C158 Reconstruct

Early in the morning, the morning wind blew wildly outside the window, stirring the leaves and making them rustle. Sunlight sprinkled down through the gaps of the leaves, and golden lines connected the sky and the earth tightly, like strings on a harp.

On the road, the old man led the naughty children to school. The children skipped and skipped. They were like a kite fluttering in the wind