Concept: Pick up the pen and put on makeup. Photography: Er Niu Yuanyuan is lost. In the early morning, the dew in the air is not so stuffy and carries the scent of grass. When I look up, I am shocked by the beautiful clouds. It puffs out rainbow bubbles and dances in the wind. T

Concept: Putting on the pen and applying makeup Photography: Erniu Yuanyuan Lost

In the early morning, it is not so sultry

The dew in the air carries the scent of grass

When I looked up, I was shocked by this beautiful cloud

Its flamboyant gurgling and spitting out rainbow bubbles Bubbles

are dancing and rolling in the wind

The white clouds are glowing in the white, the misty clouds are far less dreamy

I remember seeing such clouds when I was a child

Magic purple clouds, fantasy purple dreams

They are intertwined like this

Rolling with the wind, the rolling

lasted only a short time, but it transformed

in an instant, but it seemed to have become a magnificent collection in my summer. The "Phoenix" soaring in the vast sky

The spreading tail is gorgeous and beautiful

If you are more lucky

you can encounter clouds that look like "dragons"

The blue of the sky is very pure and clean

It seems that you can feel it A gentle force

wraps it, letting it play and play

It is not an exaggeration to use Su Shi to describe Lushan 's poem

"Looking horizontally, it is a ridge, and the side is a peak, and the distance is different. .

I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain. "

When I was a child, I was in the fields.

Looking up at the sky in the summer evening breeze, I was actually intoxicated.

It seemed that there were wings on my back, and my feet were soaring.

Far away from the dense land, far away from the noisy life.

Rotating and leaping, I was gently moved. The sky is wrapped

I don’t know what the law of gravity is

The wind is dancing, blowing away the clouds

In the rising sun,

is broken into tiny spots of light

Only those who get up early

can stop and slow down

Look up and appreciate this dreamy and unique style of midsummer

The wind blows in the summer fields and the clouds on the road

It is a "quiet" place in the world