1. Poems about the weather
Poems about the weather 1. Poems about the weather
Hong Sheng of the Qing Dynasty: A branch of mottled bamboo sheds a thousand tears, and the misty rain in the Xiangjiang River I don’t know spring.
The heavy rain washes the mountains and makes them more beautiful, while the dark clouds suppress the city.
Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty: The cicadas are exhausted in the remaining summer, and the geese are coming in the new autumn rain.
Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty: The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn
Huang Jingren of the Qing Dynasty: There is no place to climb on the earth, and the sky sends wind and rain all over the city.
The sky will change and rain will come, and the water will change and the ground will make trouble.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west
Winter is cold and summer is hot, winter rains and summer dries; the four seasons are like spring; I wear a fur coat in the morning and a gauze in the afternoon, and eat watermelon by the stove; there are no three days in the sky It’s sunny; the beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples are beginning to bloom; it’s cold in March and hot in March;...
Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear blossoms are in bloom
I sleep in spring without waking up, and I can hear birds singing everywhere.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine in my arms
I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers. .
The scenery is different when autumn comes, and the geese in Hengyang leave without noticing.
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
You asked about the return date, the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond
Spring is coming today, the flowers will fade tomorrow, and the lamps will be extinguished at night.
The wildfire will not burn it all. , the spring breeze blows and grows again
Suddenly, as if a spring breeze came overnight, thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees.
The little lotus just showed its sharp corners, and dragonflies had already stood on it.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and two or three rains in front of the mountain.
The sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep, and the mud is melted and the swallows fly.
Everywhere in life, we know what is the same, it should be like Feihong stepping on the snow and mud; occasionally there are fingers and claws left on the mud, how can Hongfei pay for anything?
The moon is hazy and windy, and the base is moist and rainy.
Entering Wu in the cold and rainy night, I saw off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning.
Thousands of mountains have lost birds, and thousands of people have disappeared; a lone man with a coir raincoat fishing in a cold river is alone.
The Yinling Mountains in Zhongnan are beautiful, with snow floating in the clouds.
In the early morning of Chaoyu in Weicheng, the guest houses are lightly lit with new willows. I urge you to drink another glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
The red apricot branches are full of spring.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
Red hands, yellow wine, willows on palace walls and spring scenery all over the city...
Falling flowers and red water, all kinds of sorrows, speechless to blame the east wind.
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides.
The boats in the east and west were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river.
The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks were falling in Yangzhou in March;
People in the past have gone away on yellow cranes, and there are only yellow cranes left here. Once the yellow cranes are gone, they will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years. The Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant on the Parrot Island. Where is the hometown at sunset? Where is it? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad.
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city and thousands of mountains.
2. 20 Ancient Poems About the Weather
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland" The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow. Bai Juyi's "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" The moving branches create chaotic shadows, and the blowing flowers send distant fragrance.
Yu Shinan's "Ode to the Wind" The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is rich. Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao" Born without peach and plum spring breeze, his name was in the family of a scholar in the mountains and forests.
"Orchid" by Yang Wanli There is no day when a flower will be red without spring breeze. Yang Wanli's "Rose in the Preliminary Period" Don't cherish your beauty lightly, and teach the peaches and plums to make spring breeze.
Yuan Haowen's "Tongerdaifu Unopened Begonia" I know who cuts out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors. He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
Zhi Nan's "Quatrains" The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu. Wang Anshi's "Yuan Day" Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Zhang Zhihe's "The Fisherman's Song" The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.
Yuefu "Chile Song" The tide is flat and the two banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Wang Wan "At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain" There is no trace of coming and going, moving and breathing as if there is emotion.
Wang Bo's "Ode to the Wind" It's easy to recognize the east wind, and it's always spring when it's colorful. Zhu Xi's "Spring Day" The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze.
Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City" The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain. Du Mu's "Farewell" The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
Meng Jiao "After Enrollment" Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me?
Wang Anshi's "Mooring at Guazhou" The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers are winding in the water.
Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Li Shangyin's "Untitled" There will be times when the wind breaks through the waves, and the cloud sails are directly hung to help the sea. Li Bai "Traveling is Difficult" The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.
Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea" The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen? Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" Chaimen hears dogs barking and returns home on a snowy night. Liu Changqing's "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow" The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night.
Lu Lun's "Song under the Fortress" The strong wind and the sound of bows and horns are blowing, and the general is hunting for the city of Wei. Wang Wei's "Guan Xie" The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to the Five Jin Dynasties.
Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou" Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da" The wind blows from the ground and suddenly blows away. The water below the lake tower is like the sky.
