Poems describing clouds in the sky

Poems about clouds in the sky 1. Poems about clouds

1, the pond rises with the dragon at dusk, and the river is crowded with geese in autumn. -Don Li Shangyin's "Reading Clouds"

2. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. -Gao Shi "Don't be big"

3, good rain without rain, wind without wind, only relying on heaven as a dangerous rock. -Tang Qiji

4, a sense of Yin Qi, illness, such as play it by ear. -Don Liu Yuxi's View of the Cloud

5, Lingshan store cloud, full of early morning. -Tang Lu Chang.

6. Cai Yun was shocked at the end of the year and was entangled in the lonely mountain. -scattered into five colors, condensed into a sadness. -Tang Liyong's "Reading Clouds"

7, stand up and increase your meaning, see the lonely cloud in the peak. -Tang Cui He's "There are Clouds in the East Peak Pavilion Ridge"

The sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice, and it is gloomy and Wan Li congeals. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

9. White clouds rise from the girders, and the atmosphere never stops. -Don liqiao "Cloud"

10, far from Hanshan, there are people in the depths of white clouds. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"

1 1, the sky is overcast. -Don Xu Kangzuo's Twilight Yun Lan

12, the Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"

13, tangible things are not tired, and no trace goes with the wind. -Tang Jiaoran's "Five Miscellaneous Poems of Yun Xi Nanchi"

14, watching the clouds all day without looking back is like heartless incompetence. -Poor glory.-Pian Yu, where does sunny Wan Li come from? -Don Mutu's Cloud

15, the bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. -Guan Shanyue of Li Bai

16, birds crossing the river, holding trees and apes singing. -don't hide from the Tang dynasty, when it rains. -Don Mutu's Cloud

17, the desert sinks and the sunset shines, and Cangwu martial arts depend on each other. -Don Xu Yin's Cloud

18, sunny early spring, high heart looking at Suyun. -Colorful Jade, Purple Gas Reservoir Yuan Jun-Tang Chenmu's Three Suyun in Early Spring Dawn

19, the mountain is quiet and the clouds spit at the beginning, touching the stone slightly. -Tang Zhangfu

20. Looking at home from the west in the sun, I will hang up in Jiu Feng. -"Xiangyun" by Tang Wu Shang Hao

2 1, but which corner of the mountain, through so many clouds, how do I know? . -Jia Dao's Absence Notes

22, static is to wait for the vegetation, and then move again. -Don Xing Jixun's Cloud

23. Xiangyun rises and Qingshan is new. -Don Li Shen's "A Cloud Mountain"

24, the wild path is black, Jiang Zhouming. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

25, lying in the depths is really quiet, and the summit is immortal. -Tang Qiji's "Looking at the Cloud"

26, will make five colors, for auspicious purple. -Tang Lizhong's Cloud

27, Yin to frost, sunny to plum. -Tang Lizhong's "Spring Cloud"

28. Cuilou is foggy, and Lianfeng has late clouds. -Don Li Shimin's "Fu Hande Yun Feng"

29. Ruiyun reflects thousands of miles, and it is bright and new. -Tang Yu ji zi "Singing Clouds"

2. Complete collection of poems describing clouds

1, the bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue")

2, the birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go alone. (Li Bai: (Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain))

However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . (Jia Dao: An absence note)

4, the wild path is black, and the river boat is bright. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

The moon rises like a mirror and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace. (Li Bai: "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry")

6. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")

7. Bai Di Cai Yun resigned, and it took a long time to reach Jiangling. (Li Bai: "Early Making Baidicheng")

8. In the distance, there are people in the depths of white clouds. (Du Mu: "Mountain Walk")

9. The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. (Wang Zhihuan: Liangzhou Ci)

10, the sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate. (Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)

1 1, sunny and early spring, with high hopes for Suyun. Colorful lights floating jade, purple gas reservoir Yuan Jun .. (Tang Chen Shi Mu: "Dawn in Early Spring")

