Yun Weimei's poems

1. A beautiful sentence describing the cloud 1. Fragment-prone clouds are always flying in the air, which seems to be

2. The beautiful shape of the cloud makes me cherish and cherish, and at the same time encourages me not to be confused about life. After the thick clouds, it will be sunny, not to mention bravely going on, and everything in the world will be successful!

3. The cracks in the clouds, like curtains being pulled open, are getting bigger and bigger, and the beautiful blue sky is finally unfolding on the earth.

The clouds in the sky are like white sheep, like continuous peaks, like galloping horses, like mighty lions, like rolling waves, like accumulated cotton wool, like luminous fish scales.

In the sapphire sky, there are snowflake clouds. They float carefree, thick or light, gather or disperse, and change their forms from time to time, as if to show you that they are the embodiment of everything.

6. There are several white clouds in the sky, painted with a layer of sunset glow, just like colorful silks and satins, which decorate the blue sky.

7. The rolling dark clouds, like thousands of fierce horses, galloped in Tianchi, jumping: the hooves moved, kicking up thousands of silver flowers, and the tail swept away, raising heavy snow.

8, this dark color almost renders half the sky, which is very beautiful. Look carefully again, its color changed from light yellow to orange, blending with the color of the sky, just like watercolor painting in art.

9. There is a ray of bright red on the eastern horizon, and white clouds are set with Phnom Penh. The blue morning mist hangs over the distant villages and trees, and the water in the pool is sparkling, giving off a cool and fresh breath.

10, Haiyan Teng, a wisp of a bunch, melts among the mountains in various ways, sometimes like the rise of seawater, rolling waves, and sometimes like the water of the Yangtze River. Surge forward and turn back.

1 1, the cloud on the mountainside, like a white gauze, a ribbon, a bright spring, freely and naturally surrounds it, lying as light, soft and lazy as a sleeping beauty.

12, looking up at the sky, beautiful clouds flying in the air will make my mood as relaxed as clouds.

13, clouds are mysterious and changeable, such as ten thousand late hibiscus flowers, or blowing veils, or rushing into a swift river in Wan Li.

14, fluffy blue-gray clouds, like a group of scattered bright birds, gallop low on the sea.

15, the clouds are like cotton balls, the waves are like rolls, and they are like mountains. Animals stand there in thousands of States.

16, white clouds come and go, and sometimes they rise and fall. The game is like a rough sea, filled with smoke and endless.

17, cirrus clouds are constantly floating, sometimes like a white feather, sometimes like a white yarn.

18, the blue sky is the curtain, white clouds are the protagonist, and occasionally a few larks fly by, leaving a chirping echo, which also constitutes a colorful picture. Give a person a kind of indescribable wonderful feeling.

2. What are some beautiful sentences describing clouds? 1. Beautiful clouds are so naughty, so cute and so interesting. I love the blue sky, and I love the white clouds in the blue sky more.

2, white clouds are like cotton, I can't help feeling deeply. White clouds are often the most abundant after heavy rain washes the earth. It is a strange substance that evaporates from the pure white water of nature.

Clouds are preaching beauty while taking a leisurely walk, but it seems that they still don't know their own wonder and continue to spread their charm.

Baiyun is like a painter with extremely rich imagination. It conjures up various shapes from time to time and becomes a magnificent dragon. In a short time, he will become a lovely little white rabbit.

The clouds in the sky are like white sheep, like continuous peaks, like galloping horses, like mighty lions, like rolling waves, like accumulated cotton wool, like luminous fish scales.

3. Ask for a beautiful sentence describing clouds? The weather is gloomy, and the sky is thick, low and gray-yellow turbid clouds.

? Relaxed, fragmented and flowing colorful clouds are always flying in the air, which seems to be a smile and a slightly drunk expression. ? At noon, there are often many round, high clouds with soft white edges, like many islands, scattered in endless rivers, surrounded by pure blue and extremely clear tributaries, which stay in the same place and hardly move.

? Multi-tone and colorful sunset glow. Half the sky is woven into luminous brocade. ? The sky is covered with fluffy blue-gray clouds.

? Overhead is a pile of thick purple clouds pregnant with heavy rain. ? Clouds are like anemone petals.

? Clouds in the sky are like white clothes, and bullying must change like a pale dog. ? The sky is like the plump wings of a big bird. There are white feathery clouds everywhere. The sky is cloudy all day, frowning like a gloomy person.

? In the blue sky, clouds like red silk were taken away and shone on the river, and the water was as big as cockscomb. ? The high blue sky wall is inlaid with marble clouds.

