抬起头,仰望蓝天。柔柔的云朵轻轻地飘着,看着那悠然洁白的云朵,我好想养一朵属于自己的云。记得妈妈在闲余的时候总是在看天,而且在每次的仰望中总是会看到妈妈的眼角泛出点点微光。起初我不明白,天空究竟有 Looked up, looking at the blue sky. Gently clouds floating, watching the leisurely white clouds, I really want to raise a cloud of their own. I remember my mother always looking at the days when I was free, and always looked at my mother's eyes a little bit of gleaming. At first I do not understand, the sky is there