Remaining clouds

There are still a few remaining clouds floating in the sky, which 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 uneven, like cliffs, some are dark black, and some are brown. A piece of dark blue sky shows its face from the middle of these clouds to peek.

Su) Gorky's "The Old Woman of Izegier"

Black Cloud

The sun had long been buried by the gray-black clouds that had gradually accumulated. The light kept fading away. It seemed that someone used ink to apply a layer of black on the sky. No, not only one layer, but also a thicker black on the faint ink color. The ink must have been applied too much, and it seemed that drops of water were about to fall from the sky.

Ba Jin's "Autumn"

Huang Yun

Many light yellow, sampan-like clouds floated quietly over NovoChelkask. In the blue sky outside the light yellow clouds, opposite the glittering church dome, there was a gray cloud like chaotic curly sheepskin hanging motionlessly. The long tail of the dark clouds hung low like waves, and pink light radiated over the town of Kriyuansk.

Russia) Sholokhov's "Quiet Don River"

Tongyun

Today, the sky is covered with darker and darker red clouds. Cloud haze crawled out of every cave, lifted its weird head, stretched its slender body, threw out its gray mane in the wind, revealing its big dirty teeth; cloud haze surging in groups. Clouds from the north: dark and huge, but messy and tattered, overlapping each other layer by layer, with branches everywhere, like countless blown woods, with deep gaps in it, and it seemed to be spreading huge stripes like light green ice. These clouds rushed forward with wild power, whistling dull whistling. Those from the west were slowly advancing clouds: lead-like colors, huge swollen bodies, and some places emitted bright light like flames; those clouds rolled one by one, and became increasingly popular during the long journey.

The more determined it was, it was similar to the flocks of big birds. From the east were flat rust-colored steam clusters, which were the same and very monotonous, like rotten corpses with colorful blood in wounds, which made people dare not look at them. From the south, the clouds were full of vitality, black and red, reminding people of pieces of peat, with stripes and spots on the surface. Although they were dim and uninvigorated, they seemed to be hiding evil insects. There were also clouds floating high, as if they were falling from the extinguished pale sun balls. They either formed hazy and dull ghost fires, or were mixed with colorful colors, like embers that were about to be extinguished. All these clouds and hazes swarmed in, piled up into high mountains and ridges, submerging the entire sky in the turbid black torrent.

Poland) Lemont "Farmer"

dark clouds

The dark clouds rolled up sharply like the locomotives spewing smoke, dived down from the top of the highest North Mountain, and immediately turned into a group of huge beasts. Along the way, they swallowed all the frightened valleys, struggling forests, crying wild flowers, and panicked birds.

Haoran's "Landscape Love"

The tumbling dark clouds were like hundreds of wild horses running and jumping in the sky pool: some were rushing down, some were yelling with their heads raised, some were angrily raised, some were raising their front hooves, some were raising their manes and swinging their ponytails. With the hooves, they kicked up thousands of silver flowers; with their tails swept, they raised heavy snow.

Feng Lingzhi's "Song of Alimas"

Night has come.

The night sky in the desert, the strong wind gathered the dark clouds, like driving countless black wild horses, rushing in the sky pool in a fury. The sky and the earth were tightly pulled by rolling dark clouds, thickly connected. The temperature suddenly dropped, and the dark sand field suddenly became so cold and ruthless... Feng Lingzhi's "Love on the Hump"

I didn't notice that the dark clouds had been coming from the sky. It rolled with thick masses, erected a thick dark gray wall without any gaps, and quickly and stubbornly swallowed the vast sky. The edge of the dark clouds had already rolled and touched a crescent moon hanging in the air. It didn't take much effort to swallow them into the thick clouds together with the dense stars. The grassland at night was pitch black, as if it was buckled by a large iron pot. A storm suddenly arose, holding the dead grass of previous years and rotating, rolling them into the sky.

Asr's "The Wrangler's True"

There was a dark cloud in the sky, and it was like an arrow that was flying away. The dark clouds were frightened: it seemed as if it wanted to press down all its weight on the mountain, cut off the mountains, split them, and sweep them away.

Su) Ivan Shamiakin's "Snowy Winter"

Rain clouds

The tumultuous clouds, like evil, landed very low on our left and right. The water vapor that was torn to the wind was like gray, stretched out fingers, and ran continuously through the fields. These many low-hanging clouds formed a bridge across the large arches above the road ahead. Hundreds of feet in the sky were filled with storm water vapor. The sky seemed to rise and let us pass. It was a magic trick. We advanced mile after mile under the storm arch.

