A poem describing clouds in the mountains

Poems about misty mountains.

Zhong Nanshan

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Wei

Original text:

The majestic Tian Yishan is close to Chang 'an, and the mountains continue to extend to the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.

The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?

Sushi Yishan high school

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Han Yi

Original text:

Clouds don't * * this mountain is neat, and the mountain is pale and lost.

At dawn, the crescent moon flies to the tall trees, and the Milky Way in autumn night is far to the west of several peaks.

Write a poem about mountains and clouds.

There are clouds in the sky and green hills everywhere.

Brocade wrapped around the waist, Zigui worried about his hometown tonight.

Wang Yue

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket.

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

The breeze and bright moon are priceless, and there is love near water and distant mountains. The fog locks the mountains, and the sky is connected with water. Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, come at midnight and go at dawn. Come like a spring dream, go like a cloud, and have nothing to hide. The mountains and waters are beautiful and the fog falls for miles. At first glance, I suspected Tibetan and Han temples, but the sunshine did not cover Qin Lou. After the rain, the red bridge is full of flowers, and the catkins stick to the mud all night. There is no fog in the morning, and the spring mountain is as scary as the distance. The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.

Sitting at the Shuige at night is endowed with a mist-Don

When the moon sets and the fog rises, Shen Sihao can cross the river.

Birds are singing and trees are scattered, and mountains are pale.

Desert sand is on the road, in the fields.

It is better to rely on trees in the distance and be poor intermittently.

The mountains in the distance are clear and blue-Don Li Shimin

The residual clouds gather in the green ridge, and the evening mist is all day long.

All green, and half red.

Just like the first month, the wind is very strong.

Also because of Sanli, the crown is far from the same.