I am a cloud, if I were a cloud

I am a cloud, a happy and free cloud. I float around in the blue sky every day, with the breeze as a friend, with the moon as a companion, we work together to decorate the blue sky mother more beautiful!

I am a cloud, a beautiful and lovely cloud. Although I am very ordinary, Sister Moon told me that mediocrity is a blessing, as long as I am optimistic, I can be happy in ordinary life. Yes, I get to play with a lot of friends every day, and I have a lot of fun.

What's more, people like me and praise me for being a beautiful sight in the sky. My heart is happy, and I feel that my presence can bring joy to people.

I am a cloud, a cloud of change. Although it can't be said that there will be seventy-two changes, but no matter what, didn't Sun Wukong rely on our Yunyun family to soar through the clouds and fog before? So I'm proud of my family.

I can be ever-changing, as long as I want, I can become a little flower and grass, into a kitten and a puppy, do whatever I want, and be eclectic. However, Blue Sky's mother said that I was too naughty to give me the paint. She gave the golden color to Brother Chaoyang, the gray color to Father-in-law Lei, but the fiery red look to Sister Sunset, and then they colored me.

Because the colors are different, everyone calls me fire clouds, white clouds, dark clouds, and so on.

I am a cloud, a conscientious cloud. The task assigned to me by Blue Sky Mother is to dress up the sky, and I have never been lazy! No matter day or night, I stick to my post and tell the balance.

With the company of the sun father during the day and the moon sister at night, I am not alone. I remember one time, Brother Feng took me to a village with barren fields. The people there are very poor, and most of them have no food to eat.

It turned out that there was little rain, the fields were dry, and the newly planted seedlings seemed to be drying up. So we gathered our compatriots and turned into dark clouds and rain? Nourish the hearts of the seedlings and cheer them up.

I saw them alive and I smiled happily.

I thought I was leaving, leaving the embrace of the blue sky. But thanks to Grandpa Sun, I have become a new cloud. After that experience, I really realized my own value.

I think it's good to be able to serve the people! I will continue to be a happy and happy cloud!

The bright sun shone warmly on me. I saw through the glass that there were a few white and flawless clouds floating in the blue sky, accompanied by Granny Feng, dancing in the sky, drifting with the wind, and going to ** if you want to**. A ray of thought took me to the tragic situation behind Haiti.

A thought crossed my mind: I was going to turn into a little cloud and float to the disaster area to greet them ......

If I were a little cloud, I would float to the Haitian ** disaster area, greet the survivors there, how is life? Is there enough food? Is the house ambiguous......

If I were a little cloud, I would go to the disaster area to visit the injured children, tell them stories, bring them joy; Give them a psychiatrist, enlighten them, let them be brave, overcome the disease, and live strongly......

If I were a small cloud, I would be a "porter", and I would transport the clothes and food donated by those well-wishers to the disaster area as quickly as possible, and give them to those who lack food and clothing. I'm also going to be an "engineer", and I'm going to be the fastest'Build a tall building at a speed so that the homeless have a place to live ......

If I were a little cloud......I continued to fantasize. I sincerely hope that I can become a real cloud, and I hope that one day I can really visit those affected by the disaster area, and dedicate my love and that of all the Chinese people to them, so that they can regain their vitality and build a happy home.

Looking up at the sky, the white clouds look so white and beautiful against the background of the blue sky, showing a wonderful picture in the sky, showing vitality and vitality, which makes people reverie.

I want to be that pure and beautiful cloud, and as a cloud, I must have a pure and kind heart just like my appearance. As I looked down at the ground from the sky, I saw that the seeds of hope that farmers had planted in the spring were already lush and lush, and it was summer when the crops were in dire need of rain. Seeing the sad look of the peasant uncle, I was anxious, and hurriedly gathered my brothers and sisters to rain down in the world, only to hear the peasant uncle shouting excitedly

Good rain, good rain, go down. When I heard the praise given to me, my heart was filled with joy and pride, and I became more energetic.

One day, at noon, when I was wandering in the sky, I saw the peasants in the fields weeding and fertilizing the crops, and there was no wind at all. My heart ached again and I decided to "take the plunge" and use my body to shield people from the fiery sun. For a while, the weather was cooler.

Yes! My body is so uncomfortable. "In a few moments, my body melted in the scorching sun.

I was relieved to see the relaxed and happy expression on the face of the farmer who was busy in the fields, forgetting that the sun was scorching on me, and that the sun had caused me great pain.

As a white cloud, I have to take my own responsibility, and when the farmer uncle needs me, I will appear in front of them in time and do my best to solve their problems. I know from the bottom of my heart that only in this way will I feel happy and be a veritable "pure and beautiful cloud".

I like to look up at the clouds in the sky. Especially in that empty field, I felt so close to the sky that I could reach out and touch the clouds.

In the deep blue sky, the soft clouds are sometimes swimming leisurely, sometimes fluttering with the wind and changing.

When I was a child, I once fantasized that the ancient myth of annihilation was being performed in the clouds. I was waiting for a fairy to dance in the clouds. This beautiful cloud is going to float to **? I also longed to go with the clouds.

Nowadays, in the bustling city, the sky of the city is rarely clear and translucent. Every time I look up at the clouds, I can't seem to find the feeling of home.

One night in the summer, in the small courtyard of my hometown, I finally found the long-lost feelings again, the leisurely clouds, lazily moving in the night sky.

I looked at the night sky, and the clouds were still as changing as when I was a child, with a little starry star.

The hustle and bustle of the city made me feel too trivial, and my heart was also a lot of vicissitudes.

The ever-changing clouds carry my love, my love, my acres or my youth.