As if destiny takes a hand, we passed by; It is the fate of this life, and our communication has crossed each other's heart walls. Since I have you in my heart, every minute of spring is bathed in bright sunshine, and I swim in the sea of flowers in my mind.
Since I have you in my heart, the heat of summer is accompanied by a touch of coolness, and the air is always filled with the fragrance of lotus flowers. Since I had you in my heart, the sweet-scented osmanthus in early autumn and the maple leaf in late autumn have lit up the road of life.
Since I have you in my heart, wintersweet in winter snow will always sing proudly, and I will no longer feel lonely and desolate when I walk in white. I watch you approach, and my passion is always surging; I look at your back and want to go far away hand in hand with you.
You will always be a beautiful fairy in my heart. I can only love you on the cloud and fly with you in my life.
Write a poem saying that I love you on the cloud.
At a glance, you flew into my heart. As if destiny takes a hand, we passed by; It is the fate of this life, and our communication has crossed each other's heart walls.
Since I have you in my heart, every minute of spring is bathed in bright sunshine, and I swim in the sea of flowers in my mind.
Since I have you in my heart, the heat of summer is accompanied by a touch of coolness, and the air is always filled with the fragrance of lotus flowers.
Since I had you in my heart, the sweet-scented osmanthus in early autumn and the maple leaf in late autumn have lit up the road of life.
Since I have you in my heart, wintersweet in winter snow will always sing proudly, and I will no longer feel lonely and desolate when I walk in white.
I watch you approach, and my passion is always surging; I look at your back and want to go far away hand in hand with you.
You will always be a beautiful fairy in my heart. I can only love you on the cloud and fly with you in my life.
3. Write a poem on the topic of Cloud Theory.
I came quietly.
Leave without attachments.
I don't ask for compliments.
I won't stop for anything.
Cloud theory
I am intoxicated in the blue sky.
Singing over the blue sea
Be friends with the breeze
Keep company with sunshine.
Cloud theory
My body is heavy and tired.
I will turn into rain.
Sprinkle on the earth, accumulate into a stream and run to the sea.
Really experience the warmth of human spring, bloom.
Cloud theory
The sunshine is flowing in my arms.
I am out of water.
Round trip to the sky
You can hold hands with the wind and have fun together.
4. Write a poem on "Cloud Theory" 1 and "Cloud Theory"
Clouds love mountains high and return at dusk,
Said that our army had beaten the tiger back before.
In the middle of Tianbao,
The air is dew and humid.
2. "Cloud theory"
The clouds darkened and Mabatame went down the mountain.
Said it was in Qingcheng Pavilion.
Tianbao Pingcheng Nailehe,
The leaves in the empty courtyard open first and then close.
3. "Cloud theory"
Clouds blocked the early flight to the temple,
That life is hidden here.
In the middle of Tianbao,
The air is dew and humid.
4. "Cloud theory"
Clouds are better than dry thunder,
It's sad to say it.
Tianbao and Dali people,
An empty door is silent and bright.
5. "Cloud theory"
Clouds blocked the early flight to the temple,
Talking about infinite things.
In the middle of Tianbao,
Empty will mourn some hanging in the Lantern Festival.
5. The yellow crane will never return to the world, and the white clouds will never fly to Cui Hao and the Yellow Crane Tower.
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast.
It's never a long rope. It's hard to hate water when it reaches the clouds.
The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
Clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show off China.
Say goodbye to Baidi Caiyun and return to Jiangling one day.
A red dew incense, heartbroken in vain.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart.
The silk river with beautiful spring scenery floats between heaven and earth, like a cloud next to the jade peak, shuttling between ancient times and the present.
I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly.
There are people in the depths of white clouds.
I don't remember when I got drunk, so it was easy to get together and leave.
The swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water, so it is difficult to express feelings with sadness.
How long is it longer than the dream of spring, and it seems like the autumn clouds are nowhere to be found.
Looking at the mountains and rivers beyond the clouds, I am still old osmanthus.