Poems describing clouds

Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains Author: Wu Jun (Southern and Northern Dynasties)

Smoke is seen coming from the mountains, and the setting sun is glimpsed in the bamboos. Birds fly to the eaves and clouds come out of the window.

Early Spring in Nanhu Author: Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)

The wind has returned and the clouds have stopped, the rain has cleared, and the sun has returned to the lakeside, which is warm and bright. The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly. The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole's speech has not yet been completed.

Tiaoxi Repays Liang Geng and Sees Me After Farewell Author: Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)

How far is the eternal road in Qingchuan? The setting sun sets off a lonely boat. Birds fly far and near to Pingwu, and people follow the flowing water from east to west. The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the bright moon is in front of the stream and behind it. I am melancholy banished to Changsha, and the grass in the rivers and ponds is luxuriant.

Climbing Lanshan Mountain in Autumn to Send Zhang Wu Author: Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty)

In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. Looking at each other and trying to climb high, my heart is flying and chasing birds to death. Worry arises in the dusk, happiness arises in the autumn.

Guan Shan Yue Author: Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay.

Farewell to Dong Da, Two Poems Author: Gao Shi (Tang Dynasty)

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds, white sun, north wind blowing wild geese and snow. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. Liu He fluttered and felt sorry for himself. He left Beijing and Luo for more than ten years.

Wandering at the Setting Sun Author: Ma Dai (Tang Dynasty)

A lonely cloud and a returning bird, thousands of miles apart. Why am I still missing? I haven't returned home for a long time. The trees are under the slight sun, and the autumn mountains are hidden in the distance.

Red lips · Feeling excited Author: Wang Yucheng (Song Dynasty)

The rain hates the clouds, but the south of the Yangtze River is still called a beauty. Shuicun Fishing Market. A thin wisp of solitary smoke. The sky is full of glory, and the journey is like a embroidery in the distance. Life events. At this time, stare. Who would rely on their own will?

Other ancient poems and famous quotes describing clouds

Li Bai's tomb by the Caishi River, surrounded by endless grass and clouds around the fields. ——Bai Juyi's "Li Bai's Tomb"

There are hundreds of grasses and thousands of flowers on the cold food road, whose tree is the incense car tied to? ——Feng Yansi, "The Magpie Steps on the Branches, Where Will the Clouds Go in a Few Days"

In the white clouds of the North Mountain, the hermit feels happy. ——Meng Haoran's "Autumn Climbing Lanshan and Posting Five Pieces"

The silk tubes in Jincheng are crowded day by day, half in the river wind and half in the clouds. ——Du Fu's "Gift to the Flower Queen"

Even if the sky is bright and there is no rain, my clothes will still be stained deep in the clouds. ——Zhang Xu's "A Visitor on a Mountain Tour"

The sun is approaching when you look up, and the white clouds are low when you look back. ——Kou Zhun's "Ode to Mount Hua"

From then on, I stopped sending brocade books, and there was no proof of the clouds and rain in the painting building. ——Yan Jidao's "Qing Ping Le·No one can stay"

The wild geese cut off Hu Tianyue by the clouds, and the sheep returned to Longshang to fill up the grass smoke. ——Wen Tingyun's "Suwu Temple"

Chu Mountain and Qin Mountain are all white clouds, and the director of the White Cloud Department follows you. ——Li Bai's "Baiyun Song Sends Liu Shiliu Back to the Mountain"

The white clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, and the white dew drops drop the autumn moon. ——Li Bai's "Singing under the Moon on the West Tower of Jinling City"

Where are they? There was a sound of chicken outside the clouds. ——Mei Yaochen's "Mountain Trip to Lushan"

The water surface in Nanling is long and leisurely, the wind is tight and the clouds are light and are about to turn into autumn. ——Du Mu's "Nanling Road"

The shadows of the leisurely cloud pond are long and the sun is shining, and things have changed and the stars have moved several autumns. ——Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion"

I once returned to the late green with floating clouds, and still accompany the sunset with the sound of autumn. ——Gao Chan's "Jinling Evening View"

The clear water is vast and the clouds are vast, and the beauty is heartbroken. ——Li Bai's "Early Spring Letter to Wang Hanyang"

A branch of red dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are in vain. ——Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao·Part 2"

The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. ——Li Bai's "Guanshan Moon"

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. ——Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Farewell to Dong Da"

The mountain rises from the human face, and the clouds rise from the horse's head. ——Li Bai "Sending Friends to Shu"

Spring trees in Weibei, dusk clouds in Jiangdong.

