他出生于一个小村庄,那里有山,有水。他和父母住在一间白墙黑瓦的小平房里,每天无忧无虑地玩耍。累了,悄悄地爬上屋顶,弯曲着腿,托着下巴,呆呆地望着天空上一片又一片的白云,他喜欢叫它们“小小云”。他把每一片小小云想象成不同的模样,编造出一个又一个有趣的故事。他喜欢盯着一朵小小云从天的这边飘到那边,飘到看不见,做着自己的梦。上幼儿园了,老师总喜欢讲一些很奇怪的东西,他什么也听不 He was born in a small village with mountains and water. He and his parents live in a small white-brick black-white cottage, playing happily every day. Tired, quietly climbed the roof, bending his legs, holding his chin, staring blankly on the sky another piece of white clouds, he likes to call them “little cloud ”. He imagines each little cloud into a different look and creates interesting story after story. He likes to stare at a little cloud drifting from the side of the sky over there, drifting to the invisible, doing his dreams. Kindergarten, the teacher always likes to talk about some very strange things, he did not hear anything