Clouds in the sky

I often think: the clouds in the sky are another world. Standing at the window, looking up at the clouds. It was sunny, and the white clouds walked leisurely in the sky. It was very big, and they seemed very happy. A charmingly naive white bear appeared in the sky. Stepping on the white clouds, he walked step by step. His body was shaking. It seemed that he had just finished a cup of wine, and now he felt so beautiful. At this time, the wind seems to have changed its direction, and the white bear is stunned. A ball of snow rolls face-to-face. The more it rolls, the closer it gets, the bigger it gets. It just hits the white bear. So, the white bear and the white snow ball roll together. The wind laughs and the snowball is still rolling. It's almost a hill. There is no peak. This is a steamed bread mountain. A goshawk flies in the distance. You can see how vigorous his white wings are and how sharp his eyes are. What is he looking for in the blue sky. As if he was tired, he rested on the Mantou mountain, and gradually merged with the mountain. The hill was lengthened and the color was getting darker and darker. Oh, it's changed. The wind is stronger than before. You can hear the thunder. The wind was blowing and I quickly closed the window and continued to watch the changes in the sky through the glass. A tall god waved his sword and threw out a crack in the sky. The sound was shocking. The clouds in the sky are as black as ink. Is it the ink produced by Patel? Does the God also want to write a calligraphy work in the sky. No, I didn't see calligraphy. Instead, I saw an ink painting. It was thick and light. I could tell where the mountains were and where the trees were. Then, the crackling raindrops fell down, the dark clouds were dripping with tears, was it the God's sword that hurt him? The rain continued to fall and the wind was blowing. In less than a quarter of an hour, the sky was clear again. The snowballs, the hills, and the animals that came and went were gone. The sky is blue. Clouds in the sky, clouds in the sky, are still so beautiful.

I often think: the clouds in the sky are another world. Standing at the window, looking up at the clouds. It was sunny, and the white clouds walked leisurely in the sky. It was very big, and they seemed very happy. A charmingly naive white bear appeared in the sky. Stepping on the white clouds, he walked step by step. His body was shaking. It seemed that he had just finished a cup of wine, and now he felt so beautiful. At this time, the wind seems to have changed its direction, and the white bear is stunned. A ball of snow rolls face-to-face. The more it rolls, the closer it gets, the bigger it gets. It just hits the white bear. So, the white bear and the white snow ball roll together. The wind laughs and the snowball is still rolling. It's almost a hill. There is no peak. This is a steamed bread mountain. A goshawk flies in the distance. You can see how vigorous his white wings are and how sharp his eyes are. What is he looking for in the blue sky. As if he was tired, he rested on the Mantou mountain, and gradually merged with the mountain. The hill was lengthened and the color was getting darker and darker. Oh, the weather has changed. The wind is stronger than before. The thunder can be heard. The wind was blowing and I quickly closed the window and continued to watch the changes in the sky through the glass. A tall god waved his sword and threw out a crack in the sky. The sound was shocking. The clouds in the sky are as black as ink. Is it the ink produced by Patel? Does the God also want to write a calligraphy work in the sky. No, I didn't see calligraphy. Instead, I saw an ink painting. It was thick and light. I could tell where the mountains were and where the trees were. Then, the crackling raindrops fell down, the dark clouds were dripping with tears, was it the God's sword that hurt him? The rain continued to fall and the wind was blowing. In less than a quarter of an hour, the sky was clear again. The snowballs, the hills, and the animals that came and went were gone.

The sky is blue. Clouds in the sky I often think: clouds in the sky are another world. Standing at the window, looking up at the clouds. It was sunny, and the white clouds walked leisurely in the sky. It was very big, and they seemed very happy. A charmingly naive white bear appeared in the sky. Stepping on the white clouds, he walked step by step. His body was shaking. It seemed that he had just finished a cup of wine, and now he felt so beautiful. At this time, the wind seems to have changed its direction, and the white bear is stunned. A ball of snow rolls face-to-face. The more it rolls, the closer it gets, the bigger it gets. It just hits the white bear. So, the white bear and the white snow ball roll together.

The wind laughs and the snowball is still rolling. It's almost a hill. There is no peak. This is a steamed bread mountain. A goshawk flies in the distance. You can see how vigorous his white wings are and how sharp his eyes are. What is he looking for in the blue sky. As if he was tired, he rested on the Mantou mountain, and gradually merged with the mountain. The hill was lengthened and the color was getting darker and darker. Oh, the weather has changed. The wind is stronger than before. The thunder can be heard.

The wind was blowing and I quickly closed the window and continued to watch the changes in the sky through the glass. A tall god waved his sword and threw out a crack in the sky. The sound was shocking. The clouds in the sky are as black as ink. Is it the ink produced by Patel? Does the God also want to write a calligraphy work in the sky. No, I didn't see calligraphy. Instead, I saw an ink painting. It was thick and light. I could tell where the mountains were and where the trees were. Then, the crackling raindrops fell down, the dark clouds were dripping with tears, was it the God's sword that hurt him? The rain continued to fall and the wind was blowing. In less than a quarter of an hour, the sky was clear again. The snowballs, the hills, and the animals that came and went were gone. The sky is blue.