——Du Fu's "Recalling Li Bai in Spring"

There is nothing in the mountains, there are many white clouds on the mountains. ——Tao Hongjing "Composing a poem in response to the imperial edict asking what is happening in the mountains"

If you don't see me in the clouds, you will feel sad for autumn at night. ——Ma Dai's "One of Three Nostalgic Poems on the Chu River"

Lying down and looking at the clouds all over the sky, I don't know that the clouds are all east of me. ——Chen Yuyi's "Xiangyi Daozhong"

Qinghuai served as envoy for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on. ——Li Qi's "Qin Song"

There are moving clouds in the sky, and people are in the moving clouds. ——Xin Qiji's "Shengchazi·Wandering Alone in Yuyan"

The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. The day is endless, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers, Thick Mist, and Long Days with Thick Clouds"

He once granted coupons for rain and wind, and borrowed moon stamps for clouds when tired. ——Zhu Dunru's "Partridge Sky·Xidu"

The catkins fall silently and shed tears in spring, and the moving clouds have shadows and the moon is shy. ——Wu Wenying "Huanxisha·Deep Dreaming of Old Journeys Between the Doors"

The rain hates the clouds and the clouds are sad, but Jiangnan is still called a beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Dian Jiang Lip·Gan Xing"

The green mountains and the clouds and rain, how could the bright moon ever be the two towns. ——Wang Changling's "Sending Firewood to the Emperor"

Where is the fallen leaf man? How many floors of Hanyun Road are there. ——Li Shangyin's "Beiqingluo"

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Staying in the clouds, receiving cups in the sky. ——Li Bai "Climbing the Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve"

After the floating clouds parted, the flowing water lasted for ten years. ——Wei Yingwu's "Happy Meeting with Old Friends from Liangchuan on the Huai River"

All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. ——Li Bai "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain"

Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains where the clouds are rising? The snow is covering the blue gate and the horse is not able to move forward. ——Han Yu "Moving to Languan from the left to show his nephew Sun Xiang"

The floating clouds cannot stop the mountains, and the mist on the mountains turns to bewilderment. ——Han Hong "Su Shiyi Mountain"

At night in Niuzhu Xijiang River, there is no cloud in the blue sky. ——Li Bai's "Night Parking in Niuzhu, Nostalgic for the Past"

Because of the infinite beauty of the cloud screen, Fengcheng is cold and afraid of the spring night. ——Li Shangyin's "Wei You"

People are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and feelings are like the wadding stuck to the ground after the rain. ——Zhou Bangyan "Yulou Chun·Peach Creek is not a place to live calmly"

The flowing water will follow the spring far away, and the flowing clouds will always be with whom. ——Yan Jidao, "Linjiang Immortal: First Meeting in Front of Doucao Steps"

The clouds in the sky are far away, and the moon is alone at night. ——Du Fu's "Jianghan"

The white hair is sad and the flowers are falling, and the blue clouds are envious of the flying birds. ——Cen Shen's "Relics to Du Zuo Province"

After combing her bun, she returns to the mirror, and her robe is about to be changed to make it even more fragrant. ——Xue Feng's "Gong Ci"

There are no city walls in the wild clouds, and rain and snow cover the desert one after another. ——Li Qi's "Ancient Military Journey"

The way to heaven and earth is tangible, thinking about the changes in the situation. ——Cheng Hao's "Autumn Day"

The swallows and geese are careless, following the clouds on the west bank of Taihu Lake. ——Jiang Kui's "Dian Crimson Lips·Ding Weidong Passed by Wu Song"

The clear stream is unfathomable, and there are only solitary clouds in the hidden place. ——Chang Jian's "Su Wang Changling Resides in Seclusion"

The waves in the river are also surging from the sky, blocking the wind and clouds to the ground. ——Du Fu's "Eight Poems of Autumn, One"