12, standing to increase the distance, looking at the lonely cloud of the peak. (Tang Cuihe: "A Cloud on the Ridge of Dongfeng Pavilion")

13, the ground is like white clouds, flying over Tianqu. (Dong Tang Sigong: "Nian Yun")

14, the dragon is like a winding pond, and the river is deep and white. (Don Du Fu: Cloud)

15, birds crossing the river, holding trees and apes singing. Don't hide in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and wait for the rain. (Don: Yun)

3. Poems describing clouds

First, "Wang Yue"

Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

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How majestic is Mount Tai? Walking out of Qilu, you can still see Qingfeng. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful scenery, and the south and the north separate the morning and the evening. Layers of white clouds, clean up the gullies in the chest; Go back to the birds and fly into the eyes of the scenery. We must climb to the top of Mount Tai, overlooking the mountains, full of lofty sentiments.

Second, "Autumn Ci"

Author Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

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I feel sad and lonely every autumn since ancient times, but I think autumn is better than spring. In the clear sky of Wan Li, a crane flies in the sky, which triggered my poetry about the blue sky.

Third, "Qiantang Lake Spring Tour"

Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty,

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

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Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple, strolling in the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the white clouds hang low at the beginning of the lake. Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud. Wild flowers will be dazzling when they are competing to open, and spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall. The beautiful scenery in the east of the favorite lake is unforgettable. Rows of willow trees pass through a white sand embankment.

Fourth, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

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Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.

Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright. When the morning comes, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.

V. "Man Jiang Hong Xie Honghuai"

Author Yue Fei, Song Dynasty

Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.

Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.

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I was so angry that my hair stood on end. I raised my hat and leaned against the railing. The rain has just stopped in Mao Mao. Looking up and looking around, I saw a vast land, sighing and sighing, and my heart was full of patriotism. Although some fame has been established for more than 30 years, it is as insignificant as dust. The north and south fought for 8 thousand miles and experienced many storms.

Don't waste your time, your hair is all white, and only one person regrets it. Jing Kangnian's great shame has not been cleared. When will the resentment of officials disappear? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be razed to the ground. I am full of ambition. I eat the enemy's meat when I am hungry, and I drink the enemy's blood when I am thirsty. I want to start all over again, recover the old rivers and mountains, and worship the old capital Jingque.

4. Poems about the sky or clouds

The rainy sky (prose poems), the distant sky, cries like a song, just like deep thoughts under a wet umbrella.

On rainy days, the mood is always as heavy as this gloomy sky, and the mood is like this peach slowly diving into the silent river. How can the stranded ship sail out of the curved harbor? Does that white sail still belong to you tonight? At present, the river drifting in late spring is full of spring scenery.

Which shining petal is my sky? Two small rotating umbrellas are brewing unspeakable winter, and a cold landscape blocks two thin walls.

On the other side of the wall, around the story that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, the spring rain is dripping and the street lights are wet. Several bundles of melancholy hung between Yumei's eyelids, hanging in a long winter. When the spring warbler comes, the sky will still be a long rainy season.

Who broke the willow branches and inserted them in the unopened heart embankment, interacting with sad tunes every night, burying the incomplete memories and letting the rain wet the sad eyes? In the rainy season, the sky is full of acacia vines, and pure thoughts are covered by the flowers that bloom next time. In the fresh petals, there are 18 spring and autumn fantasies and towering beliefs, standing on the head of the rainy season.

Under the umbrella, the fairy tale dyed with spring scenery opens again. Can that tired little umbrella write an intriguing poem? The rainy season sky still shows a faint smile.

Is there still your beautiful image in that smile? Another song: the clouds in the sky slowly swayed with the wind, covering the blazing sun. Through the curtain woven by drizzle, I saw the sky overflow with sadness in July.

Missing blooms quietly in my heart with the night, and I can't erase the dust and lock my dreams. Hide the broken soul deeply.

