After spring spread out between the heavens and the earth, summer was approaching one day and the sun was getting more sharp. Several spring rains cleaned the sky more clear, white clouds a large one, the more clear form, or such as a large cotton, or such as a white quilt; some drifted, strands, such as the rip-off of silk. The weeping willows by the lake were not as delicate as spring, the green silky silky, soft and the leaves lush. The squall opened its voice, sang hysterically, and the loud noise echoed across the forest lake.