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Poetry with sky.

The poem "Tian" is as follows:

1, there is no dust in the sky, and there is a lone moon wheel in the sky.

The river and the sky are the same color, without any tiny dust, only a solitary moon hangs high in the bright sky.

2. Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

Counting the delayed bells and drums, the more nights, the longer. Look up at the stars until dawn in the east.

3, the clear sky cranes row clouds, attracting poetry and fairies.

In the clear sky of Wan Li, a crane flew in the sky, which triggered my poetry to rise to the blue sky.

4. During the day, it is as cool as water at night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting in the bedroom staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.

5, the sunset reflects the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.

The mountains set off the sunset, the blue sky and the river. The grass is unfriendly and extends to the horizon beyond the sunset.

6, read it, a thousand miles of smoke, the sky is heavy.

Thinking about going back to the south, it is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there are waves of smoke, and the foggy days in Chu are endless.

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

The moon reflects the river, just like flying a mirror tomorrow; Clouds rise and change endlessly, forming a mirage.

8. Leaning against the dangerous building and looking at the spring, it is already dark.

I stood on a tall building, the gentle spring breeze was blowing head-on, and I looked far away, and endless worries and gloom filled the sky.

9, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping.

The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on maple trees and fishing fires by the river.

10, the sky meets clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. As if the dream soul belonged to the emperor.

Today is a foggy day, with fog in the morning. The Milky Way is turning, and Qian Fan is drifting like a shuttle.