小时候的她就对家乡的云喜爱有加,所以时常幻想着能否有一天可以变成一朵云,这个天真的幻想伴她度过儿时的岁月。日复一日、年复一年,幻想终输给现实,渐渐淡忘了,也不再羡慕了。家乡的云居无定所,万状姿态,倚着山光水色、若隐若现,携着微风雨境、美妙如画。所以,儿时的她常呆呆地坐在那里,两手托着脑袋,抬头望着澄澈的天空中几缕白云,她愿化作一缕云,生生世世与天空为伴。她就像一只自由飞翔的鸟儿,慕着云;或许,她不知, As a child, she liked the cloud in her hometown, so she often wondered if one day she could become a cloud. This naive fantasy would accompany her through her childhood years. Day after day, year after year, fantasy eventually lost to reality, gradually faded, and no longer envy. Yunju no hometown, all-out gesture, leaning against the mountains and rivers, looming, carrying a breeze of rain, picturesque. Therefore, when she was a child, she was sitting there for a long time, holding her head in both hands and looking up at the clouds in the clear sky. She would like to turn it into a ray of clouds. She is like a free-flying bird, admire the cloud; perhaps, she did not know,