Short essay describing white clouds 1: Clouds to the sun and rain in summer, and snow to the sun in winter.
Qingze is like a cicada's wing, and thick ze is dyed with ink.
The wind changes rapidly, and everything is impermanent.
Cloud heart lock clear sorrow, eternal clouds still!
Clouds-people have been looking up for thousands of years. Look up at it when you are lonely, although loneliness is still entangled; Look at it when you are happy and look forward to happiness for a long time!
Cloud-mysterious but unreservedly presented to everyone, sometimes quiet and sometimes kind; Sometimes deep and introverted; Sometimes it is full of affection; Sometimes it exudes charm; Sometimes enthusiasm is like fire; Sometimes naughty like a child, leisurely overlooking the earth, busy people.
The blue sky is the dance floor of Yunjoy, just like a gentle and lovely dancer, releasing her unique passion. The wind is the sculptor of the white clouds, changing the dancing posture of the white clouds at will ... The sun is hot, fine sand accumulates into jade clouds, like silver fish scales, which are gently pulled away, and a phoenix appears, dancing in the air! The light singing and dancing of the king of birds suddenly turned into many scattered birds. ......
Blue sky is a comfortable home for clouds. White clouds float on the blue ocean like ice, but these fragments of white clouds are suspended in the blue sky. The clear sky, pulling open the thin cloud as fresh as gauze, is like a fairy's dress, seamless and wireless, and natural. As light as a cicada's wing, I seem to see through the world of mortals, put everything down, be clear and free, and enjoy a leisurely life. ......
The blue sky is duel field, and the dark clouds are on top. The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. Dark as ink, suffocating, so low that it can be torn off by hand. There is also such a situation in life. A deep wave of clouds surges up, suddenly erupting into the strength of hordes, brewing thunder and rain. ......
The blue sky is the feeling of clouds falling ... For thousands of years, people can't see through the vast red dust ... like a raging wind, like a raging flower, rolling in ... rolling up ... endless sadness, stretching out pieces of sadness; Roll up affection, stretch acacia, lament! Fade away, fade away. ......
Baiyun Essay Part II: Lovely Cloud Author: Zhao Zipeng
In the alternate seasons of the year, I am not attracted by the gorgeous scene of spring, moved by the fruitful results of autumn, or bound by the complicated trivial matters in the secular world. How can we calm down and pay attention to the clouds floating in the sky? As for its loveliness, it is even more impossible to talk about.
Since June, it has been raining continuously in the south, but most of the time in the north is shrouded in high temperature and dry heat. Even if it rains a few times, it looks like a shy girl who is used to it. Surrounded by the glistening sun all day, people in the city will inevitably have some resentment, but fortunately, this is a good season for harvesting mature wheat in the countryside. Knowing that this year's summer grain can be safely returned to the warehouse, and that a year's hard work has been settled, this resentment will fade.
In the afternoon, there were obviously fewer pedestrians on the street. Even people who have to go out are either holding a big vinyl umbrella in their hands or rushing into a buzzing car to isolate themselves from the rolling heat wave, completely unaware of the quietly growing clouds in the sky.
At the beginning, these clouds were only three or two pieces, which seemed distant and messy, just like a few strolling poets chanting the boldness and romance of Taibai Dongpo; Just like a few fairies who go out without permission away from Yaochi, they carefully spy on the surrounding movements. Once they are sure to be safe, they greet other fairies hiding behind them and gather hand in hand from a distance. That kind of excitement is like attending a special activity. At this time, Feng has become a mysterious magician. After a while, they collected the scattered clouds in front and made beautiful bouquets. At the same time, they polished large clouds into sharp swords, turned them into flying horses, or piled them into endless mountains, and even transformed them into mysterious ancient castles. These angels from afar have been cheering, and the consequences of going out privately have been considered.
Clouds began to gather in the blue sky over the city, once gloomy buildings began to clear up, the surrounding scenery became more vivid, and the wind danced happily with them. People gradually increased on the streets of the city, beside the ponds in parks and outside the workshops of factories. Whether you are holding a mobile phone or a digital camera, you have recorded this intoxicating beauty.
As a result, many netizens put pictures of blue sky and white clouds on the Internet. There are blue sky, white clouds and mung beans from the western grassland, giving birth to a refreshing feeling of vast expanse. The white clouds floating from the mountains in the southwest cover and embrace the dark green peaks, and the mountains are no longer majestic, and the dark green mountains are more intense; Even in Beijing, which was once plagued by smog, it is commendable for people to witness the long-lost blue sky and white clouds. Its aesthetic level is no less than that of computer screen saver, but in my heart I secretly admire those who have the heart to discover the beauty of life.
