The wind blew, the clouds drifted

Walk alone by the sea, under the clouds. In the middle of it, the wind blew over my cheeks, and the foamy waves patted my feet. The sound of the car on the side of the road, the sound of people, gradually disappeared in my ears. Gently lift your eyes, endless, is the wave, is the vastness of the sky and the clouds. This is like the most gentle and graceful performance that nature has given. Perhaps, eternal will also be here, at the moment, being interpreted. Perhaps, eternity is also here, at this moment, being interpreted. Perhaps, aestheticism can't explain everything about it. The wind blew a dreamy dream, and the waves hit the dream of cleanliness.

The stars are falling, leaving only the long shadows in the sky; the flowers are in full bloom, leaving only the beauty of the ground; the clouds are changing, leaving only the bright light in the sky; the waves hitting, only the sea is fleeting Static... Smell the slightly salty sea breeze, swaying the faint scent of the clouds. The wind is like a spinning dancer, forgetting to spin and jump on the beach. The bird becomes this dance, while the wind is blowing, while following the pace of the wind. Gently close the pale yellow pages and set aside. Shrinking his body and sipping the natural dance music. Quiet, so general. Like a dream, the clouds dissipate, and sporadic light spots jump to you. The light passes through the mottled leaves between the young leaves, making people feel warm, and even the heart is also sun-baked. The gaze and the light gaze for a while, through the light, only to find that there is still an audience - a few clouds. If you just said that the cloud is a big cotton candy. Then the current cloud may have succumbed to nature and has become a few sugar granules. The catkins dance with the clouds, the same soft and white, just the cloud with unattainable pride.

Night, as scheduled. The tip of the cloud was stunned by the setting sun with a slightly lavender golden light. The noise was finally calming down and the city went to sleep. The sea breeze picked up my hair, I didn't care, just let the hair shake the rhythm with the wind.

At the end of the performance, in fact, there is no big difference between the night and the day and the sea. The clouds are still white in the air, but the background color is different, and the sun turns into an airplane with a signal light. The waves are more unscathed than during the day. I hooked my lips and walked slowly toward the street.

The second day of the school of Tieyizhong, Beilin District, Xi'an, Shaanxi: An Yuying