mountain City Chongqing is known as the “Fog Capital”. The sky is gray and there are few white clouds against the blue sky, but the clouds we saw when we traveled in Zhongdian, Yunnan, are not like this.

That day, our family went to Zhongdian to travel. On the plane, I curiously put my head to the window. When I saw it, I couldn’t help but yell: "Wow! It’s so beautiful!" I saw the portholes, the clouds stacked one after another, like a continuous The peaks of the mountains, some of which are high, some are low, some are steep, some are gentle... except for the different colors, these "yunfeng" are almost exactly the same as the true mountain. After a while, the mountain has disappeared and turned into a small person. It seems that it is waving to us and welcomes us. After a while, the sun came out and shined on the clouds. I suddenly felt enveloped in a beautiful scenery - in time, all the clouds seemed to be wearing golden clothes, and they became radiant and made a golden glow. The clouds seem to make the sun a golden rim and become beautiful. I am like a fairy in the smoky Heavenly Palace. All of this is like a dream in front of my eyes.

When I got off the plane, I was still trying to see the clouds in Zhongdian.

At this time, the sky is blue, like a huge sapphire, the cloud seems to be sapphire, the cloud seems to have been washed by someone, white who washed it, white without any stains. These clouds change shape from time to time, as if they are showing you that he is the "incarnation" of everything. It is like a horse grazing. Later, a whole wind blows, the horse becomes a rabbit, no After a while, the rabbit was gone into the cloud and disappeared. A hunter appeared. I thought: The hunter is probably looking for the little rabbit. Later, the cloud became a deer, plane and farmer. The cloud is like a magician. If you want to change anything, it will change. It is no wonder that the poet will come to say cloud: "Thousands of thousands of images are still empty, and thousands of Tibetan mountains are heavier."

Cloud, this ever-changing elf, I like it!

Today, I am alone at home, sitting on the balcony and looking at the clouds in the sky. When my mother came home, I saw me on the balcony and asked me what I was doing. I said, "I am watching the clouds. You can see that they are constantly moving, and they can change into a variety of shapes!" Mom let I wrote down what I saw.

I saw some clouds stretching into the distance like a winding road. Some clouds are piled high like a mountain. Some clouds are like crumpled maps, and others are like sheep and dogs. Cattle and other animals of all sizes, big and small... I can’t see it.

The scenery of this sky is amazing!