? A few thin clouds, some as white as newly picked cotton, some as red as the drunken color on a beauty's face. ? A few thin white clouds seem to have been melted by the sun and moved slowly with the wind.

? Cirrus clouds are constantly floating, sometimes like a white feather, sometimes like a white gauze. ? Clouds are gathering, the ground is covered with snow, and thousands of forests are made of flour, and Wan Li is made of silver.

? The white clouds in the valley sometimes roll into cotton-wool clouds and sometimes become long silk. ? That big cloud is like old cotton wool hanging in the gloomy sky. There are a few white clouds in the sky, painted with a layer of sunset glow, just like colorful silks and satins, decorating the blue sky.

An elegant cloud, beautiful and romantic, spreads like a blooming saussurea involucrata on an iceberg. Floating clouds change like magicians, sometimes piling up like mountains, sometimes shrinking into exquisite bonsai, and sometimes drawing the appearance of birds and animals, which is endless and fascinating.

Clouds are as wide as the sea, moving like smoke, color like snow, and soft like water. Occasionally a faint white cloud floated from the horizon, like a fairy-like painter running in the sky, holding a pen in his hand and gently wiping it on the blue sky next to the castle peak.

In the distant sky, there are several thin clouds like cotton wool. The cracks in the clouds, like curtains drawn, are getting bigger and bigger, and the beautiful blue sky is finally unfolding on the earth. A few loose clouds chase in the blue sky and dance like fairies.

The vast sea of clouds is still, frozen and pale, like an eternal wasteland, which makes people feel terrible. Pieces of clouds, falling together, like the folds of brocade.

I saw clouds floating in the clear air, like spring water, warm and pleasant, like a giant swan, holding its white chest high, which has never been disturbed by anyone. Clouds of dark clouds, like a group of monsters specializing in destruction, galloped in the chaotic sky when the wind was blowing hard.

The west is overcast and choppy, pushing forward and hugging back. Clouds are scattered or gathered, and peaks and mountains are flashing.

The distant mountains were covered with colorful clothes of sunset glow, and the white clouds like milk had become as red as fire that day. As soon as the gale stopped, a dark cloud came from the northwest sky. It flies at a dizzying speed. Like the collapse of the whole northwest, the whole mountain needs to be razed to the ground.

Dark clouds are like crazy lions, rolling on the bottom of gray clouds. The vast sea of clouds, like white veils, floats between the peaks.

The sky is covered with gray clouds, flying like a swift horse. ? White fluffy clouds floated gently in the sky. Clouds are mysterious and changeable, such as ten thousand late hibiscus flowers, or blowing veils, or rushing into a swift river in Wan Li.

? There are few stars in the moon, and the thin milky gray clouds flow through the sky like streams. A crescent moon is like a reflection in a stream, swaying and smiling from Yun Ni from time to time. ? Soft as floc and light as silk cloud, surrounded by Hao Yue rising from the sea.

? Clouds are floating heavily, like some big birds with full stomachs. ? Yao is particularly tall and blue, and the clouds are as white and gentle as a girl.

? Fluffy blue-gray clouds, like a group of scattered bright birds, gallop low on the sea. ? Swallows in the sea of clouds soar in clusters, melting among the mountains in various ways, sometimes like the rise of sea water, rolling waves, and sometimes like the water of the Yangtze River.

? A white cloud swims in the clear sky, like a lone sail on the blue sea. ? This fleeting change, sometimes like a silver thread, dances lightly, and sometimes merges into a ribbon that seems bright and dark, and stretches on and on. White clouds come and go, ups and downs, the game seems to be choppy, smoky and endless, just like the ups and downs of the sea.

This white cloud rolls freely and changes endlessly. It tied a belt to the forest and put a hat on the mountain peak. The bloated white clouds move slowly, like a group of old women, bending their backs and walking hard in front of the moon step by step. Frozen clouds in the sky are like fish scales. The rolling dark clouds, like thousands of fierce horses, galloped in Tianchi, jumping: hoofing, kicking up thousands of silver flowers, sweeping away the tail and raising heavy snow.

The sky is gray, and the clouds have lost their shape, like a basin washed with an inkstone, deep and shallow, and chaotic. The atmosphere was shrouded in dark clouds, and serrated lightning violently split the clouds, shining brilliantly in the gloomy darkness.

Dark clouds all over the sky run in the air like demons, and raindrops like thunder, electricity and stones attack each other. ? Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn on the bottomless sea. Like cotton, the clouds in the sky have dissipated one after another, and green laughter boxes have appeared in several places.

