Evening clouds

In the evening, there were strange clouds in the sky in the west.
Some of these clouds are like a group of docile little sheep, grazing on a thousand miles of grassland; some are like a mighty lion, wearing golden armor under the glory of the setting sun, seemingly meeting the challenge. Look at the clouds over there, like a few dragons playing in the air. A few small clouds in the middle, such as the golden beads, intertwined and rotated between the dragons, gorgeous and spectacular, dazzling and splendid.
The clouds in the evening are changing rapidly. The clouds in front of me are just blooming flowers in the garden. In a twinkling of an eye, they become a forest of birds and flowers. It is a horse with four hoofs. It has not been waiting for you to see it completely. It has become a series of ups and downs. The winding wall of the Great Wall...
The clouds in the evening, as Bing Xin’s grandmother said, “the text is actually the most useless thing in the world, and can’t write this ethereal scene.” No, maybe my imagination is not rich enough, maybe my literary talent is not good enough. All in all, the ever-changing clouds have woven the sky into a living picture, allowing people to enjoy the beauty when they are free, and to guess the stories it has made.

Xu An Youth Road, National Youth Class 3