Wan Li is clear, Wan Li is cloudless, and the sun burns the noodles hot.
There is strange white snow in the beautiful sky. Lovely birds are always flying in the sky, twittering as if to say hello to the sky.
There are countless stars hanging in the sky, flashing there. Two of them have a beautiful and romantic myth, that is, the cowherd and the weaver girl. The ancients expressed their feelings about the society at that time through fairy tales. The sky created fairy tales.
The sky is also beautiful on rainy days. Lightning and thunder, the wind rolled the clouds, and the rain brought it to the wind. The whole sky is like a big stage. Slowly, the rain will stop, and the sky will be clearer than usual after the rain. At first glance, the boundless brings a refreshing mood.
How beautiful the blue sky is! The thick white clouds hung high in the clear sky. Gently floating! The wind is its wagon, and it has its own goals; The end of the world
7. I love the sky when there are no clouds in Wan Li, when the snow is falling, when I walk and look up, and when I sit alone and squint at the sky outside the window-it is so far away and real, and in my heart, it is changing with colors.
8. Golden clouds are scattered in the sky, getting thinner and thinner, like washed hair.
9. The sky is like the plump wings of a big bird, covered with clouds like white feathers.
10. There are several shining stars in the sky, and only a few are clouds. A full moon is embedded in the blue sky like a jade plate.
1 1. The sky is as blue as washing, and the bright sunshine shoots down from the dense gaps of pine needles, forming a thick beam of light, illuminating the tree-lined trees with gauze-like mist.
12. In the sky, fiery red clouds are burning and getting bigger and bigger. Red, ochre, purple, cyan and black are all kinds and irreconcilable to form a rushing river.
13. Sunset clouds are all over the sky, and burning clouds weave the sky into beautiful brocade, which is really a beautiful spectacle. How many colors are there in the sunset glow? Red, yellow, gold, purple, blue and maybe other colors.
14. What is needed is a windless night, and the misty mist rises in the pine forest and hangs on the pine needles; Rub between the blue rocks, like a gauze on the arm of a jade girl, like a filament spit out by a silkworm. At this time, the moon rises from the mountain pass, like an orange lacquer plate. In the moonlight, a little apricot light in silvery white shines into the pine forest.
15. Many clouds hang down and cover the highest peaks, which seem to be covered with white sand.
2. Beautiful sentences describing the blue sky 1. Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is cloudless, as clear as jasper.
2. The sky is high and the clouds are light, spotless, the distant mountains contain Dai, and the wind sends warmth.
The light blue sky, like a piece of clean velvet, is set with yellow Phnom Penh.
The sky is so blue that there is not even a trace of floating floc, as if all the variegated colors have been filtered and shining magnificently.
As clear as a piece of blue paper, a few thin white clouds seem to have been melted by the sun and drifted slowly with the wind.
6. There is a golden sun embedded in the blue sky, and there is a white cloud floating in the clear sky, like a solitary sail on the blue sea.
7. It cleared up. Looking out of the window, the transparent blue sky looks like a silk handkerchief. There are some little white cloud in the blue sky, like flowers on a scarf.
8. Pale white like a fish's belly appeared in the east, and then gradually lit up; White flooded into the sky like water, and the whole sky became transparent and bright in an instant.
9. The sky is like the plump wings of a big bird, covered with clouds like white feathers.
3. Sentences describing the blue sky. The sky by the sea is lovely, high in the sky, bright and blue. Flowing clouds are flying in the air with the wind. With the change of morning, noon and evening, colorful clouds constantly change colors, sometimes golden, sometimes white, and sometimes fiery red. Seldom have I seen such a beautiful sky.
2. Lightning is flashing, thunder is beating, the wind is cirrus, and rain is riding the wind. The whole sky is like a big stage for singing opera. Fish-scale white clouds gradually dispersed, and the blue of the sky faded a little.
Only the bright moon, like a silver plate, continues its voyage steadily. 3. The sky looks clearer than usual after the rain; The boundless sky brings people a refreshing mood.
The sky is like the plump wings of a big bird, covered with white feathery clouds. A transparent blue sky, like a silk handkerchief, with some little white cloud, like flowers embroidered on a scarf.
In the sky, the moon leads the stars in their positions in the vast and clear sky.
4. Seek a beautiful poem containing the sky. My sky likes to see the blue sky and floating white clouds since I was a child. The wind is wrapped in clouds, and the memory of childhood remains. When I yearn for the blue sky, I always want to be a bird and fly freely in its infancy. Sky, how far are you and how high are you?
When I grow up, I don't pay so much attention to see if there are clouds and rain in the sky. The four seasons of reincarnation are either rich, alternating with success or failure, or mixed with sadness and joy. The sky is not so high, nor so far away. There was only one sight distance.
When you see the sea, you can't help thinking of the blue sky. Same blue, different layout, one on the top of the head and one on the side. That blue vision, the same appreciation, different tastes. How far is the sky? There is only a thin line between them.
