The cloud is the symbol of the hometown and the patron saint of that land. It floats silently in the sky, like an eternal watchman, witnessing the changes of its hometown.
The cloud in my hometown is the softest memory in my heart. When summer comes, the sun is scorching, and that cloud becomes a haven for us as children. We ran in the fields, frolicked, and laughed. And when that cloud gently covers the sun, it instantly brings us a touch of coolness. We enjoy the cool under the clouds and feel the gift from nature.
The clouds are also the forecast of the rain of the hometown. When the clouds thicken and darken, it is a sign of rain. When we were kids, we would run outside the house excitedly before it rained, looking up at the sky, expecting the grand rain. After the rain, the clouds became light again, as if washing away the dust and our hearts.
The clouds are the messengers of the wind in their hometowns. Whenever the wind rises, the clouds begin to dance. It is like a graceful dancer, spinning and jumping freely in the sky. We sat on the threshold of our home, quietly enjoying the dance of the clouds and feeling the power of the wind. At that moment, it was as if the whole world stood still, and only the clouds and wind were telling their stories.
However, as time went on, that cloud in my hometown seemed to have changed. The acceleration of urbanization has made the sky of my hometown no longer so pure. The rise of high-rise buildings and the forest of chimneys have made that cloud lose its original whiteness. It began to become gray and heavy, and it was no longer as light and ethereal as it used to be.
But even so, I still love the clouds of my hometown. Because in my heart, that cloud will always be the watchman who guards my hometown. It has witnessed the changes in my hometown, and it has also witnessed my growth. Even though it is no longer as white and light as it used to be, it is still the most beautiful cloud in my eyes.
The cloud in my hometown is the eternal memory and expectation in my heart. I hope that in the days to come, we will be able to cherish this land and the clouds on this land even more. Let's work together to give our hometown a pure sky, and let that cloud regain its due brilliance.
In that land of my hometown, there are too many changes and too many stories. However, no matter how time passes, no matter how the environment changes, my love and expectation for the cloud in my hometown will never change. I hope that everyone can cherish their hometown and the cloud of their hometown, and let them become the eternal memory and expectation in our hearts.
Let us work together to make the cloud of our hometown become the sustenance and yearning of our hearts again. Let's look forward to a bright future together, and let that cloud witness our growth and change. I believe that as long as we cherish the cloud of our hometown, no matter where we go, we can find the warmth and sense of belonging that belongs to us.
Finally, I would like to say: no matter where I am, my heart will always be concerned about the cloud of my hometown. It is the sustenance of my thoughts and memories of my hometown. No matter how tortuous and difficult the road ahead may be, I will continue to walk with determination. Because I know that when I return to my hometown again, that cloud will still be there quietly waiting for me.