Celestial Descriptions IV. Skies and Clouds

sky

The sky deep in the mountains and valleys

As some people exaggerate, the sky in the deep mountains and valleys is smaller than the plains, and the peaks that stand tall form a cylinder, and only with your face upturned can you top the aquamarine crystal lid......

Haoran "Landscape Love

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The evening sky

The sun had sunk below the horizon, and the blush had faded to a pale red. The sky above had turned from a pale blue to a lake green like a duck's egg, and a quiet twilight was darkening her on all sides.

Margarita Misil "Gone with the Wind"

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The sky at dawn

The sun had not yet risen, but the air was already thick with the chill of dawn, and the grass was covered with grey dew, and the early larks were singing in the half-light and half-dark clouds, and in the far and far sky, a great last morning star was staring, like a lonely eye.

Turgenev, "The Eve"

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It was not yet sunrise, and it was a little cloudy, and there was a wonderful moment of vastness. In the deep and pale sky, there were still a few stars scattered, the ground was pitch black, the sky was completely white, the weeds were trembling slightly, and everywhere was shrouded in mysterious light. A lark, as if it had joined the stars, sang in the sky, and the sky seemed to be listening to the ode to the boundless universe with bated breath. In the east, the Grasse Col reflected its black shadow on the bronze-colored horizon, and the dazzling white star hung over the top of the hill as if it were a soul flying out of the dark col.

Hugo, Les Misérables

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Overcast skies

As for the sky, it was aluminum-gray, confused, chaotic. The plane flew higher and higher, and gradually everything under the ground was complete, and the surroundings were completely gray, and the haze enveloped the plane. "Like falling into a fog", this sentence is the most appropriate way to describe that kind of taste.

Qin Mu "The Wind and Snow and Haze in Europe"

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I looked up. The sky hung low like a curtain of gray fog, and some cold debris fell on my face. A distant falcon seemed to be angry, angry at the heavy sky, and its flat wings fell diagonally from the sky, almost touching the earth on the other side of the ditch, and fluttered its wings and made a violent sound. It was so huge that it amazed me. I have white feathers between my two ribs.

Then I heard its powerful chirp, like the cry of a great heart, or the cry of finding a mate in the darkness.

However, the rain did not come.

He Qifang "Before the Rain"

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Cold sky

The sky has been fine. The nearby mountain houses and gardens are immersed in the quiet and clear cold of the windless, soaked in the dazzling light and pale blue shadows, everything is so white, hard and clean. The cloudless pale blue sky, the dome shrouded the earth, thousands of flickering points of light, shining crystals, fluttering and frolicking in the sky.

Thomas Mann, Tristan

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sky

The sky is high and clean, and the blue sky seems to reveal a lovely turquoise due to the reflection of the earth, and the white clouds float softly, like white sails floating in the sea.

Wu Kejing "The Jade Girl of the Wei River"

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Above is the blue sky. What the beauty of this blue sky is, I can't think of anything to compare it with when I think about it. The soft blue silk scarf is not as bright as it. The glossy blue stone jade is not as brilliant as it. Its blue is not so deep that it turns black, nor does it fade to white, but it is shiny and shiny, like a piece of glass hanging in the sky.

Zhou Quanping "Lost Dream"

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Blue sky. The sky is as clear as autumn water. In the spring of April, like a transparent green lake, it turns upside down and bends at the zenith.

Hemmer "The Road"

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In the pink sky, there are many stony green floating clouds, and the stars flicker behind @ eyes. In the blood-red clouds of the sky there was a radiant sun, like a flowing globe enveloped in ancient lava, and on the other side was a cold, white moon like pig iron.

Lu Xun "Mending the Sky"

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The color of the horizon was a hazy lilac, which did not change for a whole day, and it was the same all around, and there was no place where it was dark and dreary, and where there was no place where a thunderstorm was brewing;

Turonev "White Steppe"

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Desert starry sky

It has been said that everything in the desert belongs to geology during the day and everything belongs to heaven at night, but I came to observe the sky in the desert in winter, in the season of the stars. Most people are most familiar with the winter horoscope, because by that time, the leaves have fallen, the sky is clearer, and the night comes earlier and can be clear. The Big Dipper here is below the horizon, and the constellation Orion is higher than my hometown. Lying there, I looked up at the seven stars of Taurus, as well as the brightest blue in the night sky at Sirius (in the constellation Canis Major). On several occasions, my star streaked out a flash of fire and swept through the constellations, reminding me of one night in August, when Nelly and I were standing on a desolate, dusty road in Kansas, when suddenly a large group of meteorites in the constellation Immortal flew across the sky above us.

