The sky is orange. In the evening, the sun went home and the sky turned orange, like a gold coin and a pile of rice. Here comes the bird again. It can't control itself. It is always attracted by the sky. The sky has its favorite rice yellow. The sky is the only thing in the bird's heart. It belongs to the bird. The orange sky is the pride of the host at dusk. Take another breath. It is warm and soft. The clouds are coming again, and the sky against them is getting orange and brighter.
The sky is blue, and the sky in Wan Li is blue. That kind of blue is very light, just like a blue crystal, which always gives people a pure and refreshing feeling. Looking at it, my whole heart seems to be empty, and there is only blue sky in front of me. A swallow may pass by at this time, but how can its black and shiny feathers compare with the blue sky? Take a deep breath of the air brought by the sky, so refreshing! Clouds are coming. Against them, the sky is getting bluer and purer.