Poems on the artistic conception of clouds

1. Poems about clouds are lonely and sad.

Author: Chun Yu

The figure is erratic

Sweep the boundless sky

Overlooking the changes of life

How many years have passed?

When the morning sun dyed me red.

Congratulations on everything.

Praise the warm sunshine

Give life to all things

At that time I

There is a beautiful name called Zhao Xia.

When the sun goes down.

How peaceful the sky is.

So calm, so luxurious

Moved by the end of the sun

At that time I

There is an intoxicating name called sunset glow.

Suddenly the wind blew.

Dust filled the sky.

Wind and thunder came from outside the sky.

Through my heavy body.

I'm filming

A face blackened by dust

At that time I

There is a hateful name called Dark Cloud.

More time

I am just a leisurely and light white cloud.

Those years traveled by the wind.

in your eyes

Let go of that melodious dream

Xu Zhimo's poem "Accidental"

once in a while

I am a cloud in the sky,

Occasionally projected into your heart—

You shouldn't be surprised,

There's no need to be happy-

It disappeared in an instant.

You and I met in the dark sea,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

You remember it well,

You'd better forget,

The light that shines on each other at this intersection!

cloud

You always come quietly.

And then quietly left.

Although you are not as beautiful as a mountain.

It's not as beautiful as a stream.

You are light and pure.

Give silently.

Never know how to show off.

But-without you.

How much vitality will the whole nature lose?

Although your stay in the blue sky is very short.

But with me,

Leave a lasting memory

2. Tao Yuanming's "Rootless Life", an ancient poem with both clouds and dreams, a rootless life, floating like a stranger. Life blowing in the wind, the body has gone through hardships, and it is not what it used to be.

2. Tao Yuanming's "Room under the Window"

Rongrong window under the orchid, the secret hall in front of the willow. When you first left your husband, you didn't have a long-term career. There are many miscellaneous trees in the atrium, most of which are plum trees.

3. Shen Yue's "Don't be a fan"

Don't say a bottle of wine, it will be difficult to get it tomorrow. If you don't know the way in your dream, how can you comfort Acacia?

4. Yin Keng's Jiangjin is not as good as Liu Guanglu.

Still send Zhu in the face, looking forward to relying on Hejin. The drums are often heard, and the sails are adjacent to the clouds. There are empty birds in the berth, but people have dispersed from the pavilion. Lin Han is under the leaves and wants to catch nylon at night. Jianghan and Cheng Huang, how to stay away from each other?

5. Yu Xin's "Send Wang Lin"

Guan Yu Road is far away, but there are few messengers in Jinling. I shed a thousand tears and opened a book for you, Wan Li.

6. Yu Xin's Farewell to Zhou Shangshu

Guanyang people are thousands of miles away, and no one goes south. Only the geese by the river fly south in autumn.

7. Xu Xuan's Throwing the Ball

Song and dance send flying balls, and Jin Yuyang. Orchestral string peach plum moon, curtain phoenix building. Laugh a thousand times and get drunk a thousand times, and you are bald.

8. Li Shangyin's "Leaving"

Fine grass scares the geese, and the residual flowers are intoxicating.

9. The article "Yang Liuzhi"

A candle at the bottom of a well keeps Lang Changxing from going. Linglong dice Anhoudou, what do you know about bone acacia?

10. Huang Chao's Chrysanthemum

The rustling west wind is all over the garden, and the cold butterfly is hard to open. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

1 1. There are trees on the mountain and branches on the trees. I don't know whether I like you or not.

12. Whoever forgets the other party forgets first, and dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

13. Once upon a time, there was a tall building with dancing sleeves and singing at night.

14. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

15. When it comes to spring, the beauty is old and the flowers are gone.

16. Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

17. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

18. As beautiful as flowers and jade, it seems like a fleeting time. You can go back, but you can't go back to the beginning.