I only saw the crystal tears wet the pages of poetry. My sky, my heart, would you like to hear a gust of wind in the sky, blessings from afar, friendships made online, the distance between hearts, and the fourth space beyond? I perceive the world, my sky, my paradise with my eyes, and there is another song: I stare at my strong feet and spread out in this narrow circle like a seagull. Freedom, loneliness, laughter in the dark and warm world, your palm across the winter dawn and dusk, this cup of wine quietly waiting for your embellishment. The corner of the garden is cold and soft. The sun shines on your body planted in the soil every day, resisting the last frost, penetrating the grass in the soil and slipping through your fingers with a sigh. At this moment, the blue sky is shining with a pair of wings to show. The deformed castle has a smooth back, crying and laughing, flashing into pearl-like eyes like radio waves. Men sing hoarse love songs and light the night in early spring. Responder: 0kwkx Time: 2010-03-2613:12: 00 Dreaming of the sky, I like to look down at the Milky Way and the sky, and dreams and illusions are drifting away in the distance. The higher I climb, the more I can look up at a tree flowing into my eyes and spreading my pure life among the clouds. The song of praise swings on the horizon like a crescent moon. The golden glitz sank into the noisy sea and blew away the dust of war with a green leaf. The name of the inflated balloon is love that the heart can't touch. Hold it tightly. It is as solid as the history written with footprints and as deep as the river of love full of wind and rain. I can have a bird's eye view of the infinite scenery outside Feng Gang. There are also infinite streets in vertical distance. Guo Moruo (Guo Kaizhen) is far away/street lamp/clear, as if/flashing/countless.

The stars/stars/lights in the sky seem to be/burning/countless/street lamps. I think there must be a/beauty/market in that/ethereal/air.

Some things are in the market/on display/must be in/in the world/absent/rare. Look, that shallow/Tianhe must be/is not very/wide.

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl across the river will be able to/ride an ox/come and go freely. I think/they must be hanging out in the street at the moment.

Look at that meteor. It's them/carrying lanterns/walking. The sky in summer is blue, clear and pure. It is a paradise for the lonely, a home for the sad and a paradise for the fallen. It is a comfort to all souls. The sky can hold all the sorrows in the world. It can turn into white clouds and wind, making the world fuzzy and empty. At the age of sixteen, the sky is sometimes clear and sometimes windy. Blind and degenerate, Skyhawk can resist the wind and rain, because in his mind, there is only one goal: to fly to the sun, and the sparrows with distracting thoughts fall and struggle by the sea. This is a place where he has never been. The water is salty, the sand is boiling, it can't fly, it can't stand, the sky is still clear, the sea is still vast, but he might as well die. The eagle landed beside the sparrow and watched its feathers shake and its eyelids close. Only sigh and lament, the sixteen-year-old sky is clear and clean.

5. Poems describing clouds

1. The colorful clouds are shocking the old and full of lonely mountain heads.

2. The Cuilou is foggy, and the Lotus Peak has a sunset glow.

3. Yun Qi, Shanxin.

White clouds rise from the girder, and the atmosphere never stops.

White clouds rise in the distance and sway in the clear sky.

6. If you look at the clouds all day and don't look back, if you don't care, you will look incompetent.

7. The ground smells like white clouds, and the sky covers Tianzhu.

8. Stand and increase your distance, and look at the peaks and lonely clouds.

9. The drought in the field will dry up before the white clouds on the ridge disperse.

10. On a sunny and early spring day, I look forward to Suyun with high heart.

1 1. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky and is in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.

12. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.

13. But through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .

14. Wild trails and clouds are all black, while rivers and boats are bright.

15. The moon rises like a mirror and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace.

16. It's daytime in Huang Yun, thousands of miles away, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another.

17. Say goodbye to Bai Di Caiyun and return to Jiangling one day.

18. There are people in the depths of the white clouds.

19. The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.

20. The sand sea has deepened unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate.