Clear summer skies, blue skies and white clouds. The clouds in the sky are like white clothes, and si must change like a dog.
Mobile phone photography - coordinates Shanghai
If you ask me what is the most free, probably the wind, is the cloud... When the weather is clear, the clouds are like cotton, rolls are like waves, sometimes like feathers at the end of the brush inadvertently, sometimes like clusters of continuous peaks, and in an instant, this cloud mountain seems to collapse in an instant, a thousand miles, like ink soaking, and the continuous floating gray-black seems to have a drop of rain about to fall. Clouds in the poem: A thousand forms are still empty, and the reflection of mountains and rivers is repeated (Lai hu "Clouds"), which is probably like this.
Mobile phone photography - coordinates Wuhan
Clouds do not settle in one position in the sky, nor do they fix a shape. It is always free to float freely and freely. Bai Juyi's "White Cloud Spring": Baiyun Spring on Tianping Mountain, Cloud Self-Heartless Water Self-Leisure. It is said that the cloud is like a no heart, no worries. The clouds seemed to be traveling all the time, tirelessly, without a way back. In the fairy tale (Akuki's Island of Dreams - My Cloud) it says:
Why is it sunny?
Because the clouds are all going on a trip
Why is it raining?
For there is a cloud in the sky that is crying
I guess it was because I didn't go on a trip with friends
The cloud is destined to travel far
Clouds do not linger in a certain place, but clouds in a certain place will be given special emotional colors. The song "Clouds of Hometown" interprets the heart of the wanderer, and the tears are dispelled. The clouds of the hometown are pure and white, but in the memory, they shine like a rainbow.
The sky drifts through the clouds of the hometown
It kept calling to me
When the breeze around you blows gently
A voice was calling out to me
Come back, come back
Wanderer
I'm tired of drifting
I was exhausted
There were sour tears in his eyes
The wind of that homeland, the clouds of that hometown
Erase the wounds for me
I used to be proud
Returned empty bags
Heal my wounds - "The Clouds of Hometown"
Looking at the clouds to cover the eyes, homesickness raindrops heart. The clouds in the sky, please drift slowly, let the wind in the world be stronger, carry the heart of the wanderer, and travel gently and far.
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