A joke of parallelism

Look, the crimson clouds are spreading gradually. Like a gorgeous red yarn, it flutters gently in the boundless sky. In the faint red light, there is a naughty child, revealing a golden velvet hat from a hidden place. Oh, that's the rising sun, showing a small part of your face! He began to look at this magical world: there are crystal clear streams, lively and lovely birds and exquisite pavilions. He began to appear on the horizon. Suddenly, the sun jumped up hard, slowly revealing a red smiling face, stretching his lazy body. Gradually, the surrounding clouds are also inlaid with a red aperture like a maple leaf. After a while, the sun was all exposed. It changes from deep red to light red, then to yellow, and finally to silver. Radiant, the surrounding clouds were suddenly rosy by the sun and gathered into clouds.