Looking up at the sky

I always like to raise my head, look up to the crystal clear sky, the blue sky that is stacked by the air and the cloud like smoke, like cotton candy, I used to imagine that I am the sky.

I am not helpless. I can't overlook this colorful world. I don't have beautiful blue. I can't touch the floating marshmallow. I can't give people a good sunset.

One day, I chatted with the sky: "The sky, I envy you can look down on the whole world, have such a beautiful skin color, and play with the clouds."

"Well, is it? But I am scared, the clouds have long been numb, they are no longer coming to me to play, repeating the same work day after day. I became lonely, began to fear high, without their companionship, I changed I am so overwhelmed. But I envy you." The sky looked helpless.

"Envy me? Why?"

"Your life is not monotonous. From the beginning of bacteria and algae, you are slowly becoming more and more lively. From Taikoo to Permian, you are colorful, from the Triassic to the present, you are lively and active. Four billion years In the past, your changes have been great, but I am still the same, as always, lonely..."

It turns out that I am already very happy. What else do I expect?

I comforted: "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you from now on!"

"Thank you, the earth!"

Look up, that sky. It used to be my dream, now I wake up, my name is the earth!

First day: Jiang Tingyin