Poetry describing natural phenomena

Writing is silent but affectionate, and every time it is cold, it feels spring; Colorful arrangements, just waiting for the first sound of the new thunder.

The deeper moonlight is half a family. Beidougan, south. I know it's warm in spring tonight. Insect sound new green screen window.

Flying flowers on both sides of the strait, red boats, and a hundred miles of fish embankment wind for most of the day. Lying on the boat and looking at the clouds in the sky, they didn't seem to move, but they didn't know that the clouds and I were moving eastward.

Qian Shan has a vast sky, and Chengjiang has a bright moon.

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.