Elephant Valley in the Wind

When you raise your head, the clouds in the sky seem to be at hand. The clouds are like various marshmallows, especially white and cute against the blue sky. When you look around, the green mountains and dark blue sky are like a beautiful painting, and the breeze is slowly kissing your cheeks. The warm sunshine shines on the body, and the leaves swaying in the wind add a touch of romance; but when I lower my head, I can see that the road is still a dirt road and the clothes on my body are made of rags. The soles of the cloth shoes made by my mother have been rubbed through, and the uppers have been scratched. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.