This is the cloud in the sky. Clouds in the sky I often think: clouds in the sky are another world. Standing at the window, looking up at the clouds. It was sunny, and the white clouds walked leisurely in the sky. It was very big, and they seemed very happy. A charmingly naive white bear appeared in the sky. Stepping on the white clouds, he walked step by step. His body was shaking. It seemed that he had just finished a cup of wine, and now he felt so beautiful. At this time, the wind seems to have changed its direction, and the white bear is stunned. A ball of snow rolls face-to-face. The more it rolls, the closer it gets, the bigger it gets. It just hits the white bear. So, the white bear and the white snow ball roll together. The wind laughs and the snowball is still rolling. It's almost a hill. There is no peak. This is a steamed bread mountain. A goshawk flies in the distance. You can see how vigorous his white wings are and how sharp his eyes are. What is he looking for in the blue sky. As if he was tired, he rested on the Mantou mountain, and gradually merged with the mountain. The hill was lengthened and the color was getting darker and darker. Oh, the weather has changed. The wind is stronger than before. The thunder can be heard. The wind was blowing and I quickly closed the window and continued to watch the changes in the sky through the glass. A tall god waved his sword and threw out a crack in the sky. The sound was shocking. The clouds in the sky are as black as ink. Is it the ink produced by Patel? Does the God also want to write a calligraphy work in the sky. No, I didn't see calligraphy. Instead, I saw an ink painting. It was thick and light. I could tell where the mountains were and where the trees were. Then, the crackling raindrops fell down, the dark clouds were dripping with tears, was it the God's sword that hurt him? The rain continued to fall and the wind was blowing. In less than a quarter of an hour, the sky was clear again. The snowballs, the hills, and the animals that came and went were gone. The sky is blue. Five sky clouds in the blue sky, floating cotton candy like cloud dolls. They chase and play in front of the sun.

In the sky, they ran and floated carefree. Sometimes, cloud doll is like a little white rabbit, jumping forward; sometimes, cloud doll is like a dancing butterfly, flying slowly from afar; sometimes, cloud doll is like a white grassland horse, running on the vast "Grassland"; sometimes, cloud doll is like a white grassland horse, running on the vast "Grassland"; sometimes, cloud doll is like a little white rabbit, jumping forward; sometimes, cloud doll is like a flying butterfly "Red scarf" looks at people

In the morning, father-in-law of the sun rises to bring light to the earth. Cloud doll also wakes up and greets people with Songxing's sleepy eyes. Then, with the help of the sun's father-in-law's luster, he dyed himself colorful, especially beautiful. In the evening, father-in-law of the sun set, the purple sunset clouds dyed red, the child looked at the cloud doll and said: "the fire burned the cloud, the fire burned the cloud." At night, cloud dolls shuttle between the little stars, just like playing hide and seek with the little stars.

The cloud doll in the sky is so beautiful! How interesting! I love the cloud doll in the sky. Clouds in the sky I often think: clouds in the sky are another world. Standing at the window, looking up at the clouds. It was sunny, and the white clouds walked leisurely in the sky. It was very big, and they seemed very happy. A charmingly naive white bear appeared in the sky. Stepping on the white clouds, he walked step by step. His body was shaking. It seemed that he had just finished a cup of wine, and now he felt so beautiful. At this time, the wind seems to have changed its direction, and the white bear is stunned. A ball of snow rolls face-to-face. The more it rolls, the closer it gets, the bigger it gets. It just hits the white bear. So, the white bear and the white snow ball roll together. The wind laughs and the snowball is still rolling. It's almost a hill. There is no peak. This is a steamed bread mountain. A goshawk flies in the distance. You can see how vigorous his white wings are and how sharp his eyes are. What is he looking for in the blue sky. As if he was tired, he rested on the Mantou mountain, and gradually merged with the mountain. The hill was lengthened and the color was getting darker and darker. Oh, the weather has changed. The wind is stronger than before. The thunder can be heard. The wind was blowing and I quickly closed the window and continued to watch the changes in the sky through the glass. A tall god waved his sword and threw out a crack in the sky. The sound was shocking. The clouds in the sky are as black as ink. Is it the ink produced by Patel? Does the God also want to write a calligraphy work in the sky. No, I didn't see calligraphy. Instead, I saw an ink painting. It was thick and light. I could tell where the mountains were and where the trees were. Then, the crackling raindrops fell down, the dark clouds were dripping with tears, was it the God's sword that hurt him? The rain continued to fall and the wind was blowing. In less than a quarter of an hour, the sky was clear again. The snowballs, the hills, and the animals that came and went were gone. The sky is blue. Six