Another night, the clouds are still floating with the wind, and the stars are still gentle. The blue of the sky becomes blurred, and the darkness is mixed with the line of sight of light, which is constantly blurred in clarity and gradually clear in ambiguity. Samsara, alternation, turned out to be my sky.
No longer follow how far the sky is, the charm of sex and rain, and the expectation of snow and snow will come in time. The four seasons are distinct, and the artistic conception is difficult to distinguish. The sky of life is also the alternation of reincarnation. Without rational appreciation, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, no matter how beautiful the sky is, no matter how close the distance is, it is all a kind of depression. The mood is the sky, but it is as blue as the sea.
Unconsciously, I will feel that there is no distance between a sky and me. The beauty of blue is in my mind, and the blue mood is the most beautiful ornament.
My sky, as rich as the four seasons, is in my mind. Sky in rainy season (prose poem)
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The distant sky is full of tears like a song, like deep thoughts under a wet umbrella. On rainy days, the mood is always as heavy as this gloomy sky, and the mood is like this peach slowly diving into the silent river.
How can the stranded ship sail out of the curved harbor? Does that white sail still belong to you tonight? At present, the river drifting in late spring is full of spring scenery. Which shining petal is my sky?
Two small rotating umbrellas are brewing unspeakable winter, and a cold landscape blocks two thin walls. On the other side of the wall, around the story that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, the spring rain is dripping and the street lights are wet.
Several bundles of melancholy hung between Yumei's eyelids, hanging in a long winter. When the spring warbler comes, the sky will still be a long rainy season.
Who broke the willow branches and inserted them in the unopened heart embankment, interacting with sad tunes every night, burying the incomplete memories and letting the rain wet the sad eyes?
In the rainy season, the sky is full of acacia vines, and pure thoughts are covered by the flowers that bloom next time. In the fresh petals, there are eighteen spring and autumn fantasies and towering beliefs that stand on the head of the rainy season.
Under the umbrella, the fairy tale dyed with spring scenery opens again. Can that tired little umbrella write an intriguing poem?
The rainy season sky still shows a faint smile. Is there still your beautiful image in that smile?
5. Seek a beautiful poem containing the sky. My sky likes to see the blue sky and floating white clouds since I was a child. The wind winds around the clouds, lingering in childhood memories.
When I yearn for the blue sky, I always want to be a bird and fly freely in its infancy. Sky, how far are you and how high are you? When I grow up, I don't pay so much attention to see if there are clouds and rain in the sky.
The four seasons of reincarnation are either rich, alternating with success or failure, or mixed with sadness and joy. The sky is not so high, nor so far away. There was only one sight distance. When you see the sea, you can't help thinking of the blue sky.
Same blue, different layout, one on the top of the head and one on the side. That blue vision, the same appreciation, different tastes.
How far is the sky? There is only a thin line between them. Another night, the clouds are still floating with the wind, and the stars are still gentle.
The blue of the sky becomes blurred, and the darkness is mixed with the line of sight of light, which is constantly blurred in clarity and gradually clear in ambiguity. Samsara, alternation, turned out to be my sky.
No longer follow how far the sky is, the charm of sex and rain, and the expectation of snow and snow will come in time. The four seasons are distinct, and the artistic conception is difficult to distinguish. The sky of life is also the alternation of reincarnation.
Without rational appreciation, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, no matter how beautiful the sky is, no matter how close the distance is, it is all a kind of depression. The mood is the sky, but it is as blue as the sea.
Unconsciously, I will feel that there is no distance between a sky and me. The beauty of blue is in my mind, and the blue mood is the most beautiful ornament. My sky, as rich as the four seasons, is in my mind.
Rainy Sky (Prose Poem) The sky in the distance of Yang Jianguo is full of tears like a song, just like deep thoughts under a wet umbrella. On rainy days, the mood is always as heavy as this gloomy sky, and the mood is like this peach slowly diving into the silent river.
How can the stranded ship sail out of the curved harbor? Does that white sail still belong to you tonight? At present, the river drifting in late spring is full of spring scenery. Which shining petal is my sky?
Two small rotating umbrellas are brewing unspeakable winter, and a cold landscape blocks two thin walls. On the other side of the wall, around the story that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, the spring rain is dripping and the street lights are wet.
Several bundles of melancholy hung between Yumei's eyelids, hanging in a long winter. When the spring warbler comes, the sky will still be a long rainy season. Who broke the willow branches and inserted them in the unopened heart embankment, interacting with sad tunes every night, burying the incomplete memories and letting the rain wet the sad eyes?
In the rainy season, the sky is full of acacia vines, and pure thoughts are covered by the flowers that bloom next time. In the fresh petals, there are eighteen spring and autumn fantasies and towering beliefs that stand on the head of the rainy season. Under the umbrella, the fairy tale dyed with spring scenery opens again.
Can that tired little umbrella write an intriguing poem? The rainy season sky still shows a faint smile. Is there still your beautiful image in that smile? .
6. Beautiful sentences describing the blue sky Use at least one rhetorical device to describe beautiful sentences of the blue sky.