The clouds are still there behind the green mountains, and four or five peaks in the southeast are drawn. ——Lang Shiyuan's "Looking South from Berlin Temple"

The white clouds look back and merge, and the green mist enters to see nothing. ——Wang Wei's "Zhongnan Mountain"

The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. ——Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"

Looking back at the middle stream under the sky, the unintentional clouds are chasing each other on the rocks. ——Liu Zongyuan's "The Fisherman"

There are layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountains, and fireworks in the clouds are home to people. ——Liu Yuxi's "Nine Poems on Bamboo Branches·Nine"

It's almost noon with light clouds and gentle breeze, and the flowers and willows are passing by the Qianchuan River. ——Cheng Hao's "Spring Day Comes Occasionally·The Clouds Are Light and the Breeze Is Near Noon"

The mountain moon does not know what is on its mind, the water and wind empty the flowers in front of the eyes, and the green clouds sway slanting. ——Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan·Ten Thousands of Hate"

I hear the sorrow of the ape in silence, and see the clouds closing when I walk. ——Li Bai's "Xun Gaofeng Shimen Mountain Zhongyuan Danqiu"

I went to the south of the Yangtze River in a small boat, traveling in the lonely clouds.

——Zhu Dunru, "Picking Mulberries·Penglangji"

The old house in the mountains and rivers is empty of text and algae, and the deserted platform is full of clouds and rain. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems on Ancient Relics·Part 2"

Dreams on a bed of ice and silver cannot come true, the sky is as clear as water and the clouds are light at night. ——Wen Tingyun's "The Resentment of Yao Se"

I also doubt that the Yao mirror is flying in the blue clouds. ——Li Bai's "Gu Lang Yue Xing"

The wind driven the rain and sprinkled the high city, and the clouds pressed lightly with the sound of thunder. ——Liu Ji's "Heavy Rain on May 19th"

The Tianhe River turns at night and drifts back to the stars, and the flowing clouds in Yinpu imitate the sound of water. ——Li He's "The Ballad of Heaven"

It is cool in May in the thatched pavilion of Panasonic, and the clouds and trees in Tingsha are green in the evening. ——Dai Shulun's "Inscription on the Landscape of Zhichuan"

Yun Kai's vision of Hanyang City is like a lonely sail. ——Lulun's "Late Visit to Ezhou"

The Yunshan Mountains of the Three Jin Dynasties all face north, and the wind and rain of the Erling Mountains come from the east. ——Cui Shu, "Nine Days on the Immortal Platform to See the Appearance of Liu Ming's Mansion"

The light clouds are far away, and the sky is red at dusk in the cold sun. ——Xu Chang Tu "Linjiang Fairy·Drinking and leaving the pavilion to the west"

The white clouds are thousands of miles away, and the bright moon is in front of the stream and behind it. ——Liu Changqing's "The Resentment of the Exalted Immortal: The Sunset is Low on Qingchuan River"

The clouds rise above the sea and the plum blossoms cross the river in spring. ——Du Shenyan's "Early Spring Tour with Lu Cheng in the Jinling Mausoleum"

Let's take advantage of the moonlight in Dongting and buy wine by the white clouds on the boat. ——Li Bai's "Five Poems on a Tour of Dongting Lake·Part 2"

When Xuanzong returned to his horse, Concubine Yang died, and although the clouds and rain were gone, the sun and the moon were renewed. ——Zheng Tian's "Mawei Slope"

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower. ——Li Qingzhao's "One Cut Plum·Autumn with the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and Remaining Jade Mat"

The floating clouds and catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away. ——Han Yu's "Listening to Master Ying Playing the Qin"

Yu Xin's articles are more mature and mature, and Ling Yunjian's writing is full of ideas. ——Du Fu's "One of the Six Quatrains of Play"

The wind returns and the clouds stop, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright again. ——Bai Juyi's "Early Spring in Nanhu"

It didn't take long to arrive like a spring dream, but it didn't take long to leave like a morning cloud with nowhere to find. ——Bai Juyi's "Flowers Are Not Flowers"

