Beautiful prose poems about white clouds?

The sky is clear, only a few white clouds are moving slowly. It is like a few loose cotton wool, which makes the original transparent blue space more transparent and shiny. The following is what I brought to you for your appreciation.

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A white cloud

Allow the plane to take off

Pigeons in my heart

Let it fly freely in the air.

In the direction of dreams.

Break through the barrier of dark clouds and fog

Fly over the mountains

Fly over the ocean

Stick to faith

Expand one's activities and interests.

Just for that lifelong ideal.

Tireless white dove

Turned into a white cloud

Blend into the blue sky

hold one's own

A pure and quiet place

From this time on.

I often look up.

Layers of white clouds

The most beautiful one

It contains the power of infinite persistence.

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Love the sea of clouds in autumn and October, and the white clouds are like the East China Sea.

Bailongzhu dreams of the blue sky, and the beautiful Chang 'e is in the clouds.

Looking at the colorful sky, the queen mother smiled at Yao Taibai.

The sun, the moon and the stars sigh China, and good luck is the South China Sea.

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Residual wind, with tree burial.

Leng Yue, it appears with the stars.

Between the white clouds, there is no dream, she lifts her up and sinks her down. Disappear.

You wave to me and I nod to you.

But she forgot her dream and wandered around the world.

I am so far away from her that I can't reach her like light.

I am close to you, as close as my heart.

I saw the falling star flash and disappear.

Look, the breeze is blowing by.

I am not a bell, I can't bury happiness in white clouds.

You are not a piano sound, and you can't bury happiness in white clouds.

She is not an angel, but she is buried among us.

Sometimes when you come into this world,

Sometimes fall back into the clouds.

Infinite light asked the boy, why did the white clouds change?

White and flawless smiling white clouds, who confessed the autumn wind story?

In the ideal of sunshine, poetry and Zen fruit thank true love.