Poems describing white clouds

1, Chushan and Qinshan are both Baiyun, and the director of Baiyun is with you. The dragon followed you, you entered the Chu mountain area, and the white clouds followed you through the Hunan water. In Hunan, there is a fairy in a rose. Baiyun can lie down and you want to come back early. -Tang Li Bai's "Baiyun Song Send Liu uphill"

Splendid mountains and rivers, no matter Chu and Qin, are everywhere in Bai Yunfei. White clouds fly everywhere because they have been following you for a long time. You can live in seclusion in Chushan if you want. Baiyun also followed you across the Xiangjiang River. On the Xiangjiang River, the female Luo makes tassels, which are chic and elegant. The white clouds there are really beautiful. Enjoy it early.

2. White clouds are in the sky and the hills are out. It's a long way, between mountains and rivers. -the pre-Qin anonymous "Baiyun Ballad"

Vernacular translation: people in the distance are no longer visible. Only white clouds are wandering, still wandering in the mountains. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and there's no way to answer questions. When can we come back? When can we meet?

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace. -Tang Libai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"

Vernacular translation: the moon reflects the river, just like flying a mirror tomorrow; Clouds turned into blue sky, creating a mirage.

Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting a thousand mountains and a corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared. -Zhong Nanshan by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.

Vernacular translation: The majestic Taiyi Mountain is near Chang 'an City. The mountains are connected with each other and meander all the way to the seaside. White clouds wander in the air and look back, and green fog is lost in the mountains.

On the north peak among the white clouds, you found a quiet seclusion. I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song. -Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty, "Send Zhang Zirong to Xianshan on September 9"

In the face of the ups and downs of the white clouds on the northern mountain, I, a hermit, can feel the joy myself. I tried to climb the mountain for the distant view, and my mood had already flown away with Hongyan.