The white in the sky looks the same no matter where and when
you gaze at it, and it shouldn't be confined to my own territory. But in my
eyes, it has already been endowed with a unique spirituality, making it an
unforgettable white vortex in my heart.
Cleanliness is not the only characteristic of clouds, but it is certainly
their absolute advantage. Being untainted by dust and dirt is what makes
them so pleasing to the eye. To be more exaggerated, each cloud is proud of
itself, stimulating the senses of every dirty soul in the chaotic city,
making them admire its sanctity. But in my homeland, no one cares about the
clouds in the sky. They face the ground all day, where is the time to spare?
Simple, just like every rural person, they may be rough, they may be messy,
but each one of them is showing their quiet selves. They are in my heart, on
par with the sacred clouds. It is the city people who are like the clouds in
the city, already disfigured by the chimneys.
Of course, clouds can also be mischievous, changing their faces from time to
time, teasing the children below, making them excitedly shout out what each
cloud looks like. Clouds and the children in my homeland are both
unrestrained, running all over the sky, floating lightly, seemingly without
any responsibility or pressure. That free spirit is no less than any "little
rascal" running around in the fields. My childhood was also so free and
carefree.
Actually, clouds have their own career. Every day they absorb the spiritual
energy of the mountains and waters in my homeland, sending timely rains
during droughts and acting as umbrellas during the heat. In these aspects,
they are quite diligent. Like the villagers working tirelessly in the
fields, they still talk to the green crops, telling them their regrets.
The clouds in my homeland and the people in my homeland have become one,
sharing similar personalities and habits. It's just that no one has ever
noticed.
Perhaps that white in the sky has turned into dewdrops, but it has quietly
moistened my soul, making my memories of my homeland glitter. Letting me
know that my homeland is the only sacred land in my heart. |