Like a huge oil painting, with different colors and rich levels, it reveals the profound connotation of nature that is difficult to express in words. The crimson depicts the magnificence of youth with pastoral lightness; the milky white symbolizes the purity and beauty of love and friendship; the leaden gray hints at the heavy tone of fate, declaring to people that only through resistance can progress be made; The ink black and blue purple express the breadth and depth of life with shocking power.

"Song of Clouds" by Kan Baiming

When the plane passed over an altitude of more than 10,000 meters, a truly magnificent picture of colorful clouds appeared. Who would have thought that a few hours ago, when you looked up at the sky on the ground, you saw such a painting; a few hours later, you saw such a fairy figure at your feet. The rolling clouds are like icebergs floating on the sea; they are also like various palaces, pavilions and pavilions carved from white marble, which are connected high and low to form endless long streets and new cities. The golden sunlight outlines these silvery mountains and towers. The words "covered in silver, extremely enchanting" are really appropriate to describe it. There are also the loose giant elephants made of white silk and soft cotton wool, the generous white apes, the calm camels, the peaceful sleeping lions, the plump sheep, and the standing silver roosters, either lying or sleeping. Sitting, walking, or stopping, you are all silently appreciating the tranquil beauty of this empty fairyland. I also feel a bit like an immortal riding auspicious clouds across the nine heavens.

Sun Sun's "Ode to Clouds"

Clouds

When he boarded the plane, the sky above the airport was covered with dark clouds, and the weather looked gloomy and toward the sky. Heavy gray raindrops were being thrown over people's heads, and now the sun was shining brightly on the metal body of the plane. The clouds lay low below the cabin, as if countless lime hills formed a vast white wasteland. The sky is a different scene - it is so bright and clear, as if it makes people feel that there is only boundless emptiness above the blue sky.

(Bulgaria) P. Vyzhenov's "The White Horse Relaxes at Night"

Clouds

Many clouds fell low, covering several of the highest mountains. The tops were shrouded, as if they were covered with a few pieces of white light sand.

Gu Gong's "Jinjun Mamei"

Clouds

The small clouds on the top of the west, when people can't see the rising sun, They were turned bright red by the morning glow, like wisps of colored jade dotted on white jade.

"Bitter Cauliflower" by Feng Deying

In the clear sky, high and sparse clouds float slightly, as milky white as the last snow in spring, as if unloaded The sail is so flat and slender. Their fluffy and soft cotton-like lace changes slowly but dramatically at every moment; these clouds are melting, they cast no shadows.

(Russia) Turgenev's "Hunter's Notes"

Sea of ??Clouds

This sea of ??clouds with silvery light seems to be far away in the horizon, but also seems to be close. So close. Light and slow, the arrangements are connected, varied and interesting.

Qingzhou's "Eight Scenic Spots and Twelve Scenic Spots in Taiwan"

In fact, the wonders of pine and stone are not uncommon on other famous mountains. The most majestic thing is the sea of ??clouds in Huangshan Mountain. The season for my mountain climbing was in the early autumn of September. It had been raining for a long time and the sky was clear. The sky was clear and blue. The huge gorges and deep valleys were filled with smoke and clouds. They were vast and boundless, just like the undulating sea. The distant and distant peaks are like islands, hidden in the ethereal sea of ??clouds. White clouds come and go, rising and falling, like surging waves. Where the mountain wind rises, the roar of pines is a bit like the sound of the tide hitting the shore. I admire the person who created the name "Sea of ??Clouds" very much. His imagination is really rich. It is difficult for us to think of any words that can more vividly describe the cloud scenery of Huangshan Mountain than the name "Sea of ??Clouds".

Huang Qiuyun's "Autumn Journey to Huangshan Mountain"

Lushan Mountain Resort truly deserves its reputation. It was a sunny day. Looking out the window, I could see towering ancient trees nearby and green shade blocking out the sun. In the distance, there were undulating hills and white clouds. Sometimes a forest suddenly disappears and turns into a sea of ??clouds; sometimes a white cloud suddenly disappears and turns into many towers. While gazing, a white cloud came slowly. Got into our room.

