The sun is shining in the early spring, and my heart is looking forward to Suyun.
White clouds rise in the emperor's hometown, and the sky flies.
Look at the clouds all day long and never look back. If you don't care, you seem to have no talent.
White clouds rose to the distant cave and swayed in the clear sky.
White clouds rise from the girder and the atmosphere never stops.
Yun Qi clouds fall, green hills are new.
At the end of the year, the clouds are shocked and the lonely mountain head fills the air.
There are clear clouds in the underwater sky, and my poor body is like me.
A cloud faces the hole, and it is difficult to kiss alone.
The leaves of idle clouds do not take root and are often heavily covered with stone gates.
In the north and south of Wan Li, the cloud heart is more leisurely.
The clouds are quiet at the beginning of the mountain, and the rain touches the stone.
Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
Clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show off China.
At the beginning of the cloud, the sun sank and the rain came.
I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Say goodbye to Baidi Caiyun and return to Jiangling one day.
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
The mountains overlap and the gold disappears, and the clouds are fragrant with snow.
We have stood on the top of the mountain, and we are not worried that clouds will block our view.
Dark clouds crush the city and light dissipates the sun.
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast.
Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
The sand sea has deepened unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate.
Mo Tao is not charming, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full in the west wing.
Old flowers look like fog.
Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog.
The bright moon is dark and the fog is light. Tonight, I want to go to Lang's place. I am wearing socks and shoes.
The fog is gone, and the moon is gone.
The color is light and foggy, and the fragrance is windy.
When the moon sets and the fog rises, Shen Sihao crosses the river.
Autumn city is foggy, and the Ministry didn't come out until the early morning.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang is infinite.
It is foggy in autumn and comes out in the morning.