Ewen W. Thiel "Winter Odyssey"

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high altitude

The night sky above here, strange and high, I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life, it seems as if it is about to leave the world, so that people are no longer looking on their backs, but now it is very blue, shining @ the eyes of dozens of stars, cold eyes. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he thought he meant something, and sprinkled the frost on the wild flowers and grass of my garden.

Lu Xun "Autumn Night"

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Sea and air

The sky by the sea is the most lovely, especially in spring and autumn, there are so many sunny days, high in the air, bright blue, like a colorful sapphire will cover this seaside city, the clouds are common, but it is relaxed, fragmentary, flowing colorful clouds in the air from time to time to make a fluttering swing, it seems to be a smile, and it seems to be a slightly drunk demeanor. It's rare to have a blue-colored face to demonstrate to anyone. And the color changes differently from night to night. For example, a little leisure time, on the seaside can add a lot of people's thoughts and elusive fantasies. Reflecting the sun at the beginning of the sea, light brown clouds lightly dot the space. At noon, there are clouds, and on a sunny day, they wander like a clump of white flocculents. From afternoon to dusk, if you're a landscape painter, you'll always be able to catch a fresh and beautiful impression. From the rendering of clouds from sunset, from the mountains across the sea to the infinite variety of your brush.

Wang Tongzhao "Qingdao Sketch"

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The sky is blue, like a piece of glass that has just been washed with spring water, blue is transparent, blue is intoxicating, the sea is blue, like a cotton satin shaking in the breeze, blue is crystal clear, blue is lively. The sun shrouded in a hot mist woven with silver filaments, and the shining waves jumped underfoot. Even the shadow of the sail in the distance and the reef near were splashed with a faint layer of light.

Ma Jihong "Embrace of the Sea"

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The water is deep blue and gently swaying in the moonlight.

Above our heads, it seems to be a sea. Deep blue, distant and vast. The moon is like a crooked silver-white boat, slowly moving on the sea. A few feathery clouds floated up and loaded it with beautiful white sails. It sped up a lot suddenly. Ah, after a while, the white sail flickered away again. It was still moving slowly and slowly as before.

Cheng Wei "Shells, the White Shells"

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The weather is sunny and coppery blue. In that universal blue, the sea and the air were almost blended, but the mournful sky was clear and smooth, like a woman's face, and the sea, which was like a rough man, rose and fell incessantly, forcefully and slowly, like the breast of a sleeping Samson.

Melville, Moby Dick

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low altitude

The sky is a deep blue with a web of stars. The net is tightly covered over our heads. The stars shook on the mesh as if they were about to fall. Several times I wanted to reach for a few stars because they were so close to me.

Ba Jin's Dream of the Sea

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Morning sky

Suddenly, everything became clear. Then, the morning glow in the east turned crimson, and the sky above showed blue. The red glow shattered, and the golden light shot out one by one, the horizontal is the glow, and the straight is the light, weaving a great pearl net of brilliance in the southeast corner of the sky: the green fields, trees, and wild grasses all change from dark green to glowing jade. The dry of the old pine was dyed golden red, the wings of the birds shone golden, and everything brought a smile.

Lao She "Camel Xiangzi"

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It was a sunny morning – so clear that you could hardly believe that the summer months in England had just passed. The hedgerows, fields, trees, mountains and fields show their ever-changing shades of intense green, and there is hardly a single fallen leaf, almost no hints of yellow dotted between the summer colors, telling you that autumn has arrived. The sky was cloudless, the sun shone brightly and warmly, the song of birds and the sound of thousands of insects camping filled the air, and the garden beside the hut was filled with all kinds of flowers of rich and beautiful color, shining in the dew, like a bed of flowers covered with splendid jewels. Everything has a summer character, and its beautiful colors have not faded at all.

Charles Dickens's The Pickwick Papers

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starry sky

The sky suddenly seemed larger, like the sea at the end of the world, like a canopy covering everything, so calm, without a single wrinkle, all the same deep blue, and many stars hung on it, as if they were countless eyes. Suddenly, a ray of light moved to the west, and a star set to the west, and soon it fell and disappeared from the sky.

