Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are constantly echoing. When the ape's crow was still ringing in his ears, the brisk boat had crossed the endless mountains.
2, "Linjiang Xian, dream behind the tower, locked up"
Song: Yan
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Late at night, I dreamed that the door on the balcony was locked, and the curtains hung heavily after I woke up. When last year's spring resentment came to mind, people were faint and independent in the falling flowers, and swallows were flying in the breeze and drizzle. I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, and when I came back, she was a colorful figure. Pipa playing committee pour out lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.
3. Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
Ming Dynasty: Wen Zhiming
Sweet-scented osmanthus floating jade, flowers all over the street in the first month, and the night is as cool as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace. The dragon is dying, the view is awkward, and the song is boiling. First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds.
I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went. Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday. The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy. Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.
Osmanthus fragrans on the branches are like pieces of white jade hanging. The full moon reflects the whole sky, and the night sky seems to be washed. The wind blows the brow and body, and people seem to be in the crystal palace. From a distance, dragons are flying, the palace is picturesque, and there is an atmosphere of singing and dancing. The frosty moon is everywhere, and I want to take off in the colorful clouds.
I still remember the night of the old year, drinking in Xiting and watching the clouds drift away. The past is like a dream that has just vanished, and it has reached this time last year in a blink of an eye. Both the bluebird and Chang 'e in the west told me that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming. I'm sure my old friend will give you a message. Don't live up to the fragrance of this moon palace.
4. Man Jianghong, Mrs. Dai Wang
Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang
How beautiful is the pipa outside the sand? The most bitter thing is that a flower moved from Yao Huang to Xianque. The queen mother celebrated the banquet, and the immortal's tears filled the golden plate. Listen to the palace, rain bell in the middle of the night, rest.
The clouds are gone and the fragrance is gone. Bronze camels hate it, so to speak. I want a generous man. Looking back at Zhaoyang leaving dusk, the sad copper finches welcome the autumn moon. I don't want to be like heaven, but I'm short of money.
What is the scenery outside the sand of Wan Li Lake, and the pipa sounds sad? The most sad thing is that a precious Yao Huanghua was forcibly taken out of the rooted Xianjia Palace. The queen mother's wedding feast has come to an end, and the golden plate full of copper fairy lead tears has also fallen. In the middle of the night, the rain outside the palace, the wind chimes are about to break, and the dripping water has not stopped.
The beautiful colorful clouds disappeared, the incense dust in the palace disappeared, the bronze camel and weeds perished, and they hated the country. What can I say? I really miss the generous man who went to China and chewed up Kouga's blood. Recalling the red sun in Zhaoyang Hall, the saddest place is the Bronze Sparrow Terrace, which welcomes the new moon. On second thought, my body is not like today's royal family, so that great rivers and mountains have fallen.
5. "Fold the lotus and give it away"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Rowing to the river, the rippling river is more like a bright lotus.
The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.
This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away.
Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind.
Autumn water is clear, Jiang Mei is fun, and red-violet is delicious. Climb a piece of green lotus leaf, teasing the lotus plumule, rippling, and the plumule is not round. You are far away in the colorful clouds on the horizon. You should give me the lotus. It's too far. Acacia can't imagine, looking gloomily into the distance against the cold autumn wind.
2. The poem about clouds is 1. At dusk, the pond rises with the dragon, and in autumn, the river is crowded with geese. -Don Li Shangyin's "Reading Clouds"
2. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. -Gao Shi "Don't be big"
3, good rain without rain, wind without wind, only relying on heaven as a dangerous rock. -Tang Qiji
4, a sense of Yin Qi, illness, such as play it by ear. -Don Liu Yuxi's View of the Cloud
5, Lingshan store cloud, full of early morning. -Tang Lu Chang.
