The clouds in the sky were originally unintentional and drifted at will, but after passing people's eyes, they became a different form.
The clouds are lumpy, black, white, and black and white. Black is like ink-stained black knots, white is like a cotton wool stained with water, black and white are like ink paintings that are not evenly adjusted, mountains are mountains, and water is water.
The fish scales are cloudy one by one, like several large fish floating in the air, and some people can still see the fish head and tail.
Flowing clouds are like waves, layer by layer, flowing from east to west, from south to north, and sometimes flowing backwards, but people don't care about anything north and south, just look at it and finish, let the waves in the sky surge.
People's hearts are also undulating, hurrying, rushing to make money.
In the past, people would look at the clouds in the sky in a daze, look at the sky high, think about their previous lives, and think about how to live in the future. Now, even if the autumn is high and refreshing, out of the summer heat, it will not appreciate the scenery of the sky high and clouds, nor will it think of the previous life, but can only return to childhood in the dream and look at the clouds in the sky in a daze.
If someone looks at the clouds in the sky as sheep, then he has a sheep in his heart; someone looks at the clouds in the sky as a horse, then he has a horse in his heart; someone looks at the clouds in the sky as a god, then he has a god in his heart; someone looks at the clouds in the sky as a monster, then he has a monster in his heart.
The clouds in the sky are changing, and if someone looks at the clouds like this for a while and like that for a while, then his mood must be changing, and it must be more complicated.
Clouds have become mirror images that reflect people's hearts, and they have become proverbs above their heads.
As the saying goes, "there is a god three feet off the ground", which refers to the human spirit. And the real gods seem to be in the sky, then the clouds in the sky are their horses or carriages, either dragons or cranes, golden retrievers or white elephants, or just like the gods themselves, living in the middle of nowhere, facing the North Sea, staying in the sky, free from the bondage of form, free.
Then, those who regard clouds as immortals at least want to gain a certain freedom, or have already gained a certain freedom, and want to become immortals. Others have nothing to do, and of course they don't have any money to earn, and when they look at the clouds in the sky, they fall into meditation, want to drop the pie in the sky, and want to make a windfall.
Those who go fishing at the water's edge watch the sky and clouds linger all day long, waiting for the fish in the water to be hooked, and their thoughts can be thrown far away with the fishing rod.
Those who walk in the wasteland must also walk with the clouds in the sky. People driving cars will also be accompanied by clouds, as if the lonely mood has turned into clouds and drifted with the wind.
Wang Zhizhuo has a poem "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city of Wanlingshan." "Li Bai has a poem" The water of the Yellow River rises from the sky and flows to the sea without returning. "They all saw the water of the Yellow River flowing down from the white clouds and down from the sky, which verified the beauty of the connection between water and sky." But they did not think at all whether repeating the water of the Yellow River from heaven would cause people's aesthetic fatigue.
Gao Shi wrote well, "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow." The unique scenery of the Northland appears at the bottom of his pen, and it is quite representative, which is much better than Li Bai's casualness. Of course, Li Bai also wrote a well-written poem about clouds, "The bright moon rises from the Heavenly Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds." "It's a sentence," The Flying Mirror under the Moon, Yunsheng Jiehai Lou." Another count. Du Mu wrote, "Far up the stone path of the Cold Mountain, there are people in the depths of the white clouds." "Random dyeing, but the language is natural, with the realm of "luxury to see the truth", but also has the meaning of returning to the truth.
It is best to write that the clouds are willful, but it is not good if they are pretentious.
Clouds are the candlelight of people's hearts, the illusions of their hearts, and the condensation of water vapor, just like the condensation of people's emotions. But life is an experience, just like the glass is fragile, the clouds are easy to scatter, do not have to worry about many things, experience and experience is the most precious. Or Yuan Shu wrote best, "Once the sea was shipwrecked as water, except for Wushan Mountain, it was not a cloud." ”