As the sun goes down, the clouds become more lovely. The color of the cloud gradually changed from the initial white to light yellow and golden yellow until it turned red. When the whole sky is mapped in a colorful way, and people associate it with "Sunset and Lonely Goose Qi Fei", fairies who have just dressed up as neon clouds should go to the next grand event, and this rare grand event should be over.
Baiyun Essay 3: I like clouds. I like the clouds in the sky.
Every time, when I look up at the blue sky, I always see the clouds as light as gauze. They float in the air, they fly away in the air, gathering and dispersing. I fantasize all the time, I want to drive a cloud boat and swim in Tianhe …
When I was a child, I used to lie on the grass and "judge" the clouds in the sky with my friends. Clouds chase in the air and decorate the blue sky with clean white. Occasionally, a few carefree birds spread their wings under the white clouds and soar in the blue sky. My childhood, under the care of the cloud, is as simple as white. The clouds in the sky carry my childlike dreams.
On a clear day, the clouds in the sky are hazy. The burning sun is quietly hiding behind the clouds, and there are still rays of sunlight shining through the clouds to the earth. The boundless sky is the stage of clouds. They walk leisurely in the blue sky, like white sails raised on the calm sea, floating confidently, showing their most charming posture. Pieces of floating clouds, blown away by the wind, are chaotic, just like a natural oil painting with a blue sky as the bottom. Clouds in the sky bear my youthful reverie. Suddenly, a difficult problem got stuck in a harmonious movement. I frowned and racked my brains, but I couldn't think of any ideas. I counted on the draft paper again and again and tried all the methods, but it blocked my way forward. Gently, I lie prone on the table, close my eyes, and clear away those messy thoughts just now. When I opened my eyes, my eyes touched the white clouds in the sky. They walk leisurely, like white sails raised on a calm sea, floating confidently and showing their most charming posture confidently. Pieces of floating clouds, gathering or scattered, are chaotic, just like a natural oil painting with a blue sky as the bottom. It's like a thousand thoughts floating across the sky in my heart. I feel that they are talking to me, a sentence in white, swaying gently, full of encouragement and support. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote down all my thoughts. It is a cloud that brings me comfort like a friend. The touch of the world came quietly.
The sun has set, but the clouds are still reluctant to leave. Romantic purple is dyed all over the sky, and the clouds illuminated by the brilliant sunset are inlaid with a Phnom Penh. Together, they are as magnificent as the rivers and mountains of the motherland and will always be deposited in my mind. Think about how many poets and writers have praised clouds since ancient times. How can I say that it is carefree to pass through all these clouds? The magnificence of the dark snow-capped mountains in Changyun, Qinghai, and the thought of "parting from the clouds in the west" ... Wan Daoxia shines on the sheep in the sky, from orange to scarlet, and then intersects with the sunset. The clouds are changing wonderfully, the colors are getting deeper and deeper rhythmically, and finally they become several redraws on thick ink paintings, which are more profound and charming, as if they were as beautiful as myths. I seem to see tomorrow's sunshine and tomorrow's white clouds. The clouds in the sky carry my brilliant hopes.
Looking up at the sky, you can always see lily-like clouds. They are mentors, friends, elders and children; They can enlighten people and show the truth; They are kind and gentle, and they are aloof; They are impermanent, just a piece of white, gathering and dispersing with the wind. ...
That cloud is not only in the sky, but also in my heart. It is the memory of that bay, it is thought, it is hope. I seem to be a cloud, flying in the sky of life with the brilliance and beauty like a cloud, enjoying the joy of dressing up the sky with the feeling like a cloud. No matter what the weather is like tomorrow, I will fly forever, fly. ...
I like clouds, like the purity of clouds; I like clouds, and I like the free and easy of clouds. I like clouds, and I like the freedom of clouds!
Look at the clouds and see the purity of the clouds; Look at the clouds, look at the charm of the clouds; Look at the clouds, look at the colors of the clouds.
I like mysterious clouds in the sky.
Baiyun Prose Part IV: Clouds, Clouds Prose Author: Clouds on Clouds
In the silent afternoon, when I opened a book, a poem "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains" by Wu Yun, a poet of the Southern Dynasties, came into view. "Smoke comes from the mountains, and you can see it from the bamboo at dusk. Birds fly to the eaves and clouds float from the window. " The poet described the fresh, detached, indifferent and beautiful leisure life in the mountain house by line drawing: the place where the mountain meets the sky is filled with blue clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset falls in the gap of the bamboo forest. Birds are flying happily on the eaves, and white clouds are floating outside the window. Away from the hubbub, away from the hustle and bustle, the quiet and free atmosphere of mountain residence is vivid in the poem, especially the last sentence "Clouds go out of the window". Clouds can't be born in the house all the time, but because there are white clouds around the house, clouds float from the back and side of the house, so it looks like they fly out of the window, which makes people feel fascinated and fascinated.
