I am a white cloud floating in the blue sky. I enjoy sunshine and beautiful land every day. I am floating freely in the sky with the wind, sometimes becoming a galloping horse, sometimes becoming a mighty lion, and sometimes becoming a flying eagle.
I drifted, drifted to a poor village. Watching the people in the village keep working, but because of the drought, there is always no good harvest, and people always live a poor life. I decided to stay and help everyone.
In spring, people keep working in the fields, and I am also very busy. I sprinkle rain on the earth to nourish trees and crops. From a distance, patches of green crops danced in the wind, and a faint fragrance floated over.
In summer, the sun scorched the earth, and all the flowers and plants bowed their heads like mimosa. I cried and my tears turned into rain. They tried to absorb the rain, and soon they all straightened up.
In autumn, people are busy harvesting, so they sweat like rain. I shielded them from the sun. In an instant, the weather is much cooler and people are much cooler.
In winter, I turn into snow and cover the grain with a thick quilt. ...
This is me, an inconspicuous cloud, a cloud that silently contributes to nature and mankind.