Raising your head to the floating clouds in the northwest, you need a long sword to lean against the sky thousands of miles away. ——Xin Qiji's "Water Dragon's Song·Crossing the Shuangxi Tower of Nanjian"

The clouds are steaming in the dreamland, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. ——Meng Haoran "Looking at Dongting Lake as a Gift to Prime Minister Zhang"

The mountains are dark and cloudy, and the weather is cold and rainy. ——Wang Yan's "Nan Kezi·Mountain Dark Clouds"

The spring clouds blow away the rain on the Xiang curtain, and the sticky butterflies fly back. ——Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man·Spring Clouds Blowing the Rain from the Xiang Curtain"

The fragrant grass and emotions are all in the way of the horse, and the good clouds cover the buildings everywhere. ——Luo Yin's "Meeting an Old Friend in Wei City"

The floating clouds are not named Juyi, but the name of the inaction is Lotte. ——Li Chen's "Diao Bai Juyi"

Dongwu looks at Yuhang, and the sea of ??clouds is far away. ——Su Shi's "Nanxiangzi·He Yang Yuanshi moved to Mizhou"

The clouds in the painting are flying towards Nanpu, and the bead curtain rolls in the rain from the west mountain at dusk. ——Wang Bo's "Poems of Prince Teng's Pavilion"

The solitary cloud and the returning bird travel thousands of miles apart. ——Ma Dai's "Wistful Look at the Sunset"

It's not without the floating clouds under our feet. We don't know each other when we come and we don't stay when we go. ——Zheng Xie's "Inscription on Orchid"

Thousands of clouds and peaks are approaching in the pillow, and the sound of pine trees under the bed is mournful. ——Zeng Gongliang's "Staying in the Monk's House at Ganlu Temple"

We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in Miao Yunhan. ——Li Bai's "One of the Four Poems of Drinking Alone Under the Moon"

To have taste in the Qing Dynasty is to be incompetent, to love a solitary cloud quietly and to love a monk in leisure. ——Du Mu "Going to Wuxing to enjoy the joy of traveling to the original place"

The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, the air is like a gossamer, and a wisp of lingering fragrance is here, hoping for a wealthy wanderer. ——Xu Zaisi's "The Order of Gui Gui·Spring Love"

The world is as short as a spring dream, and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds. ——Zhu Dunru, "Moon over the Xijiang River: Things are as short as a spring dream"

Thick as spring clouds and light as smoke, with uneven green reaching the riverside. ——Ji Yun's "The Landscape from Fuchun to Yanling is Very Beautiful"

Hongyan can't bear to listen to the sorrow, the cloud and mountain conditions are like those of a guest. ——Li Qi's "Farewell to Wei Wan's Capital"

Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are so dark.

——Li Bai "Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin"

The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. ——Wang Changling's "Seven Poems on the Military March·Part 4"

Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"

Spring mountains are far away on the river, and dusk clouds are long below the mountains. ——Ge Changgeng's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Spring on the River and Mountains Far Away"

Thousands of miles away, the clouds are flat at dusk, and the candles are lit on the south tower. It will be clear in the evening. ——Lv Wei Lao "Xiaozhong Mountain·During the Chinese Valentine's Day Illness"

Wu Si, Shutong and Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds. ——Li He's "Li Ping Kong and Hou Yin"

The sound of the shengxiao cuts through the water and clouds, and the sound of the colorful clothes fills the air. ——Li Yu's "Magnolia·The dawn makeup is beginning to clear the skin and the snow is brightening"

Birds fly to the eaves, and clouds come out of the window. ——Wu Jun's "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains"

Beautiful sentences describing clouds

Looking up at the sky, beautiful clouds are floating in the sky, which makes me feel as relaxed as the clouds.

The fluffy blue-gray clouds are like a flock of dispersed cool birds, racing low on the sea.

The clouds in the valley seem to have come out of the valley. I don’t know which painter accidentally overturned his ink bottle. Pieces, piles, thick or light, spread out and stuck together. They are stuck together, inseparable, and unevenly spread, making it difficult for people to see the true face of the valley.

This deep color almost renders half of the sky, very beautiful. Look at it carefully, its color changes from light yellow to orange-red, blending with the color of the sky, as beautiful as a watercolor painting in art.