If you are a noble person, you will definitely open the window wide and welcome it to come in and live in it; but I am still a commoner, so I quickly close the window to thank the guests.

Feng Zikai's "Faces of Mount Lu"

Emei Sea of ??Clouds

Countless snow-white clouds gathered in the distance, majesticly covering the mountains at their feet . The clouds were gently colliding, squeezing, and pushing, slowly and softly rolling, undulating, and silently coming here...

After a while, my field of vision The world within reach was all submerged by that wonderful ocean. I seem to be sitting on an isolated island surrounded by the sea. I can't see where there is a road or land. I can only see the peaks in the distance that break through the sea of ??clouds, like some majestic fairy mountains on the sea, like some mountains solidified in the waves. The sails and I looked at each other silently from a distance...

The sea of ??clouds is really like the sea, with the vastness and momentum of the sea, splashing snow waves, and deep troughs, but there is no sea. The blue of the sea, without the earth-shattering roar of the sea, nor the fast rhythm of the sea... After staring for a long time, I had a very strange idea: I felt that the sea of ??clouds under my feet seemed to be a silent film. Playing at a slower than usual speed. Its prototype should be a stormy sea, a roaring sea...

The sea under your feet is too calm, too gentle, too soft, and the crystal white light shines from the depths of the sea of ??clouds. , there is an indescribable temptation that seems to be calling people watching the sea to jump down and take a poetic swim...

Zhao Lihong's "Emei Freehand Expression"

Floating Clouds

Floating Clouds

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Looking up, the gray clouds filling the long sky blocked the blue sky, like a tent, using the entire wasteland as its ground.

(English) Hardy's "The Return of the Native"

Thin Clouds

The upper half of a cloud blocks the sun, and a tassel-like light leaks from the edge of the cloud. Moves quickly to indicate the position of the sun. Other thinner and smaller clouds blew in from the southwest and were scattered everywhere. Most of them are fluid in shape, with the wind blowing them into loose meshes.

(France) "The Peeper" by Alain Robbe-Grillet

Outside the dirty glass window, there is a large fluffy cloud in the sky, like a strip of cotton wool . The sky was deathly silent, light blue, and the clouds were very white. The clear sky is so peaceful. Jesse couldn't help but hold up a cloud: it looked like a face, with rough and shallow features, and an expression that seemed to be mocking people. But very firm. There are eyes, a vague nose, and the outline of a mouth. The expression on his face was unclear, but he was teasing.

(USA) "Wonderland" by Joe C. Oates

At noon, there often appear many golden-gray, round and high clouds with soft white edges. piece. These clouds are like many islands scattered in the boundless flooded river, surrounded by pure blue and extremely clear tributaries. They stay in place, almost motionless; in the distance, close to the sky, these clouds Moving closer to each other, close together, the blue sky between them is no longer visible, but they themselves are as blue as the sky because they are soaked in light and heat.

(Russia) Turgenev's "Hunter's Notes"

Qingyun

The sky is also extremely bright blue, with only a few light pieces like tulle The clouds are flat in the sky, just like a girl wearing a beautiful blue summer dress! But around her neck was a very thin and light white gauze scarf. I have never seen such a beautiful sky!

"Haiyan" by Zheng Zhenduo

Dense Clouds

We have almost reached the edge of low-pressure dense clouds, but the rain has already begun to fall. From then on we crawled in the clouds, feeling wet and dark. However, gradually, the light became stronger and the fog became thinner. Then, suddenly, we were under the sunlight again, like a plane rising slowly. We were higher than the rain clouds. High place. The rain is still falling below us.

We climbed up the mountain path for a while, then sat down in the sunshine, leaning on the rocks and looking at the bright white mist that filled the valleys.

The fog stretches to the horizon, but peaks and ridges emerge in the middle, just like black islands emerge from the snow-white sea.

Above us, other clouds floated in the blue sky, reflecting on the fog layer below. Later, more and more shadows were cast, and the clouds above gradually gathered, covering the top of Le Conde Mountain and pressing on us along the mountain path. We climbed up again in the fog. The rain started falling in earnest.