6. Cai Yun was shocked at the end of the year and was entangled in the lonely mountain. -scattered into five colors, condensed into a sadness. -Tang Liyong's "Reading Clouds"
7, stand up and increase your meaning, see the lonely cloud in the peak. -Tang Cui He's "There are Clouds in the East Peak Pavilion Ridge"
The sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice, and it is gloomy and Wan Li congeals. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
9. White clouds rise from the girders, and the atmosphere never stops. -Don liqiao "Cloud"
10, far from Hanshan, there are people in the depths of white clouds. -Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
1 1, the sky is overcast. -Don Xu Kangzuo's Twilight Yun Lan
12, the Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
13, tangible things are not tired, and no trace goes with the wind. -Tang Jiaoran's "Five Miscellaneous Poems of Yun Xi Nanchi"
14, watching the clouds all day without looking back is like heartless incompetence. -Poor glory.-Pian Yu, where does sunny Wan Li come from? -Don Mutu's Cloud
15, the bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. -Guan Shanyue of Li Bai
16, birds crossing the river, holding trees and apes singing. -Don't hide in the Tang Dynasty and wait for the rain. -Don Mutu's Cloud
17, the desert sinks and the sunset shines, and Cangwu martial arts depend on each other. -Don Xu Yin's Cloud
18, sunny early spring, high heart looking at Suyun. -Colorful Jade, Purple Gas Reservoir Yuan Jun-Tang Chenmu's Three Suyun in Early Spring Dawn
19, the mountain is quiet and the clouds spit at the beginning, touching the stone slightly. -Tang Zhangfu
20. Looking at home from the west in the sun, I will hang up in Jiu Feng. -"Xiangyun" by Tang Wu Shang Hao
2 1, but which corner of the mountain, through so many clouds, how do I know? . -Jia Dao's Absence Notes
22, static is to wait for the vegetation, and then move again. -Don Xing Jixun's Cloud
23. Xiangyun rises and Qingshan is new. -Don Li Shen's "A Cloud Mountain"
24, the wild path is black, Jiang Zhouming. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
25, lying in the depths is really quiet, and the summit is immortal. -Tang Qiji's "Looking at the Cloud"
On the 26th, five colors will be used to cover Chen Zi. -Tang Lizhong's Cloud
27, Yin to frost, sunny to plum. -Tang Lizhong's "Spring Cloud"
28. Cuilou is foggy, and Lianfeng has late clouds. -Don Li Shimin's "V Hand Yun Feng"
29. Ruiyun reflects thousands of miles, and it is bright and new. -Tang Yu ji zi "Singing Clouds"
3. The poem about clouds is 1. At dusk, the pond rises with the dragon, and in autumn, the river squeezes geese. -Don Li Shangyin
2. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. -Gao Shi
3, good rain without rain, wind without wind, only relying on heaven as a dangerous rock. -Tang Qiji
4, a sense of Yin Qi, illness, such as play it by ear. -Don Liu Yuxi
5, Lingshan store cloud, full of early morning. -Tang Lu Chang.
6. Cai Yun was shocked at the end of the year and was entangled in the lonely mountain. -Tang Liyong
7, stand up and increase your meaning, see the lonely cloud in the peak. -Don Cui He
The sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice, and it is gloomy and Wan Li congeals. Cen Can
9. White clouds rise from the girders, and the atmosphere never stops. -Don Liqiao
10, the sky is cloudy. -Don Xu Kangzuo
1 1, tangible things, gone with the wind without trace. -Tang Jiaoran
12, poor glory-Pian Yu, where did the sunny days in Wan Li come from? Don Mutu
13, the bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. -Li Bai
14, the desert sinks and the sunset shines, and Cangwu martial arts depend on each other. Don Xu Yin
15, sunny early spring, high heart looking at Suyun. Colorful lights floating jade, purple gas reservoir Yuan Jun ... —— Don Chen Shimu
4. About the poem 1 early morning, Li Bai's "The Beginning of Baidicheng" in the Tang Dynasty
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day.
2. "Doing Good and Going Early" in Ting Yun, Tang Wen.
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.
3, "Making Stars" Tang Bai Juyi.
In the early morning light, the room was bright, and the early ya drum began to beat. The dog slept on the steps until the earth got wet, and the birds buzzed around the window as if reporting the weather.
In the early morning, the house is brightly lit and the morning drum strikes. The dog slept on the steps until the earth became wet and the birds sang at the window, as if to report the news of sunny weather.
4, "Early Travel" Song Chen Yu Yi.
Dewdrops invaded the camel's brown, Han Xiao was bright, and the stars were dry and bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects singing in the depths of rice fields.