The white clouds are indeed worth admiring. They are like cotton in groups, rolled in and out like waves, surrounded like mountains, standing here like wild beasts: thousands of The state is nothing short of amazing.

I saw the clouds that were as clear as spring water, and filled with pleasant warmth, like a huge swan, holding up its snow-white chest that had never been messed up by anyone. .

The clouds in the sky are like white sheep, like continuous mountain peaks, like galloping horses, like mighty lions, like rolling waves, like piled cotton wool, like glowing fish scales.

Groups of dark clouds, like a group of monsters specializing in destruction, took advantage of the wind to speed through the chaotic sky.

The sun is approaching the treetops on the top of the back mountain. The wisps of white clouds in the sky look like they have been dyed with red sand powder, dipped in indigo, and inlaid with gold wire. They are gorgeous and colorful.

The clouds are like thousands of belated hibiscus, or like the curls of slowly blowing gauze, or like the turbulent river flowing thousands of miles away, mysterious and unpredictable, and extremely changeable.

The clouds are like the veil of a Kazakh girl, covering her beautiful face, and like a snow-white cotton frame that is not stained with dust. When you look at it, you will feel that the clouds are right in front of your eyes and within your reach. .

The sky was as hot as a big steamer, and dark clouds were coming from the Laoniushan Mountain in the west. There were some sporadic flashes of lightning on the horizon, but no thunder yet. Only the low and continuous buzzing sound was heard coming from the distant sky, giving people a terrifying message that a heavy thunderstorm was coming.

The white clouds floated, floated, and were slowly torn into strands by the wind, and then gradually melted into the blue sky.

The clouds in the sky are in various shapes and changes; if you are not careful, it will turn into another cloud and you will not be able to find it. It is moving slowly, sometimes like A dragon sometimes looks like a crocodile with its mouth wide open, sometimes it looks like a luxurious car like you have never seen before.

Looking up, the long gray clouds in the sky blocked the blue sky, like a tent, using the entire wasteland as its ground.

The black clouds in the sky were running in the sky like demons, causing thunder and lightning and stone-like raindrops to attack each other.

Sometimes they are so confusing that the entire mountainous area forms a vast sea, leaving only the highest peaks, like dots of islands in the sea. This is the famous sea of ??clouds in Huangshan.

When the wind is nice and the sun is shining, Baiyun accompanies the brothers and sisters for a walk. When the wind blows, it moves. Look! Now it looks like a flower, with round petals, look! It has turned into a cute pet dog again, and the ears are so similar! This is all because it is happy, and it becomes endless when it is happy.

In the sapphire sky, there are snow-like clouds floating in the sky. They are floating carelessly in the sky, thick or light, gathering or dispersing, and changing shapes from time to time, as if in the sky. Showing you that it is the incarnation of everything.

At noon, there often appear many golden-gray round and high clouds with soft white edges, like many islands, scattered in the endless flooding river, surrounded by pure water.

The billowing dark clouds are like thousands of naked horses, galloping and jumping in Tianchi: with a movement of the hoof, thousands of silver flowers are kicked up, and with a sweep of the tail, heavy snow is thrown up.

There are a few white clouds like white threads in the sky, coated with a layer of sunset glow, like bright and eye-catching colored satin, decorating the blue sky.

The blue sky serves as the curtain, and the white clouds serve as the protagonists. Occasionally, a few skylarks pass by, leaving echoes of their chirping, which actually forms a colorful picture. Gives people an indescribably wonderful feeling.

In the sky, white clouds are still floating slowly. They look like flocks of white sheep for a while, and turn into wisps of smoke for a while.

In the evening, the bright red sun is about to set. The setting sun illuminates the clouds. The golden light is shining everywhere and it is so beautiful. Among the color changes are eggplant, purple, pear, yellow, grape ash, etc. Suddenly a clever and lively little monkey jumped here and there, as if performing acrobatics! Soon, another horse appeared, and they went hand in hand, and disappeared after a while.

I saw the clouds swimming closer to the red ball: the strands turned into strands; the wisps turned into strips. Later, they squeezed together affectionately, all covered by the clouds. In the golden glow, embraced by the sun.