19. Dark clouds cover the moon, and no one can tell you how lonely you are.

20. It's the wind, the rain and the night when I leave you this time. You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

Second, the most beautiful ancient poems

1. Change your life with my three fireworks.

2. I am young and energetic.

3. Long strips, countless fireworks, you look back with the light; Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

4. Who let the string break and the flower fall on the shoulder, blurred.

5. How many beauties are tired, how many lovesickness are broken, leaving only blood and tears.

6. The vast land is broken with a sword, where is the prosperity? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

7. Let him know everything and smile for you.

8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

9. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

10. Listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, whose fingertips will it fall on?

3. Seek poems related to the artistic conception of light clouds, and watch the flowers blossom and fall before the court; I have no intention of staying or staying, just looking at the clouds in the sky.

Tao Yuanming

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirteen years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Wang Wei

Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke.

The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

4. What poems with far-reaching artistic conception, if they enter the Yuexi Royal House, will flow forever. The dark clouds are gone, and the sunny scenery flows back. The cicada forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. This place is full of thoughts and long-term sadness. The most artistic conception is this sentence, "cicada forest is quiet, Tonamiyama is more secluded." They all use sound to contrast the quiet realm, which is the innovation of Wang Ji. Another descendant, the famous poet Wang Anshi, added a sentence from it: Mao Yan sits opposite all day, and a bird does not sing the mountain, which is even more secluded (Zhongshan is a thing). But personally, it's just a dead silence, without Ji Wang's artistic conception. There are also a few famous sentences, which are not bad. They are all remembered when preparing for the college entrance examination: Hou. The morning sunshine points to the treetops, and my road twists and turns through a sheltered valley, branches and flowers to a Buddhist retreat. Birds live in the mountain light, people's hearts touch peace in the pool, and a thousand voices are quiet, only Zhong Qing's voice is heard. My favorite sentence is "My road twists and turns through a sheltered depression", which seems to be quoted by Baoyu? In the autumn night in the mountains, Wang Wei, after the rain, the mountains are empty and stand on the autumn night. There is moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stones in the stream, whispers of the laundry girl coming home among the bamboos, and lotus leaves in front of the fishing boat. Spring goes and spring comes, so why not leave Wang Sun behind? I like the sentence "The moon shines in the pine, and Qingquan Rock is fashionable." However, the favorite sentence in junior high school is "A thousand birds fly away, but ten thousand people don't see them, and I am alone in the boat, fishing alone in the cold river." When I was a child, I liked a poem that was a little sad.

5. Seek the poem 1 and "Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" related to light clouds and light wind and artistic conception.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

The empty mountain has been bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of the night makes people feel that it is early autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.

2. "birdsong flow"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

There is no sound, osmanthus is falling gently. Castle peak and clear forest are more empty. The bright moon rose, which alarmed several perched mountain birds. The crisp song echoed in the empty mountain stream for a long time.

3. Drinking (Part V)

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Living in the world, there is no noise of horses and chariots. Ask me why I can do this. As long as you aim high, you will naturally feel your place is secluded. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view. The smell in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good, and birds come back with their companions. It contains the true meaning of life. I want to identify it, but I don't know how to express it

4. "Seven Pastoral Music Six"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke.

The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.

The red peach blossoms still contain fresh rain all night, and the green wicker even carries a touch of spring smoke. The petals fell, the children at home didn't clean up, and the oriole fell asleep with a leisurely mountaineer.

5. Return to the Garden (I)

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and debris in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

When I was young, I didn't follow the custom. It is my nature to love nature. I fell into the trap of official career and left the countryside for more than ten years in a blink of an eye. Birds in cages often miss the mountains of the past, while fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I would like to reclaim wasteland in the southern wilderness, keep my simplicity and return to farming. There are more than ten acres of land around the house in Fiona Fang, and there are 89 huts and huts.

The shade of elm willow covered the back eaves of the house, and peaches and Li Lie filled the front yard in spring. The neighboring village in the distance is faintly visible, and the smoke from the kitchen is floating in the village. There were several dog barks in the deep lane, and a rooster kept crowing on the top of the mulberry tree. There is no such noise in the yard, and the quiet room is full of comfort and leisure. Trapped in a cage for a long time without freedom, I finally returned to Forest Mountain today.