? Dark clouds piled up into a whole, like a thick piece of iron, and gradually sank to the ground, as if to cover the roof, and the house would be squashed in an instant. ? The broken and fluffy appearance of the rain cloud makes it look drunk and playful.

? Dark clouds seem to be waves rushing to the ground like fluffy gray peaks, an abyss formed by waves and strong winds, and a newborn light green bubble that has not been flushed by crazy debt anger.

4. A beautiful sentence describing the cloud 1. Quietly looking at the changeable clouds, it will turn into a lovely rabbit and a beautiful flower. Look! That flower, like "20 12", seems to be a blessing for the coming of the new year.

Don't underestimate these clouds, they will change color! On a sunny day, it put on a white coat, like a big cotton candy; On rainy days, it is covered with a black poncho, like a black tire; At sunset, the sun turns the clouds orange, which is unparalleled. 2. I still look up at the pure spirit with a happy attitude, and the cloud seems to have found me, so it quickly passed to the other side with the breeze. At first, I thought he was trying to escape, so I stood up and held out my hands in an attempt to stop his progress.

But I was wrong. He moved down and let the sun show its eternal smiling face. With the appearance of smiling faces, the sunshine began to spread. The cloud blocked part of the sunshine, so he discounted the perfect Phnom Penh on the cloud, and Phnom Penh also cooperated with it to outline its gentle and fluttering posture, as if it were coated with a layer of more beautiful lace, which exuded a noble atmosphere everywhere.

I realized it was to show off in front of me! Clouds are preaching beauty while walking leisurely, but they still don't seem to realize their wonder and continue to spread their charm. Look, they will soon become cars in the sky, as if to subvert what people call science; After a while, she turned into a proud lady and walked leisurely in the sky; In a short time, he became a lovely puppy, which made people want to touch his pure fluff ... 4. In the morning, although there were not many clouds in the sky, it was beautiful. (www.fwsir.Com) In the hazy fog, a few faint clouds appeared, condensed faintly in the boundless sky. The sky is getting brighter and the sun is coming out. According to these clouds, clouds look more beautiful.

5. Beautiful clouds are so naughty, so cute and so interesting. I love the blue sky, and I love the white clouds in the blue sky more.

6. Cloud is a magical magician who can become anything in the world; Clouds are flying chameleons, changing into various colors; Clouds are weather forecasts, telling us the weather tomorrow; Cloud is a fairy tale character, which brings us endless joy; Cloud is still a movie, a movie that will never end. 7. The clouds in the sky are really beautiful, just like a beautiful girl.

In the morning, Miss Yun, dressed in pink, smiled at people as if to say, "Get up, children, the sun is coming out." At noon, Miss Yun was dressed in white and covered the sky with a layer of silver satin, as if to say, "Go home, children!" " ! Or the sun will tan your little faces. "

Clouds in the sky, with different shapes, are really good friends of people. 8. White clouds are like cotton, and I can't help feeling deeply.

White clouds are often the most abundant after heavy rain washes the earth. It is a strange substance that evaporates from the pure white water of nature.

9. 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.

10, Baiyun is like an imaginative painter. From time to time, he conjures up some shapes and becomes a magnificent dragon. After a while, I will become a lovely little white rabbit; In a short time, it became a pure white butterfly, as if it really wanted to fly, and even colorful real butterflies were ashamed. 1 1, the clouds at noon make you mysterious. Many white clouds are like piles of marshmallows.

In the afternoon, the clouds become more and thicker. They are neatly arranged and float in the blue sky in pairs. A cool breeze blew, the branches were blown stagger, leaves were everywhere, and dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, as if to swallow the white clouds. Xifeng came, and she blew away the dark clouds.

At this time, the sky returned to its original state. White clouds in the sky form a quiet and beautiful oil painting.

12. Clouds like cotton are floating in the sapphire sky. They play naughtily in the sky, sometimes dancing leisurely like a free white butterfly. Sometimes, they run forward like flocks of white rabbits; Sometimes it's like a herd of wild horses dragging the reins and galloping under the blue sky.

The sun is just right at this time, and the clouds in the sky are as bright as silver, floating leisurely under the breeze.

There are several white clouds in the blue sky, walking slowly.

Milky white clouds floated to the mountainside and danced gently like fairy moths.

The sky is particularly blue, and white clouds float in the blue sky like veils.

In the moonlight, the clouds perched like Bai Lianhua.

The white clouds in the sky, piece by piece, are like sails floating in the sea.

