When I go home for the Spring Festival, the sky is so clear, the air is so fresh, I always want to play songs, but I still can't express my attachment to my hometown, so let's see the sunrise in my hometown.
My small courtyard is on the top of the mountain, with a very wide view, which is an excellent high point to watch the sunrise, and there is a wide terrace facing east on the top floor, where you can enjoy the sunrise and sunset in the morning and evening. Every day, I am glad to see the crimson light clouds under the blue sky, and the colorful clouds like large cockscomb flowers floating.
That day, I woke up early and leaned against the railing of the terrace, looking forward to it. There was silence all around, there were whispers in the distance, light clouds soaked the whole universe like mist, and the fresh air was sandwiched with a trace of coolness, sticking to my face, sticking to my clothes, and my whole body suddenly relaxed. At some point, a cloud appeared in the eastern sky, and the morning star embedded in the dark space revealed the mystery of the night, which was not an unpredictable, terrible mystery, but a bright, peaceful mystery. The clouds galloped like wild horses across the field, breaking through the dawn and darkness with joy and joy, and in a moment the red glow spread out, redder and brighter. The bright pole appeared, the sun showed a golden edge, like a high torch, as dazzling as lightning, the sun shyly jumped between the trees, struggled, climbed the branches, bent over the waist, struggled to climb up, little by little upward, if you are a little tired, turn around and stretch out your hand, bend over, wipe your eyes, half of its face is exposed in the treetops of the distant mountains, the whole mountain is more beautiful, with joy and joy, farewell to yesterday's dreams. The sky was brighter, and the smoke that diffused, like light clouds, like tulle, ethereal, low paper, softly, lingered on the mountainside. The sun was still climbing upwards with difficulty, trying to climb up, it was more and more excited, every moment harder, and finally it leaped hard, broke the treetops, levitated, and stood firmly on the top of the mountain, like the triumph of the victor, the sun became more dazzling, and the clouds also burned. When you turn around to wash your face, bend down and lift your legs, the sun has already risen.
Looking down, large clouds of smoke melt in the sunlight or move to the other side of the mountain. A wisp here, a flower there, flying with the red glow on the horizon, putting on a coat with ink edges for the mountains and rivers. Far rivers and near lakes, under the morning sun, in the breeze, silver light flickered, and flames danced. Turning around and looking at the western sky, there were a few bright red light clouds floating in the clear blue sky, and the green mountains in the distance also looked more delicate.