Poetry with "color"

The sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road. -Bai Juyi's "Short Songs"

It should be difficult to see the rain all over the mountain, but I don't smell the sound of the stream. -Bao Rong "Autumn Night with Ziting Peak Monk"

Eyes full of clouds and water, people on the moon floor. -Bai Juyi's "Jiang Wang Lou Gui"

From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound. -Wang Wei's paintings