What poems describe clouds?

1. "Monk Living in the Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Cao Song

Besides, patrolling the rock pier gives you an endless feeling of wildness. Lagao is still a deer companion, and Xia Man will not return to the city.

Cliff hair at the edge of the cloud, and the peak shadow is clear. Wash your ears naturally, and you are born white.

2. "Answer Chen Xiucai" Tang Dynasty: Miracle

Everything is fine, and the poem is the deepest. The ancients had a rare ambition, but my son was particular about it.

Clouds are stacked in the wild, and the moss is strange. He became famous in 1998 and laughed at me for being old Sara.

3. Klang Ganzhou (Dongyang Rock) Song Dynasty: Zeng Yuanxi

Ask who Yun is flying for and what books he has been reading. A minister in the south of the Yangtze River turned his back. The scenery in the infinite mountains is a hermit in ancient times. Liao crane in the distance should give a cry.

Do you like a scarf and ribbon, and a crowned rhinoceros sword? Quarrying stones across the river made the country stumble. I want to come back, I am haggard, I am happy with the eagle, and I remember the bass early. Danquan is cold, cliff bells ring and birds sing in the sunset.

4. "Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun" Song: Qin Guan

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

5. Man Ting Fangshan Mo Wei Yun

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

Mountain painted Wei Yun, the sky faded, and the horn was painted to break the door. Suspend the collection, and talk about * * * leading away from the statue. How many Penglai past events, empty looking back, misty. Outside the setting sun, 10,000 points west of Western jackdaw, flowing water around the lonely village.

Fascinating. At this time, the sachet is dark and the ribbon is light. If you win, the brothel will exist in name only. When can I see you here? There are tears on the sleeves and in the air. At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.