cloud

The clouds in the sky are varied and varied. If you don't pay attention, it will become another cloud, so you can't find it. It moves slowly, sometimes like a dragon, sometimes like A crocodile with a big mouth, sometimes like a luxury car you have never seen before...

Look! The cloud closest to me, it seems to be a beautiful angel, she is looking at me, as if inviting me to be a guest; look again, the distant clouds in the sky, but in different shapes, each has Different from the usual characteristics, the clouds in the sky are very light, just like all the clouds are gathered there and spread into one. There is a cloud, much like a white palace. There are many small islands around the palace. It seems to open a carpet to me, as if I want to go past.

The fire in the evening burns the clouds, which is very beautiful. It is different from the clouds in the daytime. But people all watch it appear in the evening. There is a saying in the folks that “early burns the yin and burns it in the evening.” It means that burning clouds in the morning means that the sky is cloudy. If there is a burning cloud at night, it means that tomorrow is sunny, so people look at it very much. It appeared in the evening.

I have carefully observed the shape of the burning cloud. It is orange-red. This deep color almost renders half the sky and is very beautiful. Look closely at it, its color changes from light yellow to orange, and the color of the sky is integrated, just like the watercolor in the art.

When the day was dark, the sky completely turned into a black color. I couldn't see a cloud. I could only see countless small stars squinting. The bright moon hangs in the sky, lighting the way forward for pedestrians.

Clouds, beautiful clouds, snowy clouds, thousands of gestures, from the side of the sky to the side of the sky.

Not long ago, a scholar told me: "If someone looks up and concentrates on the sky, then this person must be very lonely. Only when he looks up at the clouds in the sky, all his troubles will disappear without a trace." I firmly believe this sentence. Whenever I am lonely, I will look up and look at the sky. As the scholar said, all my troubles have disappeared.

Looking up at the sky, the clouds are moving, it will make my mood fly with the clouds...

The sky is like the blue sea, the cloud is like a canoe on the sea, quietly and gently drifting, for fear of awakening the nightmare of the sea. Large, small, white, purple clouds look like a faded blue cloth with several patterns. The pattern is like a goldfish, like a beluga, like a crab claw, like a horse. . . . . . . After a while, they collided with each other, beckoning each other, not willing to be close, and could not bear to separate.

Watching the clouds in the fall is the best season of the year. In the middle of the day, the clouds in the evening are the most beautiful. When the sun drunk on the roof, the cloud unfolded her beautiful face.

Standing on a high place, looking into the distance, Wan Dao Xia Guang, shot from a thin barrier, the barrier is the cloud. Red, deep red, then blue, dark blue.

The sun is falling on the horizon. The clouds are more beautiful by the sun, and in the vicinity of the sun, the clouds are more attractive.

The clouds floated and floated on the sun. For a while, like a soft cotton wool, if you fly, if you stop, if you want to come, push it if you want to go: a moment like a galloping horse, go to the distance, as if you want to go to the battlefield: for a while like a palace palace, connected into a curved The curved, continuous Great Wall, the golden sun outlines the outline of the palace palace.

On the edge of the cloud, a mouthful of mouth, like what was bitten. It seems that the terrier that was scared by people did not dare to go to the moon again, so he had to take this colorful cloud to fill his hunger.

The sun continues to fall. The cloud is still brilliant and colorful, just not as dazzling as it was just now. It is like a girl who is eager to stand in front of her, wearing a colorful dress and dancing. The wind blew slowly, and her dress swayed gently and beautifully.

The sun is a bit dim. At this time, there is another fascinating colorful cloud figure, which is like a huge sculpture made of colored crepe and soft cotton wool, and like a mirage, inspiring people to think.

The sun has completely fallen, and the clouds are dark, showing a red color, which is extraordinarily heavy. Only the edge of the cloud is still slightly orange-red.

It’s dark, the clouds are gone.

Sixth grade: Better tomorrow