When I was a child, looking at the clouds in the sky, I was inevitably full of reverie about them:

Up there-

What could it be?

first order

I wandered around the corner, clutching a math test paper.

It is bright red. 88 is particularly dazzling-

This is my lowest score ever!

Am I at a loss, confused, confused, or-sad?

My heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, but I don't know that tears are all over my face.

two

I quietly raised my pen and wrote a string of numbers fluently on the test paper.

Keep your eyes tightly locked on the surface of the roll, and there will be no slack.

My primary school graduation exam is a matter of success or failure.

Hand in the papers!

Should I relax, be happy, or-be nervous?

three

I didn't fail.

At the same time, I understand—

High above the clouds

It's a cold wind, a wave of setbacks.

Rain is the tears of white clouds! drop from the sky

But after that, the dark clouds will disperse and there will be the beauty of the rainbow.

Witness the experience of Baiyun.

Record the growth of white clouds

Today's white clouds will never be so fragile again.

People, please believe,

Everyone is like a white cloud.

Will cry

However, after that, there will be the beauty of the rainbow. ...