Imitating the weather from the clouds is like running a horse at first. . . . . . Go, go, go! !

At dusk, the surrounding mountains are like thin camels, overwhelmed by the heavy objects on their backs; Like a sleeping Buddha, he dozed peacefully; Like a python, it sneaks slowly under the background of flowing clouds; Like a gate, like a hanging curtain hanging upside down in the sky, like a high grain pile.

The waves of the sea are really moody and changeable. They are sometimes like girls, gentle and calm; Sometimes they are like urchins, laughing and fighting and chasing each other; Sometimes like a teenager, modest and energetic; Sometimes, like young people, they are confused and full of passion; Sometimes like a demon king, full of resentment and anger.