The cloud in my eyes

Looking up at the sky, beautiful white clouds fluttering in the air.

The cloud in the sky is a naughty child, and it is very varied. If you don't pay attention, it will become another cloud, so you can't find it. It is moving slowly, sometimes like a horse galloping forward; sometimes like a big tree swinging in the wind; sometimes like a rabbit picking mushrooms...

Look! The cloud closest to me, it is like a cheetah is catching prey; look again, the clouds in the distant sky, like a sailing ship.

The fire in the evening is more beautiful. How beautiful is the morning glow! Burning red sky, reddening the earth, reflecting the red fields and mountain villages, the whole earth has become red and golden...

Let’s take a look at the dark clouds before the rain. In the distant faint thunder, the dark clouds are coming, more and more, more and more thick, like the rain that falls on the earth, but the thick ink. Like a huge quilt, covering the vast land.

The ever-changing cloud, the beautiful cloud, I like you, I want to know more about your secrets.

Second grade: Romandy