Throughout the year, some people like cool spring, some people prefer hot summer days, some people are obsessed with rustling autumn leaves, and some people are attached to snowy winter. If you ask me which season I like? I will not hesitate to answer that I like them all, but I especially like spring! In spring, everything is revived, colorful and full of vitality; In spring, I always like to see clouds in the flowers, which is very interesting.
Spring is like a fairy in a fairy tale. When she came to the world with her clothes fluttering, the trees pulled out bright green branches, the flowers sprinkled bright smiles, and the earth was covered with colorful new clothes, plus lively swallows, dancing butterflies and lively and lovely children, which constituted a dazzling picture.
At this time, I am always intoxicated with the scenery in front of me. Breathing the faint fragrance of flowers flowing in the air, my friends and I bathed in the warm spring breeze, strolled in the golden sunshine, played and sang. Singing and laughter echoed in the wilderness for a long time ... Tired, we found a piece of green grass to lie down and felt softer than "Simmons".
The sky is a vast and boundless stage, and Baiyun is "putting on" wonderful programs.
Look, some clouds are floating in the distance. The front one is like a sheep, and the back one is like a rooster. They were chased by a monster without a tail and looked obviously frightened. My friends and I shouted to the sky, "Sheep and rooster, run!" " "They seem to hear this cry, but something unfortunate happened. The monster seemed to speed up, passed the rooster in the blink of an eye and caught up with the sheep. Just when the monster and the sheep rolled into a ball, the original rooster turned into a rabbit. Look at the sheep and monsters. Where are they still? It turned out that they merged with each other and appeared as tigers again. This tiger is fierce, but unfortunately it only has two legs in tandem. It just walked on with its head down and didn't find the rabbit behind it ... After a while, the tiger's head disappeared, its legs disappeared and its tail was broken. Gradually, its body dispersed and the rabbit disappeared. ...
I love the beauty of spring, and I love the dream and magic when I look at clouds in spring!
Guanyun
The mountain city of Chongqing is known as the "foggy city". The sky is gray and there are few white clouds against the blue sky, but the clouds we saw when we traveled in Zhongdian, Yunnan Province were not like this.
On that day, our family traveled to Zhongdian. When I was on the plane, I curiously put my head in front of the window. When I saw it, I couldn't help shouting, "Wow! It's so beautiful! " Outside the porthole, the clouds are layered like endless peaks. Some of these mountains are high, some are low, some are steep, some are gentle ... Except for the different colors, these "Yunfeng" are almost the same as real peaks. After a while, the peak disappeared and became a little man, as if waving to us and welcoming us. After a while, the sun came out and shone on the clouds. I suddenly feel shrouded in a wonderful scenery-at this moment, all the clouds seem to be dressed in golden clothes, and they become radiant and emit thousands of golden lights. Clouds seem to have gilded the sun and become extremely beautiful. I feel like I have become a fairy in a smoky heavenly palace. All this, like a dream, appeared before my eyes.
When I got off the plane, I began to observe the clouds in Zhongdian.
At this time, the sky is blue, like a huge sapphire, the cloud seems to be sapphire, and the cloud seems to have been washed. It is white and white without any stains. These clouds change shape from time to time, as if to show you that he is the embodiment of everything. At first, it looked like a good horse eating grass. Later, when the wind blew, the good horse turned into a rabbit. Soon, the rabbit disappeared into the clouds and a hunter appeared. I thought: This hunter is probably looking for the rabbit. Later, the cloud became a deer, a plane and a farmer. Cloud is really like a magician. He can change at will. No wonder the poet came to the ancient lake and said, "Everything is still empty, and Wan Li's hidden mountains are heavy"!
Cloud, this ever-changing elf, I like it!
In the distance, on the edge of the sky, a white and elegant cloud rises leisurely. Cloud overlooks the earth, takes a deep look at its original shelter-a small pool, and then swims in the sky with the wind. The sky is so magical, the sun is so kind and gentle, the eagle is so vigorous and brave ... everything is so fresh and beautiful, much bigger and better than that small pool. Cloud thought, we must cherish this hard-won happiness.