A few thin white clouds seem to have been melted by the sun and slowly gone with the wind.

A few white clouds, like white sails, roam freely in the blue and distant sky.

White clouds are like cotton in the clouds, like waves in the volume, and they are like mountains.

White clouds bloom in the valley, appearing hazy, clean and mysterious, like white snow lotus.

In the blue sky, there are several milky white clouds hanging on the calm sea like small white sails.

The scattered clouds seem to have solidified, reflecting the bright sunshine and shining with silver light.

6. The poem praising the cloud is 1. It's late in the snowy mountains, smoke from cooking stoves is accompanied by sunset, and the shadows of trees are faint.

From Zhou Puzi in the Tang Dynasty, Nostalgia for Qin in Spring.

I hope to disappear in the wilderness, and the river lingers in distant villages. Cattle and horses put more spring grass, and Harada plowed ancient monuments.

It's late in the snowy mountains, smoke from cooking stoves is accompanied by sunset, and the shadows of trees are faint. Wan Li Huangsha, it's hard to look back at Qinyuan.

Explanation:

Looking at the suburbs in spring, watching the water mirror winding away and surrounding distant villages, infinite sadness rises from my chest. Many cattle and horses eat grass, which leads to the exhaustion of the original spring grass. Cultivated land, discovered historical sites, and confirmed that this is the hometown of Qin State.

Snow-covered mountains become more boundless at dusk; Sunset accompanied by clouds and smoke makes the forest darker. After a few miles, it was still covered with yellow sand. It's too desolate. Think about the prosperity of this Qin land in those days, it's really unbearable to look back.

2. The Silk River, with bright spring, floats between heaven and earth, like a cloud beside the Jade Peak, shuttling between ancient times and the present.

From the Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Climbing the Building"

Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them. The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.

The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet. Alas, the ruler and emperor of Shu are still enjoying sacrifices in the temple, and I will recite Liang Yinfu in the evening.

Explanation:

Flowers are close to tall buildings, and I feel sad when I am far from my hometown. At this moment when the whole country is in trouble, I went upstairs to have a look. Spring scenery on both sides of Jinjiang River is pressing, and the clouds on Lei Yu Mountain are ever-changing.

The imperial court, like Polaris, will not change in the end. Bandits and robbers from Xishan shouldn't break in. Unfortunately, Liu Chan, the late ruler of Shu, still enjoys sacrifices in the temple. At dusk, I will recite Fu Liang's song.

The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.

Guan Shanyue by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Explanation:

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty Changfeng swept across the mountains of Wan Li and came to the border where the garrison soldiers were stationed. In those days, Han soldiers pointed to Deng Bai Mountain Road, and Tubo coveted a large area of rivers and mountains in Qinghai. In these places where wars have been fought for generations, few soldiers can survive.

The foot soldiers guarding the border town are watching, and the face that looks forward to going home is so sad! When the wives of the soldiers in this family's high-rise building are sad and sigh, they will probably never stop.

4. Tears are silent in spring, and clouds are shy.

In Song Dynasty, Wu Wenying, Huanxisha, people left the flowers, dreaming of old travel.

My dream is always to swim in an ancient dream. In my dream, I went back to the yard and deep flowers covered the gate. The setting sun is gradually sinking, and the swallows are silent, as if with all the sadness. A faint fragrance wafted, and her delicate fingers gently pulled open the curtains of Mix.

The leisurely catkins fall silently, which is where the god of the world takes you. The east wind at night is colder than in autumn.

Explanation:

My dream always lingers in the old dream. In my dream, I came to the courtyard of that year again, with deep flowers covering the door. The sunset sinks to the west in silence, and the returning swallows are silent, as if with all kinds of sadness. A faint fragrance wafted, and her fragrant white fingers gently opened the small curtain.

Long catkins fall silently, which is God's tears "Where Will the World Go?". Moonlight is gently covered by floating clouds, which is because of shyness, blocking tears. The chilly spring breeze blows on the face, and the bleak momentum is like autumn.

5, lying and looking at the clouds in the sky, I don't know that the clouds are by my side.

From Song Chen's Xiang Zhong.

Flying flowers on both sides of the strait, red boats, and a hundred miles of fish embankment wind for most of the day.

Lying on the boat and looking at the clouds in the sky, they didn't seem to move, but they didn't know that the clouds and I were moving eastward.

Explanation:

Vilen on both sides of the strait is full of colorful fallen flowers, dancing with the wind, and even the sails seem to be tinged with light red. Sailing along the downwind, along the elm-covered levee, you can walk for half a day to a place hundreds of miles away from Beijing. Lying on the boat, looking at the clouds in the sky, they seem motionless, but they don't know that the clouds and I are heading east.

