Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad.
In the past 30 years, all the efforts of fame and fortune have turned to dust, and only the clouds and the moon are left in the efforts of 8 thousand miles.
Don't wait, your hair will turn white, and you will regret it then.
2. Zhang Xuruo on a moonlit night in Chunjiang.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Wanderers, like white clouds, have all left and drifted away, standing alone on Qingjiangpu, unable to bear the sadness alone.
3. Han Liubang's Song of the Wind
There is wind in the cloud flight.
The strong wind floated up, and so did the clouds.
4. On Liu Yuxi's Autumn Poems
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
In the clear sky, a crane suddenly broke through the clouds and flew upwards, bringing my emotions to the sky again and again.
5. Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.
Layers of white clouds, clean up the gullies in the chest; Go back to the birds and fly into the eyes of the scenery.