I love the blue clouds, I wrote a poem to start the poem

This poem was written by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The blue clouds flew straight up to the nine heavens and the flowing water flew down three thousand feet. I wonder if it's the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens, but if you look closely, it's a bead curtain roll.

The following are some similar poems: I'm born with talent, and it'll come back to me when it's gone. Cook sheep, slaughter cattle, and enjoy the party. You must drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will not stop drinking. I'll sing a song for you, please listen to it for me. The wind and the waves will sometimes hang the clouds and sail across the sea. Golden spears and iron horses were like tigers that swallowed thousands of miles. Heroes and heroes had lofty aspirations. Life is like an inn, I am also a pedestrian. When I walk to the end of the river, I sit and watch the clouds rise. 3. Ambition and down-to-earth. Every generation of talented people came out of the mountains and rivers, each leading the way for hundreds of years. The bright moon rises on the sea, and we share the same time on the horizon. Lovers complain that in the distant night, I miss you at dusk. If there's a will, there's a way. The painstaking efforts of the people and the days do not live up to the hardships and hardships. Three thousand Yue soldiers can swallow Wu. Don't you see that the Yellow River flows from heaven to the sea and never returns? I'm born to be useful. Cook sheep, slaughter cattle, and enjoy the party. You must drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will not stop drinking. I'll sing a song for you, please listen to it for me.

Okay, here's a poem I wrote: Spring Day Garden The grass grows long, the orioles fly, and the spring is good The sun was shining brightly in the garden. Flowers bloom like brocade, fragrant the breeze gently caresses the luxuriant grass. Butterflies fly with fluttering wings The bees are buzzing to gather honey. The willow catkins dance in the sky Peach blossoms smile and spit fragrant flowers. The laughter of tourists is endless playing and making merry. Nature is so beautiful It made people feel extremely happy.

In the dark night I walk alone On the quiet street, thoughts run wild The roar of a car came from the distance As if it was saying something I stopped and listened quietly Let the thoughts surge in my mind Suddenly I saw a figure He watched me quietly I can't help but have a thought Walking towards him, we talk in silence I don't know who he is, I don't know What should we say? It's just a feeling There seemed to be a tacit understanding between them It's as if our hearts are connected His voice makes my heart clear Let me feel a warmth I stopped and reached out to him Hands we shake At this moment I feel the meaning of life We seem to have found each other to rely on I don't know what the future holds But I know we will Towards my own future In this world, we will Accompanying each other, warming each other

Alright, here's a poem describing the clouds: The misty sea of clouds stretched out endlessly, and the steep peaks reflected the clouds.

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