I was shocked at the first sight, Lhasa, so beautiful!
Not because there are tall buildings, not because there are magnificent waterfalls and canyons. What struck me was the blue sky. On this day, let your eyes stick to it, unwilling to move.
I looked up at the sky. The clouds like marshmallows were changeable, sometimes like a ferocious dinosaur, sometimes turned into a gentle white rabbit. I asked myself in my heart: How long has it been since I saw the sky like this? One year, two years, maybe five years. I excused myself in my heart again. It's not that I don't want to see it. The sky is getting dirtier and dirtier, and the clouds and stars don't know where to escape. Today, looking up at the sky, I came back relaxed after a long absence. I still look like I did five years ago, but today I found two different sky cities on the clouds.
The city of sky in Beijing is full of miasma. Clouds are washed by black dust all day long, and they are all sick. They cough all day long, getting worse day by day. Some clouds turn into rain and go down to the ground to find out. A drop of rain fell on a car. I saw black smoke coming from the buttocks of many cars. When I smelt it, I almost choked it to death. When the source is found, the rain drops are blown into the sky by the wind after the change of water vapor.
It was a long, long time ago. The little raindrop woke up and saw that he was already a cloud. Then looked at the partners around him. They were all white and flawless. They were a thousand times better than the original partners. It told its new partners about its environment. Later, almost every cloud knew that human car exhaust was a nuisance to the cloud. The cloud in Beijing also ran away quickly, and no one wanted to be smoked to death.
The pain in my neck brought me back to my senses. I thought about what a wonderful city in the sky I had just discovered. I tell you, it is in the deepest clouds.