Cloud House, Son of the Mountain (1)

There is such a place in the southwest of China. It is the hometown of the clouds, the place where the mountains live. The people of the mountains feel the breath of the mountains, the sunrise and the sunset. This is Yunnan.

The rain was falling down again. It was seven o'clock in the evening. The lights outside the window were softly sprinkled on the dewdrops attached to the form. It was like a star in the sky, and it seemed to be full of windows. The diamonds, sparkling, dazzling, ingested a day of waiting for fatigue.

The train was originally opened at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. It can be favored by God. It rains all day, let the train go late, and gives us a free half-day train station. So I am aimless in the waiting room. This half day. But waiting can also make people feel happy, the kind of happiness that I finally waited for, I think you have experienced it and experienced it for yourself. I don't have to say it, you can also know this happiness.

The night gradually shrouded the earth, looking out, dark, black forest, dark forest, giving a feeling of unclear, like what is hidden in this darkness, exciting, want to go To find out, but afraid that the night also hides sin.

Turned off the lights, the train is also dark, I am lying in bed, nothing to do, open the curtains, the ground is still black, can look up, see the stars of the night hanging between the Tianhe, like a dream fireworks, a curved half moon painted Into the black curtain, exudes a slightly orange light, and looks down peacefully at the objects of all things in the night, like a kind old man, with some white clouds in the distance. Stars, crescent moons, and white clouds echo each other, complement each other, and interpret their legends in the dark. I am like walking into a fairyland and dancing in the black night sky.

The third day: a dream of a thousand years