Awestern Weittill's "Summer Travel Fun"

Thick clouds

We were almost at the edge of the thick clouds of low pressure, but the rain had begun to fall. After that, we crawled in the clouds and felt wet and dark. However, gradually, the light became stronger and the fog became thinner. Then, suddenly, we walked into the sun again, like a slowly rising plane, we had risen to a place higher than the rain clouds. The rain was still falling below us.

We climbed up the mountain path for a while, then sat down in the sun, leaned against the stones, and looked at the shiny white mist in the valleys. The mist extended to the horizon, but peaks and ridges appeared in the middle, just like a snow-white sea that appeared black islands.

On our heads, other clouds floated in the blue sky and projected on the fog layer below. Later, more and more shadows were cast, and the clouds above gradually gathered, covering the top of Leconde and pressing on our heads along the mountain path. We climbed up again in the fog. The rain got down seriously.

(American) Ivan Wittill "The North"

Colorful Cloud

Clouds are common, but they are relaxed, fragmentary, and the flowing colorful clouds are always dancing in the air, as if they are smiling, and as if they are slightly drunk. There are few faces that are stern and lead-colored to demonstrate to anyone.

Wang Tongzhao's "Qingdao Sketch"

Floating clouds

Looking up, the gray and white clouds in the long sky blocked the blue sky, like a tent, taking the entire wasteland as its ground mat.

English) Hardy's "Return to Home"

Light cloud

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

Zheng Zhenduo's "Haiyan"

Baiyun

At dawn, the sky is vast and the earth is vast. I suddenly see white clouds gradually rising from the valley, and they accumulate thicker and thicker. Sometimes it is like a vast ocean, sometimes it is like the earth spreading, and sometimes it is like snowing in the valley. The silver sea of ​​clouds rushing through the sky, as if it is far away in the sky, or close at hand, lightly surging, spreading and connecting, changing in a variety of colors and interesting. The peaks of Yushan Mountain are faintly at the clouds, and the white clouds are scattered or clustered, changing in a variety of ways. Sometimes they gather in groups, coming out from the mountains, floating in a constant state, like a waterfall, called "cloud waterfall".

Qingzhou "Twelve Victories of Eight Scenery in Taiwan"

There are faint white clouds floating in the sky, like a fairy painter running past the heaven, hand-written and gently wiping it beside the green mountains and above the blue sky. It is also like silver feathers floating from other fairylands, like flying, stopping, sucking, blowing and leaving. At this time, your nose wings are swaying, and you only feel clean and refreshing, refreshing, and looking around, you only feel refreshed.

Sun Sun's "Cloud Fu"

The sky is very clear, with only a few white clouds moving slowly. It is like a few balls of newly loose cotton wool, wiping the clear blue transparent space to make it more transparent and shining.

"The sky is very clear" by Gu Gong

I saw the white clouds in the valley rolling into balls of cotton, sometimes turning into long silk, floating around this mountain, and leisurely moving from another mountain.

Zhou Shishan's "The Glittering Pearl - The Newly Discovered Tourist Scenery Qingyan Mountain"

A wisp of white cloud, like a gauze, was gently blown by the morning breeze, floated from the tip of a pine forest, and stopped on the head of the flute girl, as if she was nostalgic and could not bear to leave; after a while, somehow, suddenly dispersed, floated up, and dissolved into the deep and blue sky.

Yao Xueying's "Li Zicheng"

The white clouds are indeed worthy of appreciation. They are like cotton, rolls of land like waves, surrounded by mountains, and stood here like beasts: thousands of states, all kinds of wonders.

Xu Weinan's "On the Mountain"

Sometimes a few thin white clouds slowly drift towards the distant sky. Due to the vast sky, people can easily imagine the white shadows of a few sailboats in the endless ocean. Sometimes those soft velvet-like clouds are inlaid with golden edges. I know that it is the reflection of the setting sun; sometimes those clouds are velvet yellow, and I think of how delicious the morning sun is and the vitality of the bushes and grass that have been dripping with autumn dew all night.

