A poem with weather.

Wind-the north wind rolls up the white grass and blows it away, and the snow in August streaks across the Tatar sky.

A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river.

First frost —— The frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February.

Thunder-Who is Away from Thunderstorms in Wang Zhi? Next year, the spring water will go home.

Clouds-thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another.

Fog-the Pingming River is foggy and cold, and guests are sent from Majiang.

Rain-It's raining and dusting on the Acropolis, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.