Yes, it used to be just an unremarkable mud rain in a small pool, a partner of the pool and a friend of the sand. One day, it was a beautiful blue sky. As soon as it looked up, it suddenly caught a glimpse of a light cloud floating in the sky, and it had a beautiful vision in its heart. A friend is eager to stay, but it says it is like an arrow that opens the bow. Friends have to bless it and tell it to come back to them if it is tired. So this rain is willing to endure the pain of sun moxibustion, and after all kinds of hardships, it has got rid of all the vulgarity, like a beautiful and moving cloud floating in the sky.
Clouds are floating freely in the air. During the day, I occasionally pass the birds and greet the sun. Greet the stars or chat with the moon at night. From east to west, from south to north, in this way, the clouds traveled all over the sky with enthusiasm. Gone with the wind, gone with the wind, one day, the cloud suddenly became aimless, how small the vast sky itself seemed, and a sense of wandering loneliness deeply invaded it. Thinking of the friendly warmth of the sun on weekdays, Yun is eager to follow it and accompany it to rise and fall in the west, and never drift with the wind again. However, when it told the sun its wish, the sun said, "No, no, you will block my brilliant light and become my stumbling block." Clouds have to quietly avoid the sun, wandering in the sky, wandering into a faint sadness, some desolate.
Clouds think of the quiet and bright days of the stars and the moon, and long to be with them in the quiet night sky. However, it was also politely rejected. Clouds have to avoid the stars and the moon silently, floating in the wind with sadness in their hearts, like falling flowers and flowing water, without direction.
The sun is still shining, and the stars and the moon are still shining. Clouds, still floating in the wind, wandering in the air.
Clouds faintly remind of the warmth of the pool, the sincerity of the precipitation, and a tear falling in the wind. Standing in my first rising sky, a strong desire to go home grows in the heart of the cloud like fire and wind. On the ground in the distance, the small pools are waiting for it with an unchanging attitude.
Late at night.
Cold wind.
Cold rain is falling.
For a while, some hot things kept falling into that small pool. It's not rain, it's tears of clouds on a cold night.
Under the night sky, a small pool is receiving it with its broad and warm mind.
Today the weather is really good, and we didn't have class, so our family went climbing. Today's clouds are particularly beautiful.
In the sapphire sky, there are snowflake clouds. They float carefree, thick or light, changing shapes from time to time, as if to show you everything. Sometimes, Baiyun runs forward like a white rabbit, as if someone is chasing him, and soon melts into the cloud; Sometimes, like a butterfly flying from a distance, it expands and blurs little by little and becomes a big cloud.
Clouds, drifting more and more slowly, faint clouds, gradually transparent. Clouds gently brushed the road, swept the treetops and covered people, as if trying to remove dirt from walls and roofs and erase people's sad faces.
I really want to fly in the sky and shuttle through the clouds ... how beautiful it would be!
Guanyun
I once stood on the snowy mountain in Xiling and saw the flowing clouds passing by me like smoke. I also lie on the pasture at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, looking up at the white clouds like cotton piles in the blue sky. But what I can't forget most is the sea of clouds overlooking from the plane.
From the moment we stepped on the cabin, the plane entered the clouds for about twenty minutes. After a while, the cloud is at our feet, as far as the eye can see. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a sea of clouds. The white clouds rolled up one after another are really like waves in the sea. It is true that this is an unpredictable world. Isn't it the Millennium iceberg in Antarctica that stands tall in the distance? The snow leopard mother under the iceberg is leading her children to play in the snow, rolling for a while, tumbling for a while ... playing and suddenly standing still, slowly dissolving into the snow. I was fascinated by it, and there was a light smoke in front of me. Is it white gauze washed by stone? Owl Owl floating gives people the feeling of being immortal. Just thinking, the white gauze disappeared, and what appeared in front of me was a pool of blue, like a bright sapphire in the snow. The plane took us to "Sapphire"-are we going to dig for treasure? I can't think it over. Houses and trees are faintly visible in the distance. Looking up at the sky again, there are clouds floating leisurely like snow in the blue sky, piled here and there like sheep on the grassland. ...
I can't help humming: White clouds are floating in the blue sky, and horses are running under them. ...
There are many articles here, you can refer to them, I hope it will help you ~ ~