(United States) "Spring in the North Country" by Alvin Wei Till

White clouds

At dawn, the sky is vast and the land is vast, suddenly visible White clouds gradually rise from the valley, accumulating thicker and thicker, sometimes like a vast ocean, sometimes like wadding on the ground, and sometimes like snow in the valley. This silvery sea of ??clouds and light seems to be far away in the horizon, but also seems to be very close at hand. It is light and flowing, arranged in a continuous pattern, changing and interesting. The peak of Yushan Mountain is looming in the clouds, and white clouds are either scattered or clustered, ever-changing, and sometimes they gather in groups, leaping out and floating erratically, like waterfalls, which are called "cloud waterfalls".

Qingzhou's "Eight Scenic Spots and Twelve Scenic Spots in Taiwan"

Occasionally there are faint white clouds floating in the sky, like some fairy painter running from the heaven, using his brush freely, gently wiping it beside the green mountains, Above the blue sky. It is also like pieces of silver feathers floating from some other fairyland. They fly, stop, suck in, and blow away. At this time, your nose is twitching, you feel clean and refreshing, refreshing, and looking around, you feel refreshed.

Sun Sun's "Ode to Clouds"

The sky is very clear, with only a few white clouds moving slowly. They are like a few balls of newly loosened cotton wool, making the blue and transparent space , wipe it more transparent and shiny.

Gu Gong's "The sky is very clear"

I saw only the white clouds in the valley, sometimes rolling into balls of cotton wool, sometimes turning into long silk ribbons, floating around the mountain peak Come, and drift away leisurely from another mountain peak.

Zhou Shishan's "The Shining Pearl of Emerald Green - the Newly Discovered Tourist Resort Qingyan Mountain"

A wisp of white clouds, like a veil, was slowly blown by the morning breeze, from a pine forest It floated on the top of the flute and stopped on the head of the flute girl, as if she was nostalgic and couldn't bear to leave. After a while, for some unknown reason, it suddenly dispersed, floated upward, and melted into the deep blue sky.

Yao Xueyin's "Li Zicheng"

The white clouds are indeed worth admiring. They are like cotton, rolled up like waves, and covered like mountains. There, standing like a beast: a thousand states, all strange.

"On the Mountain Valley" by Xu Weinan

Sometimes a few thin white clouds float slowly into the distant sky. Because of the vast sky, it is easy for people to imagine the white shadows of sailboats on the endless ocean. Sometimes those soft clouds are lined with a golden edge. I know that they are the reflection of the setting sun; sometimes those clouds appear. Dressed in goose velvet yellow, I thought about how beautiful the morning sun was and the vitality of the trees and grass that had been soaked with autumn dew all night.

Loneliness by Luo Binji

In the clear sky, high and sparse clouds float slightly, as white as the last snow in spring, as white as the unloaded snow. The sail is so flat and slender. Their fluffy, cotton-like lace changes slowly but dramatically at every moment.

(Russia) Turgenev's "Hunter's Notes"

Colorful Clouds

Clouds are common, but they are relaxed, fragmentary, flowing colorful clouds It dances gracefully in the air from time to time, which seems to be a smile, but also seems to be slightly drunk. He rarely puts on a sullen face to demonstrate to anyone.

Wang Tongzhao's "Qingdao Sketches"

Rain Clouds

The menacing and billowing clouds dropped very low to our left and right. The water vapor torn apart by the wind is like gray, outstretched fingers, moving continuously across the fields. The many low-hanging clouds formed an abutment across the great arch above the road ahead of us. Hundreds of feet in the air there was steam from the storm. The sky seemed to rise higher to allow us to pass. As if by magic, we advanced mile after mile under the arch of the storm.

(U.S.A.) "Summer Travel Notes" by Irwin Will Till

Dark Clouds

The dark clouds rolled up sharply like a locomotive blowing smoke, Swooping down from the top of the highest North Mountain, they immediately turned into a group of huge beasts. Along the way, they swallowed up the stunned valleys, struggling forests, weeping wild flowers, and panicked birds. Went in.