Luo Binji's "Lonely"

In the clear sky, high and sparse clouds float slightly, as milky white as the last snow of spring, as flat and slender as the unloaded sails. Their fluffy and gentle lace, as slowly, but significantly, change at every moment.

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

Bo Yun

The upper half of a cloud covers the sun, and the tassel-like light leaking from the edge of the cloud moves rapidly, indicating the location of the sun. Other thinner and smaller clouds blow from the southwest and scatter everywhere. Most of them have irregular shapes, and the wind blows them into loose mesh.

France) Alan Rob-Grier "Pepiler"

Outside the dirty glass window, there was a large fluffy cloud in the sky, like a cotton wool. The sky was as quiet as a dead person, light blue, and the clouds were very white. The clear sky was so quiet. Jesse couldn't help but raise a cloud: it looked like a face, with rough and shallow facial features, and her expression seemed to be mocking people. But it was very firm. There were eyes, blurry nose, and outlines of her mouth. The expression on her face was blurry, but she was mocking people.

《Wonderland》Joe Ka Oz

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

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

Emei Sea of ​​Clouds

Countless snow-white clouds gathered in the distance, covering the mountains under your feet with a majestic momentum. The clouds collided gently, squeezed, pushed and hugged, slowly and softly tumbling, rising and falling, silently rushing here...

After a while, the world within my sight was all submerged by that wonderful ocean. I seemed to be sitting on an isolated island surrounded by the sea, unable to see where there was a road or where there was land. Only the peaks that penetrated the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, like some fairy mountains on the sea with magnificent postures, like some sails solidified in the waves, silently looking at me from afar...

The sea of ​​clouds is really like the sea, with the vastness of the sea, the momentum of the sea, the splashing snow waves, the deep valleys, but there is no blue of the sea, the earth-shaking whistling of the sea, and the fast rhythm of the sea... After staring for a long time, I had a very strange thought: I think the sea of ​​clouds under my feet is like a silent film, which is being displayed at a slower speed than usual. Its prototype should be a sea in a storm, a roaring sea...

The sea under my feet is too calm, too gentle, too soft. The crystal white light flashing from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds has an indescribable temptation, as if calling on the people watching the sea to jump down and have a poetic swim...

Zhao Lihong's "Emei Freehand Works"

Sea of ​​clouds

The sea of ​​clouds that rushes through silver light seems to be far away in the sky, or close to each other. They are lightly gathered and slowly surging, arranged in conjunction, changing in various shapes and interesting.

Qingzhou "Twelve Victories of Eight Scenery in Taiwan"

In fact, the wonder of pine and stone is not uncommon on other famous mountains. The most magnificent one is the sea of ​​clouds in Huangshan. The season for me to climb is early in September. The rain is clear, the sky is like washing, the huge valleys and deep valleys, the smoke and clouds are everywhere, vast and endless, like the undulating sea. The peaks and mountains are like islands, hidden in the empty and ethereal sea of ​​clouds. The white clouds come and go, rising and falling, like the surging waves. The mountain wind rises, the pine waves roar, and it is a bit like the sound of tides slamming on the shore. I admire the person who created the name "Sea of ​​Clouds". His imagination is really rich, and it is difficult for us to think of any words that can more vividly depict the reality of the cloud scenery of Huangshan than the name "Sea of ​​Clouds".

Huang Qiuyun's "Autumn Tour of Huangshan"

The summer resort in Lushan is indeed well-known. On this day, the weather is bright and clear. Looking from the window, I saw towering ancient trees nearby, covering the sun with green shade; hills and hills in the distance, white clouds appear. Sometimes the woods suddenly disappeared, turning into a sea of ​​clouds: sometimes a white cloud suddenly dissipated and turned into many towers. While staring, a white cloud came slowly and entered our room. If it were a gentleman, he would definitely open the windows and welcome it to live in together: But I was still a commoner, so I quickly closed the windows and thanked the guests.

Feng Zikai's "Face of Mount Lu"

Cloud

The small clouds on the top of the west are brightly red by the morning glow when people can't see the rising sun, like strands of colored jade dotted on white jade.

Feng Deying's "Bitty Vegetable Flower"

In the clear sky, there are sparse clouds floating slightly, as milky white as the last snow of spring, as flat and slender as the unloaded sails. Their fluffy and gentle lace, as slowly, but significantly, changes at every moment; these clouds are melting, and they are not falling shadows.
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