Sketch a few times on a blank piece of paper. Excitedly show it to mom.

"Mom, look." Mom glanced left and right,

"Oh", then crouched down, smiled out of the corner of his eye, and said to me, "This is a beautiful cloud." I looked at my mom with a blank look and a wink.

Because, I drew my mother's short curly hair, not clouds. My mother touched my head and said, "The clouds are floating in the sky, this kind of imagination is so wonderful, it's really wild." "Under my mother's praise, I forgot that it wasn't a cloud, it was just ......

"It's just that, Mom, I don't know how to draw horses." The flowers blooming in the corners of my mother's eyes are even more beautiful. I think it's so easy to draw white clouds on a blank piece of paper, and it's so beautiful, like my mother's short curls.

Since then, I've fallen in love with white clouds, and this is the first one I've ever painted. Walking side by side with time, one day I began to fall in love with the clouds.

That kind of plane left behind an endless faint road to the sky. I don't know if I'm in love with the distance—the other end of the road to heaven.

"Draw a Picture" Chapter 1 1: Draw a picture, draw a cloud is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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