Ba Jin "Fog, Rain, Electricity"

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There is no moon at night, and the stars are extremely dense. After eleven o'clock, everyone went to sleep, and it was so quiet all around, I am afraid that an embroidery needle could be heard when it fell to the ground. The sky of the black hole was dotted with stars, and in the middle of it were piles of unknown names, forming a large circle with their hands, similar to the pearls and gems embedded in the collar. I couldn't sleep at the moment, so I got out of bed and stared at the sky. The starlight and the silent night scene, if you add an eyebrow-like crescent moon, wouldn't it be the same as the night we visited Central Park last winter?

Ms. Gan "Isolation"

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Sky

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the man opened his mouth like a fish about to dry up. Suddenly, a crack broke in the gray curtain of the sky! However, when it was crossed, the curtain was closed again, as when it had not been crossed, and there was not a trace of wind penetrating. After a while, the sky flashed, and the gray mantle cracked again. But what is the use? Like a giant with a big sword in his hand trying to break through the gray curtain, as if the giant was roaring and angry and getting tighter and tighter, flashing and flashing across the sky to catch a glimpse of the light of the big knife, rumbling, and the giant's angry roar came from outside the curtain! The flash and roar were gone, and it was still a dense gray curtain! The air was twice as stuffy as before, the mantle was twice as thick as before, and the sky was twice as dark!

Mao Dun "Before the Thunderstorm"

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cloud

Cloud flocculents

Many clouds descended low, enveloping the peaks of several of the highest mountains, as if to coat them with a few patches of light white sand.

Gu Gong "Jin Jun Mamei"

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Clouds

When he boarded the plane, the sky over the airport was covered with dark clouds, the weather was gloomy, and the gray raindrops were throwing wantonly on 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 hillocks formed a white wasteland. The sky was a different story—it was so clear and clear that it seemed to give the impression that there was only an infinite emptiness above the blue sky.

Pa Vizhenov (Bulgaria) "White Horse in the Night"

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Clouds

It is like a huge oil painting, with different colors and rich layers, revealing the profound connotation that nature is difficult to resort to words. The crimson color writes the magnificence of youth with the idyllic lightness, the milky white color symbolizes the purity and beauty of love and friendship, the lead gray implies the heavy tone of fate, announcing to people that only by fighting can we forge ahead, and the ink black and bruise show the breadth and depth of life with shocking power.

Kan Baiming "Song of the Clouds"

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When the plane passed more than 10,000 meters in the air, a truly magnificent picture of colorful clouds appeared. Who would have thought that a few hours ago, looking up at the sky on the ground would be such a picture, and a few hours later, at your feet, it would be such a fairy? The undulating clouds are like icebergs floating on the sea, and they are like all kinds of palaces, pavilions and pavilions carved from white marble. The golden sunlight outlines these silvery mountains and towers. It is very appropriate to use the words "wrapped in silver, extraordinarily enchanting" to depict. 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 fat sheep, and the silver roosters standing majestically, lying down, or sitting, or walking, or stopping, all silently appreciating the quiet beauty of this empty fairyland. I'm also a bit like a god who travels for nine days on auspicious clouds.

Sun Sun's "Cloud Fu"

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Dianchi clouds

The clouds in Kunming are very distinctive. Sometimes, clouds with gold or silver edges are constantly turning, sometimes there is only a spotless white lotus in the sky, and sometimes it is like the dome of a huge building, full of intricately carved birds, animals, and everything. Sometimes the clouds are as light as cotton, and sometimes they are as heavy as crystal boulders. Due to the peculiarity of the cloud-like change and the richness of the color, the lake and mountains of the five hundred miles of Dianchi Lake are also endlessly changing.

Luo Ting "Five Hundred Miles of Dianchi Lake"

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Fire burns the clouds

The clouds in the sky burned from the west to the east, and it was as if the sky was on fire. The fiery clouds in this place are very varied, sometimes golden, sometimes half purple and half yellow, and sometimes half gray and half lily. Grape gray, pear yellow, eggplant purple, these colors are available in the sky. There are also colors that I can't say and have never seen before. A horse appeared in the sky, with its head facing south and its tail facing west. The horse was on its knees, as if waiting for someone to ride on its back before it got up. After a second, nothing changed, and after another two or three seconds, the horse grew bigger, its legs stretched out, its neck longer, and one of its tails missing. Looking for the tail of the horse, the horse becomes blurred.

