It is a hot day, night falls, the horizon is the last golden glow, and slowly disappear into the depths of the clouds. At the moment, the streets are covered by night lights, still take the thick heat. Look, no stars, no moon, only heavy clouds in the sky, the dark. But, my mood, but it is more important than the clouds, but also black.

Irritable mood, like a piece of lead stone pressure in my heart, let the heart choking, no matter how the mood, have a habit of the dialogue with the text, recounting of my mind, perhaps at the moment, the text is the soul I know my best friend? Night, text, sky, feelings, everything falls to read between the lines, swaying in the mind, is the endless melancholy, Qiongqiong larvae shadows, dejected.

At this time, I see the cloud is still, can not see its swimming body, those black clouds, do not know what time? In the sky formed a crescent mountain, cross at the top of my head, heavy to my eyes are pressed painful for me to recover the eyes, returns to the street in front of the door, but still feel head pressure was feeling, 10000 uncomfortable, uncomfortable.

Couldn't help, the title continued to gaze, hey, mountain peaks do not see, hey, the clouds, the cloud is always, comparable to it can never and persistent constant peaks and firm. Only the blink of an eye, they lose concentration, away. Dielectric, I saw they wriggled the body and condensed in one cartoon monster appearance, lying on the opposite row upon row of the roof of a tall building.

They some with countless horns, some brandishing large arms, also with the crazy eyes, tightly staring at me, keep in mind the wondered, I was so kind, somehow with such fierce eyes looking at me? In the heart. Suddenly, the monster was gone, began to become seven zero eight scattered clouds, slowly walk into every corner of the sky.

Perhaps this is nature, clouds, change unpredictably!

初二:祝彥培

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