Whenever I think of my hometown, I think of the clouds in my hometown. My hometown is famous throughout the country for its beautiful mountains and beautiful clouds. As long as you work hard to climb the highest mountain next to the village, you can have an unobstructed view of the unpredictable flowing clouds.

In the morning, the cool breeze blew on my back. Although it is a bit cold in late autumn, when I look up and see the endless clouds, my heart can't help but get hot. Mountains and towering trees. The strange-shaped cloud layer above me snakes like a white gauze to the junction of heaven and earth, to the house covered with red bricks, and to the top of my head, as if I can touch it. and.