2, the source: from Lin Hongbin's "Cloud of Hometown", the original text is:
When I was a child, my friends and I liked to play in the wild. Tired of playing, we lay sprawled on the green carpet-like grass, and no one spoke, just staring at the blue sky intently. However, I saw the peaks and hills around me like some arhat king kong meditating and chanting. The blue sky is so high and deep, like a Wang Yang; It is like a transparent tent that covers everything in the world. There is a saying in the countryside that you can see a clever cloud in February and August, which is absolutely true. In February and August, the sky is particularly clear and the clouds are particularly beautiful. The boundless sky is really like a circular screen, and those ever-changing colorful clouds are like colorful slides, which will make you spread your imagination wings, feel, discover and render. You will be possessed, concentrate on watching, and never get tired of watching.
You see, the delicate clouds, like mushrooms scattered all over the place, remind us of a Shan Yu, which moistened Shan Ye and prompted all kinds of mushrooms. We pick and choose like chickens pecking at rice. People call it Gu Ying, which makes the ravine boil. ...
Look, those white clouds are like a group of swans with bent necks, leading us into the beautiful mythical artistic conception of Swan Lake. ...
Look, that cloud is just a sheep on the grassland, and the melodious melody of Ma Touqin will haunt our ears. ...
Look, that cloud is a homing sail coming from the far sea, and the golden scales and silver wings have crushed the bumper boat. ...
Sometimes, there are only a few wisps of clouds on one side of the blue sky, which are so thin and ethereal, as if Master Dan Qing had casually wiped a few strokes on rice paper, like loach, snail and pale dog. ...
Sometimes a pile of clouds like snow will emerge from the back of the mountain for no reason. They will rise and stretch rapidly, drifting like icebergs, towering like snow peaks, towering like cotton piles and exploding like hydrogen bombs. ...
Sometimes, dark clouds cover the sky and spread rapidly, just like a sudden mutiny: dust covers the sky, swords and shadows flash, killing sounds come and go, and soldiers sweat drops. When a rainbow appeared in the sky, the thunderstorm ended, which made people ask: Who gave a good plan to stop the war? Will naturally associate with that historical allusion. Oh, it's Shi. She wore tulle and won your heart. She danced before driving and wore colorful silk. ...
White clouds are beautiful. Once the sun paints them with magic brushes, they are even more charming. The morning glow at dawn is colorful and extremely vivid, just like a lake full of lotus flowers, more like a treasure house, emitting charming splendor. ...
When the sunset slides down the western hills, the afterfire ignites the cotton wool clouds in the western sky, forming a raging fire cloud; Like a huge lighting set, the big stage of life is decorated magnificently, out of reach and magnificent!
At night, the clouds in the sky are another scene. The crescent moon, like a boat, walks through the reef-like clouds and bounces in an ancient dragon cloud.
The villagers are good at watching clouds and are called the barometer of cultivators. For example, "there are old dragon spots in the sky, and it only rains for two or three days." "It's carmine in the morning, and it's windy if it doesn't rain." This agricultural proverb is like a wild grape on the mountain in August-a toot, a toot. This is what they summed up in their long-term production practice. Really, these agricultural proverbs are quite useful.
I have been away from my hometown for many years and have been to many places. I have seen all kinds of scenery, but in my heart, the clouds in my hometown are beautiful, and they often float into my dreams.
Ah, the cloud of hometown, you are like a precious oil painting, praising the beauty of hometown!
Ah, the cloud of my hometown, you are like a beautiful poem, singing about my lovely hometown!
3. About the author: Lin Hongbin, pen name Shanquan. Qixia, Shandong. He is the author of the novels The Last Mountain Shadow, Ghost Valley, Child Figurines, Mountain Gods, Silent Snow, Magic Valley, Full Moon, Black Water Bay, Acacia and Robins, Poetry Collection, Love on the Mountain, Prose Collection, Clouds in Hometown, etc.