The sky outside the window is always the same. It has never changed since I was a child. I have lived in this room for 6 years. Day after day, my only memory is my grandfather and a cabinet of books. But at the moment there are only books in the room. When the light came in, I realized that not only the inside of the house, but also the outside of the window was still almost the same as I remembered it from the beginning. I leaned against the window and watched the clouds come slowly from a distance. Some of them hit the mountain and did not go away, while others flowed along the outline of the mountain. When I become an adult next year, where will I go? Grandpa told me many times, and I have seen it in books, that the world should have more than two people, and there are many people living in a vast land, they have a new and diverse life, it should be beautiful there. I fantasize about all kinds of strange things in the house every day. The source of these things comes from books, grandpa’s words, and this window. The wind whistling across, and the sun is also comfortable. In the past, my grandfather always told me the story of the cloud chasers, about those brave and fearless cloud chasers, how they reached the top of the mountain, and saved the ethnic group with their magic pen. But the more books I read, the more illusory and illusory the legends and stories that make my blood boil and touch my heart become, and the world under the clouds becomes more interesting. Moreover, Grandpa said that there have been several generations of clansmen who have not produced cloud chasers, so they should have been eliminated. As for chasing the cloud, although I don't want to think about it anymore, I can't escape it. Because everything in the room is a gift from the cloud chaser to the people, even this window, even the way down the mountain. I gather my thoughts and go to the bookcase to read books, to better understand the beautiful world I am about to go to.