Xiao Hong "Burning Clouds"

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The sunset is full of clouds, and the sky is woven into beautiful brocade, and it is a beautiful spectacle, and how many colors does the sunset have? red, yellow, gold, purple, blue, and maybe something else. The most beautiful thing is the dazzling golden red, which adorns the sky and the earth. The fields and roads of the village were painted with a faint red glow, and even the weeping willows on the canal embankment were inlaid with a golden red glossy edge. There is a person standing on the embankment, calm and calm, as if watching the colorful reflection of the glow on the quiet river, and seems to be attracted by the infinitely beautiful sunset, leisurely looking into the distance.

Ling Li "Star Grass"

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In the sky, the clouds burned and burned, and the clouds grew larger and larger. Red, ochre, purple, cyan, black, all sorts, irreconcilably form a rushing river.

Jiang Shiyuan "The End of Myth"

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Waterfall clouds

The clouds are rushing and the mountains are floating. The rolling clouds pass over the mountain, straight down the deep valley, like a waterfall of flowing water, magnificent, magnificent. This is the famous waterfall cloud in Lushan.

Sometimes, it trickles over the small Tianchi Mountain, forming a line and entering the valley. Sometimes, it is a silver wisp, passing through each pass of Xiaotianchi Mountain, and the shape is like a jade curtain shaking down. Sometimes, it is like a rushing river, turning over the top of Damu Mountain, surging, rushing down, pouring thousands of feet.

Su Mao "Lushan Waterfall Cloud"

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Lushan clouds

The clouds and mist of Lushan Mountain also change in color and bizarre. On the night of the moon in three autumns, in the southwest of Guling, the place called "Moonlight Pine Forest", you can be foggy.

It must be a windless night, and the curling mist rises out of the pine forest, hanging on the pine needles, and rubbing it between the green rocks, like the light yarn on the arm of a jade girl, like the filament of a silkworm's mouth. At this time, the moon rose from the mountain pass, like an orange lacquer plate. The light, revealing a bit of apricot yellow in the silver white, really showed a faint purple and blue when the moonlight was still gray and misty in the pine forest. Wrapped in pine trees on the low bamboo path...... Twisted and twisted, if bright and dark, like a lock of purple yarn. The east was white, the moon was gone, and the purple of the fog was gone.

Chen Bing'an "Lushan Clouds and Mist"

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I woke up early and opened the window, and a few white clouds flew quietly into the house. It's almost like catching clouds indoors.

The clouds of Lushan are erratic, where do they come from, and where do they fall?

Stand on the hanging rock with Pokou and look at Poyang Lake. Just the vast lake, in the blink of an eye, the clouds rose and the lake disappeared. The clouds, rising from the lake, are clustered in front of them and pushed up the mountain. Fly straight to the 1,200-meter-high cliff of Hanpokou, surging back and forth in front of and behind people, fluttering. In the pedestrian clouds, it seems to be a stage covered with a veil, cutting dancers. The natural world, like an artist, is good at using clouds and veils to express dreams that are bright and dark.

Ai Xuan "Cloud Mountain Summer City"

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Yellow Mountain Cloud

The scenery of Yellow Mountain is beautiful, and the clouds and mist of Yellow Mountain are charming. Climb the mountains of Huangshan, there are vast clouds and mist everywhere, giving people a feeling of "the sky is low and the clouds are near". The clouds are beside us and beneath us. Like a translucent light veil, it floats gently in the wind, and goes hand in hand with the tourists without any formality; like a handsome friend, it passes by people without humility or arrogance; it rises from the deep valley like a wisp of light smoke, and floats leisurely in the jungle like a white horse.

Sun Naichang "Yellow Mountain Clouds"

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The clouds are also a natural scenery in this mountainous area, living on the mountain, in the early morning, the white clouds often come as guests, it wanders outside the window, reaches out, goes out for a walk, and walks around on the clouds. Sometimes they fill a sea that makes the whole mountainous area form a vast sea, leaving only the highest peak, like a little island in the sea, which is the famous sea of clouds in Huangshan. I love to wander the clouds in the evening, they dress up as chivalrous ladies, ride dragons and phoenixes, have costumed chariots, accompanying bands, when they march slowly in formation, looking across the mountains, sometimes like a boat on the sea. Many beautiful fairy tales in my mind are remembered by these wandering clouds.

