This morning, coming down stairs from my home on the sixth floor, I felt a little colder than before, knowing that there was a light rain at midnight upon seeing the wet on the ground.
The air is moist and cold. Under the trees were fallen yellow leaves, damp and lying there quietly.
The sky was high, white with light blue clouds appearing here and there. In the far east sky it was scarlet, as if burning. I could see the morning sunlight brilliantly shining over the buildings and treetops.
About at 8, the sky was brighter. And it promises a fine day, even though a bit colder than yesterday.
Today the art classes are having drawing lessons for the whole day.
Great! I can handle something of my own.
Hooray!
Qiguogudu@2006-11-3 8:14:36 |