Haoran's "Landscape Love"

The churning dark clouds are like hundreds of wild horses, galloping and jumping in the Tianchi: some bow their heads and rush forward, and some hold their heads high and neigh. Yelling, some raised their front hooves with angry eyes, and some raised their manes and swung their ponytails. The movement of the hoof kicked up thousands of silver flowers; the sweep of the tail kicked up heavy snow.

"Song of Alimas" by Feng Lingzhi

Night has fallen.

In the desert night sky, the strong wind gathered the dark clouds, driving countless black wild horses, furiously charging and surging in the Tianchi. The sky and the earth seemed to be tightly pulled together by rolling dark clouds, and they were densely connected together. The temperature dropped suddenly, and the dark sandy plain suddenly became so cold and heartless... Feng Lingzhi's "Love on the Hump"

I didn't realize that dark clouds were coming low from the horizon. It rolled thickly, erecting a thick dark gray wall without any gaps, quickly and stubbornly devouring the vast sky. The edge of the dark clouds had already rolled up to touch the crescent moon hanging in the air, and it didn't take much time for them to be swallowed up into the thick clouds together with the dense stars. The grassland at night was pitch black, as if a large iron pot was held above it. The storm suddenly rose, spinning the dead grass that held the previous year's grass, and swept them up into the sky.

Asir's "The Mud of the Wrangler"

There was a low dark cloud in the sky, flying towards nowhere like an arrow. The way the dark clouds flew away was frightening: as if they were trying to push all their weight down on the mountains, cut them off, split them apart, and sweep them away.

(Soviet) Ivan Shamyakin's "Snowy Winter"

Tongyun

Now the sky is also filled with increasingly darker tongyun. . The clouds crawled out of every cave, raised their huge heads, stretched out their slender bodies, threw their gray manes into the wind, and exposed their big, dirty teeth; the clouds surged over in groups. Clouds coming from the north: dark and huge, but also messy and ragged, overlapping each other in layers, with branches spread out, like countless blown down trees, with deep gaps in the middle, and huge light green ice scattered on them. stripe. These red clouds rushed forward with wild power, making a dull roar. Those clouds coming from the west are slowly advancing clouds: lead-like in color, huge and swollen in shape, and in some places shining brightly like flames; those clouds roll one after another in turn, becoming more and more determined during the long journey. , not dissimilar to flocks of large birds. Coming from the east are flat, rust-colored steam masses, all the same, very monotonous, like rotten corpses with stained wounds and blood dripping, which makes people dare not look at them. Vibrant clouds also drifted from the south, black and reddish in color, reminiscent of patches of peat, with stripes and spots on the outside. Although they were dark and lifeless, they seemed to be hiding evil insects inside. There are also clouds floating high in the sky, as if they have descended from the extinguished pale sun. They may form hazy will-o'-the-wisps, or may be mixed with colorful colors, like dying embers. All these clouds and hazes swarmed forward and piled up into high mountains, submerging the entire sky in the turbulent black torrent.

(Poland) Lemont "Peasants"

Yellow Clouds

Many light yellow, sampan-like clouds with chests and bellies, from The sky above Novoszhal-Karsk floated quietly. In the blue sky beyond the pale yellow clouds, facing the gleaming dome of the church, there hung motionless a gray cloud like a matted curly sheepskin. The long tails of dark clouds hung low like waves, radiating pink light over the town of Kriyuansk.

(Russia) Sholokhov's "Quiet Don"

Black Clouds

The sun has long been buried by the gradually accumulating gray-black clouds. . The light kept fading.

It seemed as if someone had painted a layer of black on the sky with ink. No, not just one layer, but a thicker black on top of this light ink color. The ink must have been applied too much, as if drops of water were about to fall from the sky.

Ba Jin's "Autumn"

Remnant Clouds

There are still a few remnant clouds floating in the sky. They are very beautiful, and their shapes and colors are extremely weird. ——Some are soft, like wisps of smoke, some are dark blue, some are blue-gray; some are bumpy, like cliffs, some are dark black, and some are brown. Patches of deep blue sky peered benignly from among these clouds.