The sky is very clear, with only a few white clouds moving slowly. They are like a few balls of freshly fluffed cotton wool, wiping the blue and transparent space to make it more transparent and sparkling.

The mountains in the distance are covered with colorful clothes of sunset, and the milky white clouds on the other side have become as bright red as fire ribbons.

The floating clouds in the sky dissipated piece by piece like cotton, and green laughing boxes appeared in several places.

The black cloud piled up into a whole piece, like a thick piece of iron, gradually sinking to the ground; it seemed that it had already covered the ridge of the roof, and would flatten the house after a while.

Cirrus clouds float in strands, sometimes like a piece of white feathers, sometimes like a piece of white yarn.

The fire clouds in this place change a lot. Sometimes they are red, sometimes they are golden, sometimes they are half purple and half yellow, sometimes they are half gray and half lily, grape gray, pear yellow, eggplant purple, these are the colors in the sky. All.

When it was dark, the sky turned completely black, not a single cloud could be seen, only countless small stars blinking. The bright moon hangs in the sky, illuminating the way forward for pedestrians.

The white clouds come and go, rising and falling, like surging waves, filled with smoke and clouds, vast and boundless, like the undulating sea.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and milky gray thin clouds flow through the sky like a stream. The crescent moon is like a reflection in the stream, swaying, and smiling faces appear from the clouds from time to time.

The sky there is always so blue and translucent, like a sapphire washed with clear water.

The vast sea of ??clouds is still, solid, and pale in color, like an eternal wasteland, giving people a sense of terror.

The flowing colorful clouds in the relaxed fragments dance gracefully in the sky from time to time, seeming to be smiling, and also seeming to be slightly drunk.

The sea under your feet is too calm, too gentle, and too soft. The crystal white light shining from the depths of the sea of ??clouds has an indescribable allure, seeming to call people watching the sea to jump. Go down and take a poetic dip.

In the early morning, although there were not many clouds in the sky, they were very beautiful. In the hazy fog, there were a few faint clouds, which condensed lightly in the boundless sky. The sky gradually gets brighter, and the sun comes out, shining on these clouds, making them look more beautiful.

The sea of ??clouds is soaring, wisps and wisps, playing in various shapes between the mountains. Sometimes it is like the rising and rolling waves of the sea, and sometimes it is like the water of the Yangtze River. Surge forward and turn backward.

The cloud seemed to have remembered its mission, and immediately stopped playing with the stars, took off its black clothes, put on colorful "court clothes", and went to meet their leader, the sun.

The sky is gray, and the clouds have lost their shape, like the water basin used for washing the inkstone, some are deep and some are shallow, chaotic.

The dark clouds before the rain were very thick and heavy, and there was no wind. The air condensed, and the whole sky seemed to collapse.

The cracks in the clouds, like a curtain being pulled open, are getting bigger and bigger, and the beautiful blue sky finally unfolds on the earth.

There is a wisp of tender red on the eastern horizon, and the white clouds are also rimmed with gold. The green morning mist covers the villages and trees in the distance. The pool water lights up, exuding a cool and fresh breath.

The clouds are like cotton, and they are like waves. They are crowded there like mountains, standing there like wild beasts, and there are thousands of states, all of which are strange.

The clouds on the mountainside are like a white gauze, a ribbon, and a clear spring, surrounding them casually and naturally. They are light, soft, and lying softly, as lazy as a sleeping beauty. , as white and quiet as a pure little fairy. When the wind comes, it becomes lighter, and then becomes thicker after a while. The clouds and the mountains have a certain reluctance in one way or another. The clouds surround the mountains, and the mountains are lined with clouds. It’s really In response, he said, "Clouds arise from the mountains, and the mountains correspond to the clouds."

There are several extremely thin clear clouds, some are as white as newly picked cotton, and some are reddish like the color of a beautiful woman's face.

The beauty of the clouds, with their various shapes, makes me love and cherish them. At the same time, it encourages me not to be confused about life. After the thick clouds, there will be sunny days. It is not a big deal to clear the clouds and see the sun. As long as I walk on bravely. , you will succeed in everything in the world!