7. The poem describes the colorful clouds with jade handles and beautiful scenery, and the master is still fresh. Dream of Limbu Mountain. A little bit of Fei Ying, you can clearly know the way. The sun shines brightly in spring. Carp court buried Yushu. Nine strangers seem to be empty. Late in Los Angeles, I stayed for a long time, and the disaster road was poor. I always hated Pingyuan Fu, and Hsinchu moved to another cluster. I was full of "enjoying the old love."

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Minors, green mountains and green waters.

Geng Kun in the early Yuan Dynasty

Nine courtiers are full, so I'm a memorial guest for the time being. Re-enter yuanshi county Creek, shine in the spring, and Lin suspects Cai Feng.

It is not the flowering period that makes the afterglow bloom. Music and heaven are impressionable. Even the flute drums your house.

Sadly, there was an autumn wind in Xianyang. Small curtain selling wine to see plum blossoms, spring dawn, autumn water * * * days.

The ringtones are overlapping. Heritage is a wall of books, and the torch occasionally turns into a flower. Man Zi served poorly, and the monk's hall was ungrateful.

Make friends by jade.

Purple shell is a kind of high que. The breeze leaked and the lake was a little rosy.

Homesick, exploring the moon, standing at night.

Feather fans are full of scarlet, light smoke and old trees are faint crows,

Read well plate cloud Ming idle, this day should be disappointed, three dynasties waiting drum on credit, Rong Hui in the eye:

Sunset in a lonely village.

Recalling the flute, the golden furnace separates Cui Hua: Mo Dao Sang Yu is late.

Wu Wenying Xijiangyue

Adding thread to embroider the bed is tired. Staggered thousands of halberds, the group is old. Quietly ask for heaven.

Willow is swaying in the wind.

Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel promoted the frequent hope of Judah. The western suburbs also join hands and share joys and sorrows, each with its own differences. Who can keep Ma Peng?

His face was pale and ambiguous, and his car books were everywhere.

Voser is Millennium-old, and the high rhyme shines in the spring, and the old tour meets. [Tang] Ling Huchu's Youth Travel

Liu Yuxi. Dong Lianchuang, Huanglong Jian Daya, mirror photo.

Yi will be in the Zen Palace, and Zhu Xian will be reflecting Jiang Sha.

The sound of ants fighting is still there. It's too hasty to go back to the house. There are many people in Lingxiao, and Chengjiang is as quiet as practice.

After staying in Jiangnan in summer and not knowing flowers,

When will the smog reach the window? Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu)

Bow back, bright sword, frost, scattered color doctor's house. 300 poems. You in the distance will receive rhyme. It's hard to get back together when it's absolutely beautiful. Who will taste Ling Tao wine? Cotton changes with time. This hat faces the snow at half-eaves. Outside, Han Xiao hissed, and there was fog in five tombs. The night candle suddenly blows into the wind, and the incense disappears.

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, he has been in the dragon for many years.

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Fu Sheng is from Lotus.

Spring breeze doesn't understand people's wishes.

Wisdom is real. Only spiritual luck should be caressed.

The plain rolled up Yao's seat. Never cross the fence. Zhang's Nursery sings Shi Chong's Home. Aquamarine asked: An ancient poem containing "Xia Chun".

Keep the letter scattered or small.

The cave mat is dead, the mountain is solid and the forest is dark.

Gather and disperse:

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Last month, the river was sunny.

Jionji misses Li Duan very much.

I can't remember those who have gone, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers, eight minks on the left and right, and flowers like the morning glow before Mei San. Sheng Mingduo is in office.

8. A wisp of white clouds, like a tulle, was slowly blown by the morning breeze, floated from the tip of a pine forest and stopped on the head of the flute girl, as if reluctant to leave; After a while, I don't know why, suddenly spread out, fluttered and melted into the deep blue sky.

? Clouds are like anemone petals. ? Clouds in the sky are like white clothes, and bullying must change like a pale dog.

? The sky is like the plump wings of a big bird. There are white feathery clouds everywhere. The sky is cloudy all day, frowning like a gloomy person. ? In the blue sky, clouds like red silk were taken away and shone on the river, and the water was as big as cockscomb.

? The high blue sky wall is inlaid with marble clouds. ? A few thin clouds, some as white as newly picked cotton, some as red as the drunken color on a beauty's face.

? A few thin white clouds seem to have been melted by the sun and moved slowly with the wind.