Write modern poems about blue skies, white clouds

Our friend The blue sky ripples in my dreams.

The white clouds are in my heart.

You guys. Bring us joy.

Bring us all kinds of knowledge.

You make us learn.

We will always be with you.

The clouds are like the sea. The sky is like the sea.

Red clouds.

It is the flame that burns forever.

Blue sky and white clouds. Nature's miraculous creation.

The blue sky and white clouds in my heart.

The thunder can't move, and the wind can't blow away. Though. You.

It's far, far away from me. But. You are.

The concern in our hearts.

You are willing to accompany us through spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Year after year.

You can hear nature.

All kinds of callings. It can also be seen.

But the wonder of nature.

See. The ants on the ground.

Ants are busy moving.

Big trees, small grasses, flowers, and all kinds of creatures.

It's all with you. Have fun together.

Play together. Let's create a new stage for tomorrow.

Blue sky and white clouds. You have given us strength.

Gave us sweetness.

With you, we will no longer be alone.

With us, you will no longer be alone.

The language of nature.

Don't think that people speak, nature also has language.

The language is everywhere, and you can see it when you open your eyes.

You look at the white clouds in the sky, this is the language of nature:

The white clouds are floating high, and tomorrow will be sunny.

Look at the ants on the ground, which is also the language of nature:

Ants are busy moving, and they have to wear umbrellas when they go out.

Tadpoles swim in the water, isn't it like a black "comma"?

Nature writes on the surface of the water:

Spring is coming.

The geese are flying south in formation, isn't it like a string of "ellipses"?

Nature writes in the blue sky:

Autumn is just around the corner.

If a big tree is cut down, you will find the rings

It only grows once a year, which is the language of nature.

If you catch a big fish, you will have circles on the scales

A circle is a year old, which is again the language of nature.

Nature has embedded the fossil of "trilobites" in the Himalayas, which is telling people:

It used to be a vast ocean.

The language of nature is wonderful.

Those who don't like to learn can't understand it, only those who are diligent in thinking can find it.

Early morning day. The sky was blue in the early morning, with a few traces of white clouds.

What's missing?

What about the sun. Oh.

I haven't woken up yet.

Introduction: In the morning when the air is fresh, the white clouds cover almost the entire sky, and only some places still show small blue holes. The following is a modern poem that describes the clouds in the sky that I have compiled and shared for you, welcome to read and reference.

The cloud's gaze was glazed.

It takes place on a hot twilight in the middle of summer.

Sweat like rain, eyes dare not look at the clouds.

The journey home seems to be extended indefinitely.

said goodbye to a tall girl.

Happy. The feeling of wetness makes even the hair stand tall on the toes.

Indeed, she was a happy girl.

Happiness because she has someone who loves her deeply.

No, she probably doesn't feel it.

She walks in such a posture that she can never see her back.

When I saw the back.

I reminisce about a short and mysterious feeling.

That cloud is on the dangdang feeling.

Suddenly, the sun was shining brightly.

I was in a sullen room in a sauna.

Sweating and greasy, but not comfortable.

Dreaming of the empty but forgetting to fill it up.

It's a real sauna-like summer.

I have a soft spot for that cloud.

I doubt the clouds I've been looking at for decades.

The fickle clouds are as colourful as cotton.

In an instant, the sky stole it from under my nose.

It's time for me to stare blankly.

This moment is fixed with a close-up written plot.

Look for the colorful cloud that has always been in love with her.

Love her but hurt it.

It dodged me consciously or unconsciously.

It's not that the escape was stolen by the sky.

I still wish I could see it every day.

You can dream colorful dreams when you look at it.

It is possible to live in colorful dreams with clouds.

**There are a few drops of coolness.

Is that you. Is that the tears that you are moved to hide.

God, why did you steal my clouds?

Let it turn into a torrential rain under the scorching sun.

Again and again it drenched my heart.