Hanzi "Yellow Mountain Notes"

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Remnant clouds

There were still a few remnants of clouds floating in the sky, very beautiful, and of very grotesque shapes and colours—some soft, like wisps of smoke, some dark blue, some blue, some blue, some uneven, like cliffs, some dark black, some brown. Patches of deep blue sky peeked out of the clouds with their faces kindly peeking out.

(Su) Gorky "The Old Woman of Izegil"

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Black clouds

The sun had long since been buried by the gray-black clouds that were gradually accumulating. The light kept fading. It seems that someone painted a layer of black on the canopy with ink. No, not only one layer, but a thicker black on top of this faint ink. The ink must have been smeared so much that it looked as if a drop of water was about to fall from the canopy.

Ba Jin "Autumn"

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Huang Yun

Many yellowish, sampan-like clouds floated silently over Novo Chailchaszk. High in the blue sky beyond the pale yellow clouds, facing the dome of the glittering church, a gray cloud of unkempt curly sheepskin hung motionlessly. The long tail of the dark cloud hung low like a wave, radiating a pink light over the town of Krytinsk.

Sholokhov "The Quiet Don"

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Tongyun

Now the sky is also full of darker and darker clouds. The clouds crawled out of every cavern, raising their strange heads, stretching their slender bodies, and throwing gray manes into the wind, revealing their big, dirty teeth, and the clouds surged in droves. The clouds from the north: dark and large, but also messy and ragged, overlapping each other, with branches and branches, like countless blown down trees, with deep gaps in the gaps, and on them there seemed to be huge streaks of light green ice. The clouds rushed forward with wild force, making a dull whistling. The clouds that came from the west were slowly advancing: lead-coloured, huge, puffy shapes, which shone like flames in places, and the clouds rolled one after the other, becoming more and more resolute on the long journey, and resembling flocks of great birds. Coming from the east were flat, rust-colored masses of steam, the same and monotonous, like a carrion with a bloody wound, and one did not dare to face it. From the south, too, there were lively clouds, black and reddish, reminiscent of patches of peat, streaked and speckled on the outside, and though dull and lifeless, they seemed to hide evil insects inside. There were also clouds floating high as if they had descended from a pale globe of sun, forming a hazy ghostly fire or a riot of colors, like embers that were about to be extinguished. All these clouds and haze swarmed in, piling up into lofty mountains, drowning the whole sky in a churning black torrent.

Lemont "The Peasant" (Poland)

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Dark clouds

The dark clouds rolled like smoke from a locomotive, swooping down from the summit of the highest mountain, and at once turned into a swarm of great beasts, swallowing the frightened valleys, the struggling forests, the weeping wildflowers, and the panicked birds along the way.

Haoran "Landscape Love"

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The churning dark clouds, like thousands of loose horses, galloped and jumped in the heavenly pool: some swooped down, some screamed, some raised their front hooves with angry eyes, and some raised their manes and shook their tails. With a movement of the hoof, it kicked up ten thousand silver flowers, and with a sweep of the tail, it raised a heavy snowfall.

Feng Lingzhi "Song of Alimas"

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Night, has come.

In the night sky of the desert, the wind gathered the dark clouds, like driving countless black wild horses, frantically surging in the heavenly pool. Heaven and earth are like being pulled together by rolling dark clouds. The temperature dropped suddenly, and the dark sandfield suddenly became so cold and unforgiving......

Feng Lingzhi "Love on the Hump"

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I didn't notice that the dark clouds were coming from the low pressure in the sky. It rolled and rolled in a thick clump, erecting a thick wall of dark gray without a single gap, and quickly and stubbornly devouring the vast sky with a large mouth. The edge of the dark cloud had already tumbled and touched a crescent moon hanging in mid-air, and it didn't take much effort to swallow it all into the thick cloud with the dense stars. The grassland at night was pitch black, as if it was clasped by a large iron pot. The storm rose and swirled the dead grass of previous years, rolling them up into the sky.

Asr "Wrangler Qimude"

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There was a low dark cloud in the sky, and it was like an arrow that was speeding in nowhere. The sight of the clouds flying away is terrifying: as if all its weight is going to be pressed down on the mountain, and the mountains are cut off, split, and swept away.

Ivan Shamyagin "Snowy Winter"

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rain cloud

The churning clouds of ferocious gods fell low to our left and right. The water vapor that was torn apart by the wind, like gray outstretched fingers, moved continuously, running across the field. These many low-hanging clouds formed an abutment across the great arch above the road ahead of us. Hundreds of feet in the air were filled with stormy moisture. The sky seemed to rise and let us pass. It's like a trick, and we go under the arch of the storm, mile after mile.

