Poems describing sky blue

Blue sky is also called blue sky. This poem describing the blue sky is as follows:

1, Su Muzhe misses Fan Zhongyan, a poet in Song Dynasty.

Original text:

Blue sky and yellow leaves.

The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.

Blue sky, white clouds and yellow leaves, autumn scenery is connected with water waves in the river, which are filled with green and cold smoke.

2. "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain" Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai

Original text:

The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.

You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.

Birds fly high without a shadow, and lonely clouds go alone for fun. You look at me and I look at you. They don't hate each other. It's just me and Jingting Mountain ahead.

3, "Autumn Poetry" Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi

Original text:

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

Since ancient times, poets and poets have lamented the depression, desolation and emptiness of autumn. I say autumn is far better than spring. It's crisp in autumn and clear in Wan Li. A crane soaring in the sky, pushing away the stratus clouds, also inspired my poems to fly to the clear sky in Wan Li.

4. "Never, this area is picturesque" Song Dynasty poet Zhang Wei.

Original text:

Jinling has beautiful scenery, picturesque scenery and crisp autumn air.

Where is the end of the blue sky and autumn? The clear sky after the rain echoes the cold light of the eyes.

Jinling has picturesque scenery and clear autumn colors. Blue sky and autumn waters are the same, where is the end? The clear sky after the rain reflected the cold light of autumn water flashing.

5, "Yao Sefen" Tang Dynasty poet Wen

Original text:

It is also difficult to dream in a cold bed on an autumn night, and the sky blue is like water and clouds like sand at night.

The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor.

It's hard to dream of a cold mattress on an autumn night. The sky is as blue as water and the clouds are as light as sand. The sound of geese flies far over Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines on the twelfth floor.