我想到天上玩。那一片片自得像雪花一样的云朵使我着迷,那天空像一块洗净的蓝布,让我向往。假如我来到了天上,就要把那儿看个遍,再大喊一声:“天空,我来了!”假如我来到了天上,我就会撕下一片白云,先闻闻它的气味,那气味一定是香喷喷的,使人流口水,再 I think of playing in the sky. That piece of self-made clouds like snowflakes fascinated me, that sky like a washed blue cloth, let me yearn. If I came to heaven, I would read it over and over again, and shouted again: “Sky, I am coming!” If I came to heaven, I would tear off a white cloud, smell it first, That smell must be fragrant, so drooling, and then