There are two poems about clouds, 1. Two sentences with clouds in ancient poetry.
On the sand, on the poultry pond, clouds break through the moon and show shadows.
There are people in the depths of white clouds.
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain.
Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats.
Dark clouds press the city, and the sun shines.
The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Painting Luo Zhi fans is always like a cloud, and fine grass is like a butterfly skirt.
Even if it doesn't rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, clothes will stick to the depths of the clouds.
Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly.
Clouds coming to the mountains are better, and clouds going to the mountains are picturesque.
Send your heart to the sea, and you will often meet thousands of miles away.
Clouds and the sun set each other off, and the water is fresh.
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2. What poems describe clouds?
1; A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. (Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue")
2. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: (Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain))
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . (Jia Dao: An absence note)
4. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
The moon rises like a mirror and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace. (Li Bai: "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry")
6. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining and the north wind is blowing snow. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
7. Say goodbye to Baidi Caiyun and return to Jiangling one day. (Li Bai: "Early Making Baidicheng")
8. In the distant cold mountain, the stone path is oblique, and there are people deep in the white clouds. (Du Mu: "Mountain Walk")
9. The Yellow River is far above the white clouds. It is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. (Wang Zhihuan: Liangzhou Ci)
10. The sand sea deepened unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and desolate Wan Li condensate. (Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
3. Poems about "Cloud"
On the mountain, the wind blew around, and the predecessors watched Cui Yun's screen.
Penglai searched for Yaochi Road in vain, and there was a curtain pavilion on earth.
Luo Zhifan is always like a cloud, and fine grass is like a butterfly skirt.
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs."
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
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.
Although Jianghan is vast, it is not difficult to cross by boat. The quicksand is hard to walk, but the horseshoe often returns.
Whenever I am a guest, I am invited to look for you. If what you see is idle fu, you must have never heard of it.
I know my neighbors, too. It seems to be a noisy atmosphere. But smile from generation to generation, why hide white clouds.
Boshan alone is small. Green fog is flying everywhere. I'm afraid I'll learn the clouds and do spring dawn on the balcony. Xiao Chun. Xiao Chun. A yard full of green grass
Di Qing, Wan Li, the moon is lonely, sweeping away the clouds.
It's a good autumn night in Shandong, so I don't need help on the bridge.
Lipper
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
A thin layer of frost shone like a small mirror on my cold cushion.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds. Above, I saw the blue and deep sky.
Below, I saw the green and agitation of the water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them,
Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
Step by step, [3] I heard the news.
The darkness bid farewell to the monk and bowed its head to the white clouds.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
There are too many China poems written in the clouds, no less than 8,000.
The one downstairs is really mean. This is a complete copy of me. Let me add a few words.
Du Mu
Spring breeze is the most gentle and elegant, it appears in the west of Liucun.
Jiao Guang Yun lives in a cave, and the stream is divided into streams.
Yun Lan is impatient, and egrets have strong spirits.
Luck sense
Look at the clouds all day long and never look back. If you don't care, you seem to have no talent.
Poor Glory-Pian Yu, where does sunny Wan Li come from?
Where is the bubbling water in the fairy boat?
The wind on Lu 'an gradually fades away, making your home look like a savage.
Clouds and water are still worthy of appreciation, and whistling and singing are also very comfortable.