What metaphors are there to praise the hometown Lhasa and the sky?

The sky in Lhasa, You Lan, is deep and brighter than precious stones.

The sky in Lhasa is as blue as it has just been washed.

The sky in Lhasa is a piece of transparent glass, like a silk handkerchief. Some little white cloud stay in the blue sky, like flowers embroidered on scarves.

The sky is extremely bright blue, with only a few gauze-like light clouds, just like a girl.

Clouds in the sky have a large group of clouds painted together like horseheads, howling upward.

The sky blue is like a sea water, and several floating white clouds are magnificently dotted in the sky, like a wonderful dream.

The sky is always so blue and bright, like a sapphire washed by clear water.

The sky is like a veiled bride, red.

The sky is like me, blue is crystal clear, blue is crystal clear, white clouds are my innocence, and rainbows are my happiness.

The sky is like an inverted red pigment, a beautiful red.

In the blue sky, seabirds come in droves, like floating white clouds.

The cloudless sky in Wan Li was originally light blue, like clear sea water. Now the blue is getting heavier and heavier, bluer and thicker, like the sea water deepening layer by layer.

The sky blue is like a sea water, and several floating white clouds are magnificently dotted in the sky, like a wonderful dream.

The light blue sky is quiet, with a little cloud, like transparent clothes, like combed feathers, like distant mountains, like a silver stream on the plain. They walked slowly, as if through a beautiful fairyland.

God is like a very smooth sapphire and a beautifully woven blue satin. It looks very close to you, just raise your hand and you can touch it. It seems so far away from you that you can't get close to it. The blue sky is really beautiful against the white clouds.

The sky is extremely bright blue, with only a few gauze-like light clouds, just like a girl wearing a gorgeous blue summer dress with a thin white scarf around her neck. I have never seen such a beautiful sky!

In the vast night sky, the stars are like pearls scattered on a jasper plate. The stars blink, hide in the clouds for a while, and then come out, as if playing hide-and-seek with me. A bright moon hangs in the sky, shedding bright moonlight. The river looks like a thin layer of silver gauze.

Dawn in the east weaves a colorful picture for the sky: the sky is blue in the middle and light blue on both sides, like a sapphire. The east is a rosy cloud, like a golden sharp arrow shooting into the sky. Soon, there are more and more colorful edges beside the sapphire, which surround the east like ribbons, and the sun is about to rise.

On a clear night, the sky is full of stars, like countless silver beads, densely embedded in the dark night. The Milky Way, like a faint luminous leucorrhea, spans the starry sky. Meteors often turn into a white light, cut through the night sky and fall into the distance. What a wonderful world this is!

The sky is blue, the kind of blue I have never seen in the painter's pen, as if it were an ocean in my dream; Those white clouds are faint, but unusually dull, just like white sails fluttering in the sea; A piece of white clouds floated away and the sun was exposed. It looks very bright, but it is not hot-this is the benefit of several heavy rains-and the bright sunshine puts a golden veil on everything.

As long as it doesn't rain or snow, the sky in Lhasa will always be blue. The bright blue sky is like polished sapphires and finely woven blue satin. It seems to be close to you, you can touch it as long as you raise your hand, and it seems to be far away from you, so you can't get close. The blue sky is beautiful against the snow-white clouds.

Haitian is beautiful. High in the sky, bright blue, flowing colorful clouds change colors from time to time with the changes of morning, noon and evening, sometimes golden, sometimes white, and sometimes fiery red. Seldom have I seen such a beautiful sky.

The color of the horizon is hazy lavender, which has not changed all day, and the surrounding area is the same: no place is dark, no place is brewing thunderstorms, but some places are hung with light blue silk threads, which are dry and difficult to see.

The sky is extremely bright blue, with only a few gauze-like light clouds, just like a girl wearing a gorgeous blue summer dress and a white scarf around her neck. I have never seen such a beautiful sky.

One afternoon, it was sunny and sunny, and the sky was clear in Wan Li. White clouds, like big peony in full bloom, slipped gently over our heads with charming smiles. A breeze blew, and I felt very cool and comfortable. From time to time, one or two birds pass by in the air, which looks normal, but it gives people a feeling that "the sky is high and birds fly".