天上的云儿愿为一条小河;地上的小河愿为一朵云儿。微风徐徐,云儿静静地遥望着美丽的大地,沐浴着太阳的温暖,感受着千百年的沧海桑田;星光点点,云儿听着月亮古老而神奇的故事醉入梦乡。可慢慢长大了的云儿开始有自己的烦恼:厌倦了这安逸的生活,比起那刺激冒险的精彩生命,自己的生活是多么平淡无味。 Clouds in heaven are willing to be a small river; the small river in the earth is a cloud. Breeze slowly, clouds quietly looking at the beautiful land, bathed in the warmth of the sun, feeling the sea of ​​thousands of years; stars little cloud listening to the ancient story of the moon and drunk dreams. The cloud that can grow up slowly begins to have one’s own troubles: Tired of this comfortable life, compared to that wonderful life that stimulates the adventure, how life is so dull and tasteless.