Poetic sentences describing the sky are better.

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.

10. Golden clouds are scattered in the sky, getting thinner and thinner, like washed hair.

1 1. The sky is clear and the sky is full of morning glow in Wan Li. Grandpa Sun painted everything golden yellow.

Winter sky (prose poem)

There is some anemia in the winter sky, and the weak and weary through illness sunshine writes pale in the universe. The frightened lonely goose shook off endless melancholy in the cold wind.

The winter sky is a bit gloomy, and misty clouds are smeared on the sky. The empty leaves are yellow, bare and desolate.

The winter sky is a little tired, and shallow frost flowers spread fatigue and cold on the vast southern land.

The winter sky is as dignified and confused as my winter mood …

Dream sky

Want to fly into your pure blue eyes

Turn into an autumn leaf

Flowing in the transparent wind

When August condenses into a ray of sunshine

I held out my hand.

Touch the sacred and gentle wings

Like a white cloud

Kiss another white cloud

Sweep a lonely flower.

With a faint fragrance.

It seems that tea is light and comfortable.

Sing a lyric song in a low voice

A little light in the starry sky

That's a big smile.

Download a meteor at will

Can be restored to a frame.

Warm image

Dream sky

There is a pure blue autumn leaf flying.

Like a branch

A ship looking for direction

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Zhang

Wan Li white clouds are floating,

Laughing and laughing.

The moon is bright and the sky is beautiful.

Birds spread their wings and fly freely.

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In winter, people will walk in the sky.

Many years later, she and I are like these skies.

Has fallen from the ground to the wind.

People, may you walk on the wind and move on. ...

Winter sky

/kloc-The cloudy night in October/February is dark.

The winter sky is gloomy.

Every time he plays a new song on the harmonica.

Wait for me in my attic.

And I can only look at him in tears.

Running water under the sky

Love stopped making noise.

The sky is full of moonlight fruits.

The last cloud soaked the stars.

Oh, dear running water

it is said

The stars at the edge of the sky like to listen.

Our song

Oh, dear running water

this evening

Will you sit under the moon?

Facing the sky

Hear me sing

You and I are familiar with each other.

fly

Listen to my song.

Fly to the sky forest

Fly across the sky

Fly to the full moon

The sky is always beautiful.

Not that there are too many hometowns,

But we people in the depths of white clouds are kind;

Not because there are too few drops of water,

But I don't know the Yangtze River because of the cold.

When I am in my hometown, I will touch my Yangtze River.

Touch my Yangtze River when you are happy.

The sky is always beautiful.

The sky at sea

A leaf in the sky comes from darkness.

Like the earth jumping in front of my eyes.

Why am I standing still?

I looked at the woman who gave birth to me.

Lie flat in the spring rain

Stiff to death in the mottled darkness

The rustling sky leaves on the sea, bodhi and bodhisattva.

Mix one by one in front of me