Salute

A sock is a cloud, a section cloud, warm go with feet, go where is home, go everywhere is nest, yesterday went so many place, in the morning going place is bed, bare feet kick around, sock fell to the ground and clouds lying on all ground and have half in the bedside, that is a half cloud unwilling to lag behind, it does not lose in this morning when not rise, I was returned from where dream started, the bed only one body, at night my yellow warm socks, fell from the bed to the ground, also can saying is floating, I am embarrassed, socks would fly ~, drifted whole 26 hours.

My socks many, very small, disorderly fly in my room, only wearing at the feet of those are dependable, every day I want to thank them, socks surname Wa, last name Zi, easily remembered, having name things are not only things, I would probably regard them as a person, they are very clever and considerate, can talk, every day say honeyed words with you, you don't know, so lovely, so socks can fly, with person.

Good socks have good foot type.

At daybreak I bask the socks on the windowsill, when the wind comes, there are the clouds in home, looking at them, I would laugh, I know they are happy, everyone hope to fly free like clouds.
Good socks, be good socks.
 

【编辑：陈耀杰】