(Su) Gorky's "Old Lady Izegir"

Huangshan Clouds

The scenery of Huangshan is beautiful, and the clouds and mists of Huangshan are charming. Climbing up the mountains of Huangshan Mountain, you will see vast seas of clouds and mist everywhere, giving people a feeling of "the sky is low and the clouds are close". The clouds and mist are all around us and at our feet. Like a translucent gauze, floating gently in the wind, walking hand in hand with the tourists without restraint; like a graceful friend, passing by people without being humble or arrogant; like a wisp of smoke rising from the deep valley. Rising, like a white horse floating leisurely in the jungle.

Sun Naichang's "Huangshan Clouds"

Clouds are also a natural scenery in this mountainous area. Living in the mountains, white clouds often come as guests in the early morning. They linger outside the window, reaching for them when going out for a walk. Just walking around on the clouds. Sometimes they spread so much that the entire mountainous area forms a vast sea, leaving only the highest peaks, like dots of islands in the sea. This is Huangshan's famous sea of ??clouds. I love to watch the colorful wandering clouds in the evening. They dress up as knights and ladies, ride on dragons and cross phoenixes, and have costumed chariots and accompanying bands. When they line up and march slowly, looking from the mountains, sometimes they look like boats on the sea. . Many beautiful fairy tales in my mind are brought to mind by these wandering clouds.

Hanzi's "Small Notes on Mount Huangshan"

Clouds in Mount Lushan

The colors of the clouds and mists in Mount Lushan also change strangely. On a moonlit night in the third autumn, you can see purple mist in a place called "Moonlight Pine Forest" in the southwest of Guling Mountain.

It must be a windless night, and the curling fog rises from the pine forest, hanging on the pine needles in strands; smeared on the green rocks, like the gauze on the arms of a jade girl, like silkworms. Threads spitting from the mouth. At this time, the moon rose from the mountain pass, like an orange paint disk. The light showed a hint of apricot yellow among the silvery white. Looking into the pine forest through the moonlight, the fog that was just gray just now actually showed a faint purple-blue color. Tangled on pine trees, dwarf bamboos, and paths... They are winding, bright and dark, like strands of purple yarn. The dew in the east turned white, the dawn moon disappeared, and the purple color of the fog disappeared.

"Clouds and Mists in Mount Lu" by Chen Bingan

I woke up early and opened the window, and a few white clouds flew quietly into the house. You can simply catch clouds indoors.

The clouds in Lushan Mountain are erratic. Where do they come from? Where did it fall?

Standing on the hanging rock containing Pokou, overlooking Poyang Lake. As soon as I saw the vast lake, clouds rose and the lake disappeared in the blink of an eye. Clouds rise from the lake, cluster in front and behind, and push up the mountain. Flying straight to the 1,200-meter-high Hanpokou cliff, people flowed back and forth in front of and behind them, floating in the air. Among the people walking in the clouds, it is like a stage covered with a veil, and the dancers cannot be seen clearly. The natural world is also like an artist, good at using clouds and veils to express dreams of light and darkness.

Ai Xuan's "Yunshan Summer City"

Waterfall Clouds

The clouds are rushing and the mountains are floating. The rolling clouds flow over the mountains and pour down into the deep valleys, like flowing water and waterfalls, which are majestic and magnificent. This is the famous waterfall cloud in Lushan Mountain.

Sometimes, it trickles over Xiaotianchi Mountain, forming a line and entering the deep valley. Sometimes, it passes through every pass of Xiaotianchi Mountain like silver threads, shaking down like a jade curtain. Sometimes, it is like a surging river, rushing over the top of Damu Mountain, surging, flying down, and cascading thousands of feet.

Su Mao's "Lushan Waterfall Clouds"

Fire Clouds

The clouds in the sky burned from the west to the east, and they were red, as if the sky was on fire. The fire clouds in this place change a lot. Sometimes they are golden, sometimes they are half purple and half yellow, and sometimes they are half gray and half lily.

Grape gray, pear yellow, eggplant purple, these colors are available in the sky. There are also colors that cannot be described or seen. A horse appeared in the sky, with its head facing south and its tail facing west. The horse was kneeling, as if it was waiting for someone to ride on its back before it stood up. After a second, nothing changed. After another two or three seconds, the horse got bigger, its legs stretched out, its neck grew longer, and its tail disappeared. The viewer is looking for the horse's tail, and the horse becomes blurred.

