Poems and ancient poems describing white clouds

A beautiful poem describing white clouds

1, the white clouds rose to the distant cave and swayed into the clear sky. Multiplied with the book, it is unintentional. If you want to sell it, you still have to take the sky, which will be more because of the wind. Love is thin and difficult to decide, and the sky is high and the color is poor. Shadow closes the vitality table, and light extinguishes emptiness. If you walk from the dragon, you will also give.

I don't feel the change, although the mountains are getting dark, cloudy autumn has piled up the sky.

White clouds rise from the girder, and the atmosphere never stops. Brocade touches the stone, and the shadow shines. Smoke for thousands of years, autumn moon hides. Will enter the wind song, from dragon to round que.

4, the road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, otherwise idle cranes forget the machine. Go to Xiangyang platform for no reason, and send Xiang Wang back to the rain at dusk.

5, Huangxiang Baiyun, flying over Tianzhu. As the moon reflects on the renewal front, branches and leaves from the wind apply. Staggered through the pavilion and suddenly fell from the sky. Because the wind looks far away, peace lingers for a long time.

6, the obstacles, the source is modest. Dawn enters Dongting and dusk returns to Wuxia Gorge. Cross the river with the shadow of birds, hug trees and sing with apes. Don't hide in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and wait for the rain.

7. Dark clouds cover the mountains, while white rain jumps over the boat.

8, slow smoke like willow floating. So, I am on the verge of flying to the pavilion and want to return to the vicious circle. Love songs draw fans, and scenery is made into soft strips. More Nainan, Niuzhu night.

9, it will be more horrible than the crane, and it is not as good as the snow at first. The breeze leads further, and the lonely Nair River is clear.

10, I don't look back at the clouds all day long, even if I don't care, I look incompetent. Poor Glory-Pian Yu, where does sunny Wan Li come from?

1 1, come back from the void, and the savage leans on it at leisure. I don't know that I have no roots, but I cover the sun, the moon and the stars.

12, the dragon is like a bend, and the river is deep. The gorge often rises all year round, and the forest will pass every night. Harvest the word frost Zhu, obviously in the evening cen. Gaozhai is not a place, exquisite and annoying.