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We all wanted to keep what we loved.
When I were young,I used to look at the sky , it's azure , decorated with white cloud , I imagined it turning into all kinds of crazy things.
When I first learned to paint , I chose to do a picture of the sky.
When I first got my own camera , I took a picture of my beloved sky.
Nevertheless, our impression of the cloud are always nihility and ethereal , likewise, if I could capture the could , somehow I felt like I could hold on to those I had been looking forward to.
Sitting in this sofa , I felt like to cloud is no longer unreadable the cloud.