When the dew fell, I wore a thick sweater and felt a little cold. Looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is particularly bright sideways. I walked across a small bridge, half awake and half asleep, and heard insects chirping in the depths of rice fields.
5. "Early hair" Ye Luo in Tang Dynasty.
A little light leaves Lu drunk and walks alone. I am worried about watching the snow and smelling the cock crow, alone in the sky.
The light was weak, almost extinguished, the wine woke up, and I was ready to leave with a solitary sword on my back. Looking wistfully at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, listening to the peasant chickens crow, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.
5. Poems describing colorful clouds were published as early as Baidicheng/Baidixiang Jiangling.
Author: Li Bai
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
Out of the clouds
Author: Lu Chang
There are clouds in Lingshan, and the morning is full of gloomy clouds.
Look at the trees, flowers, peaks and snow.
Ying Song Zhang Gaiying, spread fish scales according to the stream.
As high as a dragon, as low as a stone.
Thick light is hidden in half a cave, and light dust is floating.
Jade opens the sky, remote pity accounts for early spring.
Yongyun
Author: Li Yong
The colorful clouds surprised the old and covered the lonely mountain head.
Scattered into five colors, condensed into a sadness.
Although the shadow sank to the bottom of the ravine, it wandered in the sky.
The wind will fly away and won't stay here for long.
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 varied and unpredictable throughout the ages.
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. How do you describe the clouds in the morning? 1. The clouds in the morning are like galloping ponies, galloping freely in the boundless sky.
The clouds in the morning are like a colorful watercolor painting.
The clouds in the morning are as soft and lovely as dyed cotton candy.
The clouds in the morning are like white feathers, floating gently in the air.
In the morning, the blue sky is dotted with a few white clouds, which are really white, as white as newly fallen snow, so clean and moist.
6. In the morning, the clouds keep rolling in the sky, like a ghost with blue face and fangs, opening its mouth to swallow everything. I feel cold all over. The cold wind roared, blowing branches everywhere, and some dead branches could not stand the attack of strong winds and fell with a "crack".
7. In the morning, the sun rose, but the dark clouds covered it like a thick quilt, so the sun had to set a shiny Phnom Penh on the dark clouds, as if to tell us where it was; Sometimes, the clouds are not thick, and the sun shines directly through the cracks in the clouds, like thousands of Jin Jian, and the clouds become rosy and gorgeous because of the sunshine.
8. The clouds in the sky are as red as fire by the sun, and their shapes are ever-changing, like a big fat pig for a while and a big bear for a while.
9. You see, the clouds in the morning are consciously lined up and fluttering in the sky, just like paving a ladder to the sky.
10. Dark clouds like mushrooms are slowly accumulating in the eastern sky. After a while, the dark clouds pressed heavily on the roof like a big pot cover.
1 1. White clouds in the sky flow slowly. From time to time, several birds fly together, cross the tangled wires in mid-air and throw them into the distance, stirring up the tranquility of this summer sky.
12. Some people say that the sunshine in summer makes you remember only the blue sky and white clouds flowing quietly all day, but you can't remember the appearance of the sunshine, only the warm fragrance of the quilt after being dried.
13. The clouds in the morning, like newborn children, show this vitality and float with the wind.
14. The morning glow under the blue sky looks white and tender.
15. The beautiful clouds in the morning are called the morning glow. Natural phenomenon: The sun rises in the east in the morning. If there is too much water vapor in the atmosphere, some blue light, blue light and purple light in sunlight will be scattered by the atmosphere. Only red light, orange light and yellow light penetrate the atmosphere, dyeing the sky red and orange, forming a sunrise.
8. Sentences describing clouds in the evening and early morning
In the morning, all is silent, the sky is bright, the night is about to disappear, and the morning light of dawn slowly awakens the sleeping creatures. The air is cold, rowing a boat, slowly crossing the ocean of memory, forgetting the time, but thinking of the past, the morning is refreshing and calm, and the clouds are clear. The gray-blue dome starts from the top of the head and gradually fades into a faint blue smoke, bordering the horizon. A gentle mist rose from the river and the mountains were coated with a soft milky white. White fog makes everything hazy and psychedelic.
