A poem praying for a burning cloud.

Tang Hanyuan

I think the cloud hasn't come back yet,

Spring becomes beautiful and sunny.

As deep as colorful inclined cabinets,

Broken like flowers scattered on the clothes.

The sky is dark,

Idle photos are faintly visible in the mirror.

Where the dawn comes, the water is very low,

Infinite mandarin ducks are jealous.

pink clouds

Tangwangzhou

Whispering produces afterglow,

Layers are like cracks.

The wind is cut into pieces,

Suspected fairy costume.

pink clouds

Don Xu Yin

Who is in the sky,

I like afterglow and morning glow.

This is a thousand-year-old wine from Dongfu.

I bought some clothes in Lingshan.

The wild burning flame is even a game,

Clouds are gathering, and at first glance.

Old students are willing to study biology,

Eat your heart and fly to Han Fei.

Early looking at Hai Xia side.

Tang Libai

Four Ming and three thousand Li,

The weather in Chicheng is sunny.

Sunrise is red,

Pink glow shines on the snow cliff.

A meal of throat lotion,

Jinsha in five years.

Raise your hand and wait,

Qinglong white tiger car.