Ewen W. Thiel "Summer Travels"

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Thick clouds

We are almost on the edge of a dense cloud of low pressure, but the rain has already begun to fall. After that, we crawled in the clouds, and all we felt was wet and dark. Gradually, however, the light became stronger, the fog thinner, and then, all of a sudden, we were again under the sun, like an airplane slowly rising, and we had risen higher than the rain clouds. The rain is still falling below us.

We climbed up the trail for a while, and then sat down in the sun, leaning against the rocks and looking out at the white mist that filled the valleys. The mist stretched to the horizon, but peaks and ridges appeared in the middle, like black islands in the snow-white sea.

Overhead, other clouds float in the blue sky, projected on the fog below. Later, more and more shadows were cast, and the clouds above gradually gathered up and covered the top of the mountain and pressed down on us along the trail. We climbed up again in the fog. The rain began to fall in earnest.

Ewen W. Thiel "Spring in the North"

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Cloud

Clouds are common, but they are relaxed, fragmentary, flowing clouds in the air sometimes swinging, as if smiling, and as if slightly drunk. It's rare to have a blue-colored face to demonstrate to anyone.

Wang Tongzhao "Qingdao Sketch"

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Clouds

The gray clouds that filled the sky with its head cut off the blue sky, like a tent, and used the whole wasteland as its mat.

Hardy's Homecoming

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Light clouds

The sky was also incomparably bright blue, with only a few light clouds like tulle, flat in the air, like a girl wearing a beautiful blue summer dress! I've never seen such a beautiful sky!

Zheng Zhenduo "Haiyan"

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White clouds

At dawn, the sky is vast, the earth is vast, and suddenly I see white clouds gradually rising from the valley, accumulating thicker and thicker, suddenly like a piece of **, suddenly like the earth paving, suddenly like the valley snow. This cloudy silver sea, as if far away in the sky, but also seems to be close at hand, light and spreading, paving and arranging, varied, interesting. The peak of the jade mountain, faintly cloudy, white clouds or scattered or clustered, ever-changing, sometimes gathered into a group, more and more out of the stream, fluttering uncertainly, like a waterfall, called "cloud waterfall".

Qingzhou "Eight Views and Twelve Victories in Taiwan"

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There are occasional faint white clouds floating in the sky, like some fairy painter running through the heavens, holding the pen in his hand, gently smearing on the side of the green mountains, above the blue sky. It is like a piece of silver feathers floating from some other fairyland, if it flies, if it stops, if it sucks it, if it blows away. At this time, your nose moves, only to feel clean and refreshing, refreshing, and looking around, only to feel refreshing.

Sun Sun's "Cloud Fu"

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The sky is very clear, only a few white clouds are moving slowly, it is like a few clouds of cotton wool that have just been loosened, wiping the blue transparent space, more transparent and shining.

Gu Gong "The Sky is Clear"

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I saw the white clouds in the valley, sometimes rolling into clumps of cotton wool, sometimes turning into long ayara, floating around this peak, and then leisurely drifting away from another peak.

Zhou Shishan "The Pearl of Glittering Dripping Emeralds - Qingyan Mountain, a Newly Discovered Tourist Resort"

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A wisp of white cloud, like a light veil, was carried by the morning breeze from the top of a pine forest, and stopped at the head of the Pied Girl, as if it were nostalgic and could not bear to leave, and after a while, somehow, suddenly dispersed, fluttered up, and dissolved into the deep, blue sky.

Yao Xueyin "Li Zicheng"

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The white clouds do have the value of appreciation, and they are like cotton, and they are like waves, and they are crowded there like mountains, and they stand here like beasts: there are thousands of states, and there are no wonders.

Xu Weinan "On the Mountain"

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Sometimes a few thin white clouds slowly drift into the distant sky. It is easy to imagine the white shadows of a few sailboats in the boundless ocean, sometimes the soft velvety clouds, with a golden edge, which I know are the reflection of the setting sun, and sometimes the clouds are goose down yellow, and I think of how delicious the morning sun is, and the vigor of the trees and meadows that have been drenched in the autumn dew all night.

Luo Binji "Loneliness"

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In the clear sky, there floated high, sparse clouds, milky white like the last snow of spring, flat and slender like unloaded sails. Their fluffy, soft lace like cotton, slowly but dramatically changes in each moment.