Xiao Hong's "Fire Clouds"

The sky is filled with sunset, one after another, the burning clouds weave the sky into a beautiful brocade. It is really a beautiful scene. How many colors are there in the sunset? ? Red, yellow, gold, purple, blue, and maybe other colors. The most beautiful thing is the dazzling golden red, which decorates the sky and the earth. The villages, fields, and roads are all painted with a faint blush, and even the weeping willows on the canal embankments are trimmed with a golden-red shiny edge. There is a person standing on the river embankment, calm and calm, seeming to be watching the colorful reflection of the sun on the quiet river, and also seems to be attracted by the infinitely beautiful sunset, leisurely looking into the distance.

Ling Li's "Star Grass"

In the sky, fire burned and the clouds became bigger and bigger. Red, ocher, purple, cyan, black, all kinds of colors, irreconcilably forming a surging river.

"The End of Myth" by Jiang Shiyuan

Clouds in Dianchi Lake

The clouds in Kunming are very distinctive. Sometimes, the continuous clouds with gold or silver edges are rolling; sometimes, only a spotless white lotus appears in the sky; sometimes, it is like the dome of a huge building, with all the intricate carvings on it. , birds and beasts, everything you want. Sometimes the clouds are as light as cotton, sometimes as heavy as crystal boulders. Due to the strange changes in cloud shapes and rich colors, the colors of the lakes and mountains of the Five Hundred Mile Dianchi Lake also change endlessly.

Luo Ting's "Five Hundred Miles of Dianchi Lake"

Needless to say the green vegetable border, the smooth stone well railings, the tall acacia trees, and the purple mulberries; nor the chirping cicadas in the leaves. With a long chant, the fat wasp lay on the cauliflower, and the agile wasp called the emperor (skylark) suddenly flew straight from the grass into the sky. The surrounding short mud walls alone are infinitely interesting. The oil flies sing here, and the crickets play the piano here. When turning over broken bricks, you sometimes meet centipedes; and cantharides. If you press its backbone with your fingers, it will snap loudly and a burst of smoke will be emitted from the rear orifices. Polygonum multiflorum vines and magnolia vines are intertwined. The magnolia vines have lotus-like fruits, and the polygonum multiflorum vines have swollen roots. Some people say that Polygonum multiflorum root has a human shape, and if you eat it, you can become an immortal. So I often pull it up and pull it up again and again. I have also damaged the mud wall because of it, but I have never seen a root that looks like a human. . If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, which look like small balls made of small coral beads. They are sour and sweet, and the color and taste are far better than mulberries.

We are now walking on a narrow and dangerous path. On the left is a vast quagmire, on the right is also a vast expanse of floating sand, and in front is a distant destination hidden in the mist.

However, everyone has the intention to joke with Wu Chang, because he is straightforward, likes to talk, and has human feelings. If you want to find a real friend, he is the best one.

If you don’t want to put the elixir on your tongue, and you can’t think of “injustice”, of course, what’s the use of taking “Bai Gu Pi Wan” for more than a hundred days? Still unable to break the edema, my father finally lay on the bed and gasped. I also invited Mr. Chen Lianhe back, this time it was a special offer, which cost ten yuan. He still calmly prescribed a prescription, but he stopped using the Baigupi Pills, and the medicine was no longer very magical, so it only took half a day to fry the medicine, drink it, and it came out from the corner of his mouth.

When Mr. is absorbed in reading, it is very suitable for us. A few used paper armor sets to put on their nails for show. I was a painter, using a kind of paper called "Jingchuan paper" to trace the embroideries in the novel one by one, just like shadowing when practicing calligraphy. The more books I read, the more pictures I drew; I didn't finish reading the books, but I made a lot of paintings. The most successful ones were the portraits of "Dang Kou Zhi" and "Journey to the West", both of which were large.

Later, because I needed money, I sold it to a rich classmate. His father ran a tin foil shop; I heard that he was now a shopkeeper and was about to be promoted to the status of a gentleman. This thing no longer exists.

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