1, I want to be a white cloud in my sky, carefree, can't smell things outside the window, can jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements. You can be free to experience the feeling of weightlessness regardless of it. When you see fire, it can also turn into Mao Mao rain and save people from the mire.
2, I like blue, I like the blue of the sky, so I like looking up at the sky, so I can find my own happiness when looking up at the sky. So when I am sad, I will look up at the sky and try to avoid the gray sky at that time. I will also find a broad feeling, so sadness can be reduced; So when I miss my former friends, I will look up at the sky, lest they may not be looking up at that time, but when they look up at the sky, there will be my blessing in the clouds; So when I think of you by chance, look up at the sky, and the clouds will send my blessings and thoughts to you.
The sky is orange. In the evening, the sun went home and the sky turned orange, like a gold coin and a pile of rice. Here comes the bird again. It can't control itself. It is always attracted by the sky. It can't help but want to kiss the sky. The sky has its favorite rice yellow. The sky is the only thing in the bird's heart, and it is where the bird belongs. The orange sky is the pride of the masters of dusk and time. Take another breath, warm and soft. The clouds are coming again, and the sky against them is getting orange and brighter.
7. Poems praising the blue sky
If only I were a pigeon.
Then you can hug the sky.
Although birds can't leave traces in the sky
But I like the blue sky.
What was blue ten years ago is still blue ten years later.
Is a paradise that will not be lost by time.
The sky in March is an illusory and melancholy cloud.
Heavy, deep and dark
The weight of the clouds is slowly gathering.
As eternal darkness as my silent heart.
The sky in March is a mass of gray tears.
Deep vertical pressure and darkness
The capacity of the cloud is rising.
The sky is as tearful as my heavy heart.
The sky in July is light and thin.
The autumn sunset is always so tired and slow.
But ditches and fences gradually fell into dusk.
The breeze, like tears, has gone to blowing in the wind.
The sky in July is sweet, lonely and calm.
This is a season without weight and texture.
The beauty of the earth and the depth of the sky
This is really a fantastic paradise.
Under clouds and sky.
The girl on the bike trembled like a swallow spreading its wings in the sky.
The flying swallows gradually merged with the sky.
I stared at the wishes under the sky.
Swallow, please do your best, and the vastness of the sky will belong to you.
Swallow, my wishes to you will never condense like water freezes.
But like a stone turned into sand, it fluttered under the same sky.
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It was blue ten years ago.
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Ten years later, it is still blue.
Travel under the blue sky/profound meaning.
You are my dream stage to travel all over Qian Shan.
Blue blue head is the Champs Elysé es, where I sing softly and dance lightly.
Three rivers are drunk, and seven mountains are foggy, which makes your heart soft.
Always holding hands and dancing wildly towards infatuation.
You are the magical butterfly valley I created for a long time.
Colorful is my impulse to release mountain flowers, causing the illusion of the stream to bewitch.
Spring flowers, autumn moon, summer water and winter snow rise in your Yuan Ye.
I rest on your soul, savoring the incomparable beauty day and night.
The heartstrings of fire lit the snow lotus that had been waiting for thousands of years in heaven.
My eternal frozen jade pond has made charming waves.
Turn me into fog, rain, frost, snow and glaciers.
Change the rhythm, timbre and season with your dance steps in your blue blue.
Let me listen to the guidance of the sun and cry forever in your distant land.
Let you walk out of the dust with the blush on my cheeks and indulge in your vastness.
I wrote poetry into the blue sky, and I embraced the soil of poetry for 30 years.
And the fragrance of volatile soil in poetry
Spring is at my feet.
Step into the green mountains and green waters, the blue sun,
Butterflies dancing at my ankles are wrapped in the songs of birds.
Fragrant flowers and charming sleeves
Wave gracefully.
Just stretch Baiyun's ears.
The river snickered at the blue sky.
The crimson peach blossom is reading the secret of March.
Baa baa sheep
Eating the sunshine in the sky
The boy's hand is still asleep in the whip.
The awakened moon
Stretch
Night becomes the password of youth.
Sheep have become memories of resumes.
Whip the squad to refute the vicissitudes of life
Will the blue sky wake up?
The stars are shining with mysterious eyes.
Snowflakes fall off the skin in winter.
With the temperature you whisper
From the teenager's brow trance.
8. What poems praise the blue sky? 1. The sky is blue and the sky is blue in Wan Li. That kind of blue is very light, just like a blue crystal, which always gives people a pure and refreshing feeling. Looking at it, my whole heart seems to be empty, and there is only blue sky in front of me.
Although the sky is sometimes bleak gray, as long as the heart is full of sunshine, there will always be a day when the dark clouds will clear up. Looking up, the sky is still pure and blue. Like youth, it is "a beautiful sadness", but as long as there is hope, as long as you are good at discovering the beauty of life, as long as you know how to let go at the right time, it will become a dazzling light!
Looking up at the sky, sometimes it looks like a silk handkerchief, which is very transparent. There are white clouds in the blue sky, like magnolia flowers embroidered on scarves. Sometimes there is not a cloud, only the sun is hanging high in the air, and the dazzling light makes us squint, like a vast and quiet sea.