Perhaps it was fate that led me to move to a place where I could have an unobstructed view of the sky from my balcony. I have never liked to look at the sky as much as I do now. Whenever I have time, I like to look at the sky. The field of vision is wide, and you can see the sun

Perhaps it was fate that led me to move to a place where I can have an unobstructed view of the sky from the balcony.

I have never been more fond of looking at the sky whenever I have free time.

The field of vision is wide, and you can see the sun when it comes out in the morning. Especially when the sun appears from behind the clouds, the sun suddenly becomes brighter. At this time, I often feel inexplicably moved.

On a sunny day, I look at the white clouds like yarn and cotton, and sometimes they look like white horses and gray dogs. I lament that they are like our lives, ever-changing.

On a rainy day, seeing the dark clouds looming over the city is really depressing and uncomfortable.

I remember one day in the summer, after a whole day of wind and rain, a kind of cloud appeared in the sky that I had never seen before. It was like an arrangement of goose eggs. It was magical and terrifying. Many people took pictures and posted them on WeChat Moments.

The next day was Sunday, and we were going to play in the mountains to the west. More than 20 miles away from the county seat, I saw the disaster scene I had seen for the first time in my life: a large area of ​​trees fell in disorder in the fields, many of which were The roots of the trees must have been uprooted by strong winds, and some were broken at the waist. Some road facilities and telephone poles were also knocked down. It was a terrible mess.

Later I heard that hail fell in some places in the western mountains that day, causing heavy losses to fruit trees.

At this moment, I suddenly understood the message that the terrifying weather that appeared in the sky yesterday conveyed.

I saw the moon at night, and it shone quietly. It reminded me of my deceased mother’s concern for her children, and I couldn’t help but feel sad and guilty.

Sometimes the moon passes through the dark clouds, sometimes disappearing, sometimes revealing its shadow. I don’t know whether it is the clouds or the moon that is moving?

We have been busy for too long with our heads down, and we need to look up at the sky.