The sky is still blue

A cloud drifts with the wind, no direction and no purpose.

The white pigeon resting on the roof with red tiles, saw the clouds from afar.

"Where are you going?"

"Where I don't go, I don't know where to go." The clouds slowly waited for the wind to send it to the side of the pigeon.

The dove looked at it strangely and said, "You don't think this kind of life is boring?"

“Why are you bored?” The cloud asked the white pigeon.

The pigeons turned their heads and said, "I am always traveling. I guess I am flying south. I hope I have not lost. I am too hasty and there is no plan."

The cloud is a bit puzzled. I don't quite understand how the pigeon's speech has anything to do with the conversation, but it doesn't say anything.

"I mean, I have a dream, I want to find a sky." The pigeons have a little pride in their tone.

The clouds nodded, still not talking, and there was some disdain in the silence.

Bai Ge sighed and continued: "You may not understand. For the cloud, which sky is almost blue, almost high, and far away, but I feel different. I want to find a sky I want."

The cloud said calmly: "The sky is the same. I don't know where I should float to the sky, but in my opinion, there is no difference in the heavens. As you said, it is almost the same."

"Because you think like this, you have no dreams." The white pigeon shook his head. "So your life is so boring."

“Is it boring?” Baiyun said to himself, like asking a pigeon, and asking himself.

The pigeon looked up and said briskly: "Well, I have been questioned countless times anyway. Sometimes I doubt myself, maybe I can't find my dream. The world is so big, I have to fly. When is the end? But I can't listen, I can't even listen to my own words."

"Stubborn." The cloud said indifferently.

"Oh, I understand! I just tried it." The white pigeon flew with the cloud. "I also thought a lot during the search. I was smug at first, I have believed and curious. Later I learned The long night, on the way to find, I know what is tired, what is afraid. Sometimes I want to give up, but I have already set off, and I can't get back to the starting point when I can't reach the end, so I am still looking for it."

The clouds seem to be a bit touched, recalling: "I also love this sky. Although I have been floating in the air, but I can't see my future, I dare not face the future, I don't know how I can move forward. So I am still so floating, I don't know where to go, but at least you have a dream. You are a bit silly, but you are brave than me."

The white pigeon, who had been smiling with a smile, suddenly cried, wiped the tears and said to the cloud: "In fact, I am not brave, I only have this dream."

"But now I think I am bored than you."

"Dream, whoever has it, you just didn't think about it for a while."

"I am afraid that I will never think of it forever."

"Will not."

"You said, will I have a dream?"

No reply.

Looking back, the white pigeon that chased the dream has disappeared into the vast sky.

......

I probably can't find a cloud of dreams, I have lost the courage to persist in my dreams, but one day I hope I can take off like a dove.

Ruian City, Wenzhou Rui'an Yuhai Experimental Middle School Fan Bridge Campus Jiu (5) Class Third: Lin Yiyun