Poems with the words "cloud" and "stranger" describe freedom, which is urgent! !

Cloud:

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.

The white clouds on the peak of the white clouds spread freely and the spring water flows quietly.

Mo:

Looking at flowers in the east disturbs Luoyang people.

An all-consuming love butterfly flies, and Jiangshan is still a past tense.