The poems suitable for clear skies are as follows:
1. "After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn." Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn"
2 ."The sky is high and the clouds are light, and you can see the geese flying south." Mao Zedong's "Lang Tao Sha Beidaihe"
3. "The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange." Su Shi "Drinking on the Lake at First Sunny and Later Rain"
4. "A crane lining the clouds in the clear sky brings poetry to the blue sky." Du Mu's "Autumn Evening"
5. "Blue Sky" Like water, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are green and cold. "Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yimao"
6. "The sky is sunny and the sun is warm. The rivers and lakes are far away, and they are drifting alone." Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grasses"
7. "The sky is clear, the sun is like fire, and it's a good time to sleep in the hot summer." Lu You's "Pastoral Miscellany on a Summer Night"
The windy day Liyouchun is on the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery takes on a new look. Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze blows flowers into bloom and becomes a riot of purple and red. Spring scenery is everywhere.
The newly clear wilderness after the rain is particularly open and empty, and there is not a trace of fog or dust as far as the eye can see. The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the green trees beside the village connect to the mouth of the stream. The silver-white river water flashes with sparkling waves, making the outside of the field particularly bright, and green mountain peaks suddenly appear behind the ridge. It is the busy farming season and there are no leisurely people. Every family of farmers is busy in the fields.
The spring scenery is bright under the forest, the wind is gradually calming down, and there is not much snow remaining on the high mountains. The spider silk hanging in the air fluttered slowly, the flower branches were quiet, and a white bird was seen flying over the stone road in the distance. Suddenly, I missed my old friends in the mountains, and dreamed many times of the mist-shrouded vines at the entrance of the cave. My clothes are stained with dust and I have to change them eventually, so I can go to the lake to pick lotus flowers and water chestnuts.
On a sunny day after the rain, the wind is gentle and the sun is bright, and the rainwater evaporates without a trace. The water in the river channel of the creek rose, and the banks were covered with green weeds and gorgeous wild flowers in bloom. A shepherd boy was lying in the shade of a willow, sleeping sweetly. But the cow just grazed, farther and farther away, until it reached the west of the willow forest.