Excellent Prose Description of Cloud (1)
Looking up at the sky, beautiful clouds flying in the air will make my mood as relaxed as clouds. Clouds in the sky are varied and varied; If you are not careful, it will become another cloud that you can't find. It is moving slowly, sometimes like a dragon, sometimes like a crocodile with a big mouth, sometimes like a luxury car you have never seen before? Look! The nearest cloud seems to be a beautiful angel. She looked at me as if inviting me to be a guest. Look again, the clouds on the distant horizon have different shapes and unusual characteristics. The color of the clouds on the horizon is very light, just like all the clouds are gathered there and paved. There is a cloud that looks like a white palace. There are many small islands around the palace. It seems to have laid a carpet for me, and it seems to want me to pass.
Sunset clouds are beautiful, different from daytime clouds. But people expect it to appear at night. Because there is a folk proverb, "burn yin early, and burn sunny later." It means there is a flaming cloud in the morning, which means it is cloudy. If there is a fiery red cloud at night, it means it will be sunny tomorrow, so people expect it to appear at night.
I carefully observed the shape of the burning cloud. It's orange. This dark color almost renders half the sky. It's very nice. Look carefully again, its color changed from light yellow to orange, blending with the color of the sky, just like watercolor painting in art.
When it was dark that day, the sky was completely dark, and there was no cloud in sight, only countless little stars were flashing. The bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the way for pedestrians.
Clouds, beautiful clouds and white clouds float from one side of the sky to the other with thousands of gestures.
Not long ago, a scholar told me: "If someone looks up at the sky with rapt attention, that person must be very lonely. Only when he looks up at the clouds in the sky will all his troubles disappear without a trace. " I firmly believe this sentence, whenever I am lonely, I will look up at the sky. Really, as the scholar said, all my troubles have disappeared.
Excellent Prose Description of Cloud (2)
Holy light cloud, you are the wing gauze washed by the maid-in-waiting for nine days. In the graceful dance, the ladies-in-waiting gently hold the jade arm, the fragrant wrist gently shakes, and you fall gracefully. The wind, obsessed with your beauty, cuts you in the hands of fine jade, and you drift with the wind. ? You are like a girl in the cardamom season, and the pure blue sky is your grassland. You lie down, lean back, or lean down; Stand, wander, or run. Happiness is all you stand for. Sweep over the willows, pick a few flying flocs and hang them in the temples to show off; Floating on the blue waves, enjoying the beauty of your beautiful image and calling the waves to play with you; Over the mountains and mountains, singing along with the fragrant birds, the sun smiles brightly for you.
You are free to come and go. You are like a graceful girl, with a pure face, a pure skirt and a pure heart, picking one pure dream after another in the green grass. Your dream is transparent, right? Why else can't I see it? However, I seem to smell the fragrance of lotus. ? But, ah, looking back, time flies away with the running water, and the grass is sad in the sunset. Show a sigh, sick as frost. In my dream, I spread my wings and wanted to catch the bright moon. However, I suddenly woke up in the sound of cicadas on the branches, and the tears on my pillow were wet.
Yun, I admire your tenderness, your beauty, your happiness and your tears. ? Yun, you also have something on your mind. You can keep all your troubles in your heart, or you can use it as a coat. Too much accumulation, wear tired, you will open all the gates, let it become tears, wantonly shed. Mountains and rivers, flowers and trees, they know you so well, they will let you vent and collect all your troubles. Then, give you a beautiful world full of vitality. After you pour it out, it will be white and transparent, and it will float easily. Who dotes on you so much and will build a colorful bridge for you to enjoy the beauty of the scenery? ? Happy cloud, how I want to hold you in my arms with open arms and feel a little relaxed from your gentle eyes. However, my open arms always fall in the empty space, countless times, countless times ... All that remains is my blank sigh, only the leaves rustling in the west wind ...? However, you are far away from me. I miss you day and night. Just like the distance between you in the sky and me on the ground. I know, I love you and miss you. It's simple. I've been waiting for you to come and see you.
Excellent Prose Description of Cloud (3)
When I was a child, I liked watching clouds. Every sunset, my childhood friends and I like to come to Hongze Lake in my hometown and watch the clouds floating under the red sun. At this time, the sun is no longer dazzling, and the clouds in the sky have become beautiful sunset clouds. Every Tanabata, grandma always lets us go to see the clouds at night, saying that the clouds on Tanabata are smart clouds, and she will be like you. She said that the clouds on Qixi night are beautiful fairy tales woven by the weaver girl in the sky. That's why grandma will tell us the story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl, which has been circulating for thousands of years. I looked at the clouds in the sky and listened to grandma's story, as if I saw that the clouds had really turned into a weaver girl and a cowherd with two baskets on his shoulders ...? Clouds are sacred to me. She is free and easy, fluttering and eclectic; She doesn't stick to a corner, she wanders around.
Clouds are beautiful. When the morning sun rises, she becomes a morning glow; When she faced the sunset, it turned into a sunset glow. Clouds are majestic. In spring, she is the rain that moistens things quietly, calling for a green world; In winter, she condenses into jade-like Qionghua, covering the withered earth and giving it warmth. Clouds are spiritual. There is a "cloud-hearted crane nature" in the mountains; On the ground, there is a mulberry body; In the sea, it has the spirit of a dragon.
Your name is also called "Cloud". How many times have I called your name in my dream? But when you are gone, you are like a real cloud, so wandering, invisible but intangible; You are like a rainbow that day, so beautiful, but you can't last long; You are like the morning glow, so bright, calling my name and looking at me affectionately; You are like fog in autumn and winter, surrounded by clouds, confusing me and making me unable to see you ... Why don't you tell me that you are going to travel far away, why your smile is so sad, and why you have been changing yourself, which makes me unable to understand and understand. Only at that moment, when the sunset glow filled the sky, did you say "I love you". At that time, I was very happy and said excitedly, "You are the beautiful sunset glow, and the sunset glow is your incarnation!" " "You smiled sadly and said," The sunset is infinitely beautiful and is buried by the coming night. "You go away, leaving me alone. From then on, I like watching clouds better. Seeing clouds is like seeing you. You are sometimes bright, sometimes beautiful, sometimes wild, sometimes warm. ? I like your splendor at sunrise and sunset, and I like your casualness and lightness. I would like to melt a white cloud and fly freely in the blue sky with you; I am willing to melt the rain and dew and nourish the thirsty land; I would like to be a rainbow connecting cowherd and weaver girl on both sides of Tianhe River. ? I want to be a cloud like you. ...