Turgenev, "Hunter's Notes"

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Thin clouds

The upper half of a cloud obscured the sun, and the fringed light leaking from the edge of the cloud moved rapidly, indicating the position of the sun. Other thinner and smaller clouds blew in from the southwest and scattered everywhere. Most of them are not fixed in shape, and the wind blows them into loose mesh.

Alain Robbe-Grillet, The Peep

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Outside the filthy glass window, in the sky was a large plush cloud, like cotton wool. The sky was dead silent, light blue, and the clouds were very white. The clear sky is so tranquil. Jesse couldn't help but raise a cloud: it looked like a face, its features were rough and shallow, and its expression seemed to mock people. But very firmly. There are eyes, a blurred nose, and the outline of the mouth. The expression on his face was blurred, but he was teasing people.

Joe Ka Oates "Wonderland"

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By midday, there are often many round, tall clouds of golden-gray with soft white edges. These clouds resemble islands, scattered in an endless flood of rivers, surrounded by extremely clear tributaries of pure blue, which remain in place, almost motionless, and in the distance, near the horizon, they move closer to each other, close to each other, and the blue sky between them is already there, but they themselves are as blue as the sky, for they are both soaked in light and heat.

Turgenev, "Hunter's Notes"

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Emei sea of clouds

Countless snow-white clouds gathered in the distance, majestically covering the mountains at their feet. The clouds gently collided, squeezed, pushed, slowly and gently tumbled and undulated, silently hugging here......

In a few moments, the world as far as my vision could see was completely overwhelmed by that wonderful ocean. I seem to be sitting on an isolated island surrounded by the sea on all sides, where there is a road, where there is land, only those peaks that pierce through the sea of clouds in the distance, like some majestic sea fairy mountains, like some canopy sails frozen in the waves, and I silently look at each other 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, and the deep troughs, but there is no blue of the sea, no earth-shattering roar of the sea, and no fast rhythm of the sea...... After staring at it for a long time, I had a very strange thought: I felt that the sea of clouds under my feet seemed to be a silent film, which was unfolding at a slower than usual speed. Its prototype should be a stormy sea, a rushing and roaring sea......

The sea under your feet is too calm, too gentle, too soft, and the crystal white light that flashes from the depths of the sea of clouds has an indescribable allure, as if calling on the people watching the sea to jump down and do a poetic swim......

Zhao Lihong "Emei Freehand"

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Clouds

This sea of clouds with silver light seems to be far away in the sky, and it seems to be close at hand. Light and slow surge, paving and arranging, varied, interesting.

Qingzhou "Eight Views and Twelve Victories in Taiwan"

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In fact, the wonder of turquoise is not uncommon on other famous mountains. The most magnificent is the sea of clouds in the Yellow Mountain. The season of my mountaineering is the beginning of autumn in September, the rain is beginning to clear, the blue sky is like washing, the huge ravines and deep valleys, the smoke and clouds are filled, and the vastness is endless, like the undulating sea. Distant and near peaks, like islands, disappear in the ethereal sea of clouds. The white clouds come and go, rising and falling, the race is like a surging wave, the mountain wind rises, the pine waves roar, and it is a bit like the sound of the tide hitting the shore. I admire the person who coined 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 describe the reality of the clouds of Huangshan than the name "Sea of Clouds".

Huang Qiuyun "Autumn Journey to Yellow Mountain"

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Lushan summer resort is indeed worthy of its name. On this day, the weather is clear, and I look far away from the window, but I see the ancient trees in the near area, and the green shade covers the sun, and the hills and mountains in the distance are undulating, and the white clouds are haunted. Sometimes a forest suddenly disappears and becomes a sea of clouds: sometimes a white cloud suddenly dissipates and becomes a multitude of towers. While staring, a white cloud came. Got into our room. If it is a quiet person, he must open the window wide and welcome him in to live together: but I am still a layman, and I hurriedly close the window to thank the guests.

Feng Zikai "The Face of Lushan"

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Clouds

The small clouds on the top of the west, when people are still in the sun, they are baked bright red by the morning glow, like wisps of colorful jade dotted on the white jade.

Feng Deying "Bitter Cauliflower"

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In the clear sky, sparse clouds floated slightly, as milky white as the last snow of spring, flat and slender as unloaded sails. Their fluffy, soft lace like cotton, slowly but distinctly changing in every moment, the clouds melting, and they do not cast a shadow.

Turgenev, "Hunter's Notes"