Sometimes they spread out, making the whole mountain area form a vast sea surface, leaving only the highest peak, like an island in the sea. This is the famous sea of clouds in Huangshan.
Layers of clouds are like cotton stairs.
The undulating clouds are like icebergs floating on the sea.
The sky has cleared up, and the remaining clouds have a shiny edge.
Clouds like cotton wool flew across the sky, covering the moon with a yellow shimmer.
There is a mountain in the distance, with a faint blue color, and several clusters of clouds are floating slowly.
A few faint clouds hung on the towering mountain peak in the middle, like a thin curtain on the stage.
At this time, the sun is just right, and the clouds in the sky are as bright as silver. They are floating leisurely under the breeze.
The white mist-like cloud has turned into a large piece of new cotton wool, which makes the blue sky behind it look brighter and brighter.
That piece of white cloud, floating, floating, slowly torn into wisps by the wind, and then gradually melted into the blue sky.
There are several white clouds in the blue sky, walking slowly.
Milky white clouds floated to the mountainside and danced gently like fairy moths.
The sky is particularly blue, and white clouds float in the blue sky like veils.
In the moonlight, the clouds perched like Bai Lianhua.
The white clouds in the sky, piece by piece, are like sails floating in the sea.
A few thin white clouds seem to have been melted by the sun and slowly gone with the wind.
A few white clouds, like white sails, roam freely in the blue and distant sky.
White clouds are like cotton in the clouds, like waves in the volume, and they are like mountains.
White clouds bloom in the valley, appearing hazy, clean and mysterious, like white snow lotus.
In the blue sky, there are several milky white clouds hanging on the calm sea like small white sails.
The scattered clouds seem to have solidified, reflecting the bright sunshine and dazzling like silver.
In the sky, white clouds are still floating slowly. One moment they are like a flock of white sheep, and the next they turn into plumes of smoke.
A wisp of white clouds, like a tulle, was slowly blown by the morning breeze, floated from the top of a pine forest and stopped on the girl playing the flute, as if reluctant to leave; After a while, it suddenly dispersed and fluttered. Into the deep blue sky.
The gray sky is covered with dark clouds.