Clouds, wandering in the vast blue sky, live by mountains, live by water and walk by songs. Sometimes they are wisps, sometimes pieces, sometimes they are filled with the rhythm that has been passed down through the ages, sometimes they look around silently, sometimes they are soft and boneless, and sometimes dark clouds crush the city and destroy it ... Since ancient times, the world has loved clouds, and there are poems describing them.
"White clouds in the sky" by Jiao Yu in Tang Dynasty "White clouds rise far away and swing into the clear sky. After multiplication, it is relaxed and unintentional. " Vividly depicts the leisure and calmness of the white clouds coming out of the hole. In the Tang Dynasty, Jong Li's Spring Clouds, "Yin removes cream, and sunny comes to charm. There is no intention or stagnation, and the east wind is blowing. " In the early spring, I looked forward to Suyun with high heart. Colorful jade floating, purple gas reservoir Yuanjun "describes the changing situation, charming and beautiful." In the Tang Dynasty, Jiao Ran's "Books are poor in meaning and full of gas". Tangible things are not tired, but go with the wind without trace. "Vividly describe the freedom and elegance of the cloud. In the Yuan Dynasty, Zhang said, "Clouds come to the mountains better, and clouds go to the mountains picturesque. Mountains are bright because of clouds, and clouds compete with mountains. " Colorful and unpredictable clouds set off the majestic mountains, complement each other and are picturesque and beautiful.
Zhu, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote "Two Thoughts on Reading: On": "When half an acre of square pond is opened, the sky is high and the clouds are light." One pond on half an acre of land is as clear as a mirror, and the "sky and clouds" are reflected, shining and floating by it, making people feel clear and open-minded; The last words of Jia Dao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "But through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing?" The towering peaks and the vast sea of clouds set off the hermit-like demeanor and are extraordinary.
"My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. One day I met an old woodcutter, laughing and laughing, and never came back. " This is my retreat in Zhongnanshan written by Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei. The poet wandered in the mountains. Unconsciously, he has reached the end of the stream, and there seems to be no other way to go. But the poet felt that his vision was broadened, so he simply sat down and calmly looked at the clouds on the top of the mountain. The end of the water is the beginning of the cloud: the stream can evaporate and rise into a cloud, and the cloud and rain will fall into the stream again, just like the flowers will bloom again after falling. Everything in the world has rules to follow, so it will last forever. I like Wang Wei's artistic conception of being carefree and then sitting and watching the clouds fly, and I also like the detached, selfless and open-minded life feelings expressed in his poems.
Everyone's life journey can't be smooth sailing, and everything goes according to their own wishes. As Bing Xin's "Flower of Success" said: "The flower of success, people are only surprised by her present brilliance. However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. " . In the face of adversity, don't blame others and don't give up on yourself. Go into nature, approach fields and forests, feel the towering mountains, listen to the firmness and tenacity of simple wild flowers, and appreciate the silent lightness and elegance of the clouds on the horizon ... God is fair. When he closes a door, he will inevitably open another window for you: as the saying goes, there is no way out without doubt.
"No shame, just look at the flowers in front of the court, and I have no intention to stay, and look at the clouds in the sky." Clouds are not old, flowers bloom and fall. The clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, and the beautiful posture is changing all the time. The only constant is to bear the burden of humiliation. In the blue sky, clouds, big flowers, large tracts, or floating or ups and downs, or rolling or Xu Xiasheng, free to come and go, wandering like a fairy; Clouds move with the wind, and the heart moves as it wishes. Even if people are in adversity, at least their hearts are free and happy in the natural sky. When they experience a lofty and broad realm of life, their hearts will naturally open, and a calm and indifferent attitude will often be the beginning of success in life.
A pure heart is like a lotus. In the chaotic world, when we pretend to be awake with a cloud and water meditation, we are not arrogant and impetuous, and we can still smile when facing the pain with a peaceful heart, so all the hardships can be turned into a cloud in a low smile: only when we really have the mind of the cloud can we really feel the charm of life.
"Cloud, the reflection of the world in the sky, one day, if you understand the cloud, you will understand the world."