Read prose poems, flaming clouds and videos.

After dinner, a fiery red cloud emerged. The sun reddened the child's face. The big white dog turned red. Red rooster turned into gold. The black hen turned into rosewood. Grandpa, who feeds pigs, leans against the wall, smiling and watching his two little white pigs become little golden pigs. He was about to say, "You've changed, too." A cool man came up to him and said, "You must live a long life. You always have a golden beard. "

The clouds in the sky are burning from west to east, as red as if the sky were on fire.

The flaming clouds in this place vary greatly, from red to gold, from purple to yellow, from gray to lily. Grape ash, pear yellow, eggplant purple, these colors are all in the sky, and some colors can't be said or seen.

After a while, a horse appeared in the sky with its head facing south and its tail facing west. The horse is kneeling, as if waiting for someone to ride on its back before standing up. After two or three seconds, the horse got bigger, its legs stretched, its neck grew, and its tail disappeared. The watchman was looking for the horse's tail, and the horse became blurred.

Suddenly another big dog came. The dog is very fierce. He runs forward and seems to be followed by several puppies. Running and running, the puppy doesn't know where to go, and the big dog is gone.

Then came a big lion, exactly the same as the stone lion in front of the temple, so big, so crouching, fearless and unhurried. But it changed in the blink of an eye and I can't find it anymore.

For a moment, I was in a trance, but I didn't like anything in the sky and I couldn't see anything clearly. You must lower your head, rub your eyes and look at it later. But the sky will not wait for those children who love it. After a while, the fiery red clouds fell.