In the early morning, the street is very quiet. When the first ray of morning light came in through the mist, the small street ushered in a warm morning. At this time, everything in the small street was shrouded in the soft morning light, and the willows on the roadside hung their heads and took a gentle bath in the morning light. Tall poplars spread their arms like strong young people; The wet grass gives off a faint green color. What a beautiful summer morning. After beginning of winter, the weather became cold. With the cold wind blowing, the yellow leaves fell into the arms of Mother Earth. The mountains in the distance have lost a lot of weight, the grass nearby has withered, and the branches are like naked puppets, twisting their bodies mechanically, as if to say goodbye to yesterday. Everywhere in the depression, everywhere in the yellow, which caused me infinite melancholy.
noon
It's sunny at noon, scorching sun at noon, scorching sun at noon, scorching sun at noon.
Noon: Police officer Otchumelov wears a new military coat and carries a small bag across the market square. He was followed by a policeman.
Tea, with brown-red hair and thick Luo, is full of confiscated gooseberry. The air was silent.
Quiet. ..... There is not even a figure in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors and listlessly face the world created by God.
The world is like a hungry mouth. There is not even a begging bow near the store door.
In midsummer, the wind doesn't blow, the birds don't crow, the cows don't move, the valley is dead silent/the heat at noon, there is not a cloud in the sky, there is not a breeze in the space, the air seems to be stagnant/at noon, the scorching sun is on the head, weeds are sleeping in the heat, and no one dares to walk in the sun/at noon in this midsummer, the mirror-like water surface reflects strong sunlight, and the willows and poplars on the shore throw them into the river.
winter jasmine
The midday sun shines vertically. The Huanglei River is sparkling, the clear water surface shines like carp, and the water vapor floats to the villages along the river with the breeze. The roof of the village bathed in the warm sunshine in spring gives off a dry and burnt smell. The cool steam regulates the smell of dry coke, which makes people comfortable.
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Rickshaw Boy
Evening: Summer evening is warm and beautiful. Like an elegant young woman; Wear colorful skirts, close your temples and gently hold them up; Elegant and elegant.
The sky is light blue, sometimes floating clouds, like white cotton wool. The breeze blows their soft bodies and sings softly all the way. When you look down at the roadside, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. Looking up again, the cotton-like white clouds have become "ponytails" and scattered into the sky. ...
The sunset is like blood, and the sun is shining all over the sky.
I like summer nights best, beautiful and intoxicating, gorgeous! The fiery red cloud covered the western sky like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow background, with a faint orange red color; Add a light blue ribbon on the orange-red basis; One end of the ribbon is completely unfolded, and a wide bloody silk scarf gradually floats to the horizon ... thus setting off the sunset more bright red and gorgeous.
The distant mountains in the twilight are gloomy and magnificent. In the vast sea of people, I saw two poplars and pine trees standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, they looked more vigorous and tall. The swaying branches and leaves have a touch of sunset. I saw the mottled sunset hanging on the treetops and falling bit by bit. Quickly pick up the digital camera and freeze it at that moment; Bang! Beautiful silhouette-tree: like a man with indomitable spirit, he walked into my "shutter" ...
The mountains in the sunset are dignified and majestic, which fascinates me!
The night is getting darker, and the sunset finally can't stand the temper of time and falls in the valley. The top of the mountain swallowed the last ray of light. Looking at the sunset, I sighed, "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". The beautiful sunset is so spectacular, but it is a flash in the pan. Daytime replaces the sun and the moon. What about life? Everyone is from childhood, youth, maturity to old age. Where is everyone's sunset? Will it be so brilliant? Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, and youth never comes again!
The night darkened. I don't know when the budding meniscus has quietly hung in the sky. When the light is on, the neon lights are flashing. The corner that used to be sparsely populated is now crowded with people. Usually afraid of crowds, I bent down and ran to the secluded path to go home.
At this point, the streets are gradually full of people and traffic. The metropolis was plunged into a prosperous night. Bypassing the noise, I set foot on the path. There are soft weeping willows here; There is a faint scent of grass here, a thick cordate telosma here, and a charming fragrance floating in the evening breeze. ...