Su Shi's "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" The high autumn wind in August rolled up the triple thatch on my house. Du Fu's "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the sky is full of snow in August.
Cen Shen's "Song of Bai Xue Sending Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" Snow fell one after another at the gate of the camp, and the red flag was fluttered by the wind but was frozen. Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" The human face is nowhere to be seen, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Cui Hu It is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and you will meet again when the flowers are falling. Du Fu) The wind blows and the immortal sleeves are fluttering (Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty) No matter the smoke and wind and rain, the separation and hatred will pass through the south of the Yangtze River (Zheng Wenbao, Song Dynasty) The strong wind blows down the sycamore tree, and others will say it is wrong (Zhao Shichi, Song Dynasty) The strong wind rises The clouds are flying (Liu Bang, Han Dynasty) The river goes eastward, and the waves are washed away, and the romantic figures of the ages (Su Shi, Song Dynasty) The scenery south of the river is unique, and the West Lake in Hangzhou is unparalleled in the world (Liu Ji, Ming Dynasty) The scenery is so great that you must enjoy yourself, don't worry about the white stems on your head (Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty) The rich and noble grass was exposed during his lifetime, and the flowers on the romantic streets behind him (Su Shi of the Song Dynasty) The cock sounds in the Maodian moon, and the traces of people are frosted in Banqiao.
"Morning Journey to Shangshan" by Wen Tingyun The clear frost intoxicates the maple leaves, and the pale moon hides the reed flowers. Xu Youren's "Morning Journey to Diggang" There was a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was suspected to be frost on the ground.
Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" The guest's heart is washed by the running water, and the remaining sound is the frost bell. Li Bai's "Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the Qin".
After ten years of sharpening a sword, I have never tried the frost blade. Jia Dao's "The Swordsman" The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is covered with frost. Jiang Feng and fishing fire are facing melancholy.
Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge" There is no rain cover after all the loads, and there are still proud frost branches of the chrysanthemums. Su Shi's "To Liu Jingwen" The ferry boat is covered with frost like snow, marking the first mark of my green shoes.
Yang Wanli. "The fifth day of the first lunar month of Gengzi" The frost is severe and the belt is broken, and it cannot be knotted even if you point it straight.
Du Fu's "Five Hundred Words of Ode to My Heart from Beijing to Fengxian County" I parked my car and sat in love with the maple forest at night, the frost leaves were as red as the February flowers. Du Mu's "Traveling in the Mountains" It is late in the year when there is less frost and spring comes, and the grass and trees in the world are known.
Zhang Shi's "The Beginning of Spring" I miss my hometown tonight, thousands of miles away, and there will be another year of frost on my temples. Gao Shi's "Great Night Works" Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost.
Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" It is better to go to bed early when there is rain and dew in a deserted village, and to wake up late when there is wind and frost in a wild store. Wang Shifu's "Rolling Hydrangea" Whoever comes in the morning and gets drunk in the forest with frost will always shed tears when he leaves.
Wang Shifu's "The Romance of the West Chamber" The spring tide brings rain late in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. Wei Yingwu's "Zhuzhou Xijian" There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist and rain.
"Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu In the late night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th" Good rain knows the solar term, and spring will happen.
Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" Sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
Zhi Nan's "Quequatrains" The spring tide brings rain late and comes quickly, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. Wei Yingwu's "Zhuzhou West Stream" Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
Su Shi's "Drunk Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" The poet is like a jealous poet with mountains in his eyes, thousands of peaks separated by a curtain of pearls. "Light Rain" by Yang Wanli There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
Wang Wei: "In the Mountains" It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees. Wang Wei's "Farewell to Zizhou Li Shijun" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Du Mu's "Qingming" It's early morning in Chaoyu in Weicheng, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange.
Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake" The cold rain flows across the river into Wu at night, and I see off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning. Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower" The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems" The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like dreaming birds singing in the sky. Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng" The poet Wei Zhuang rode into the sword gate on a donkey in the drizzle.
"Light Rain on the Sword Gate Road" by Lu You The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless raindrops are as thin as sorrow. Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sand" The sound of water is icy, and the sand road is flat in the snow.
"Rewarding Zhang Xia" by Liu Changqing A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River" The grass is dry and the hawk's eyes are sick, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light.
Wang Wei "Watching Hunting" The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu. Du Fu's "Quequatrains": If you want to cross the Yellow River and the Sichuan is blocked by ice, you will climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult" Three million jade dragons were defeated, and their broken scales and armor were flying all over the sky. When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold.
3. Ancient poems about the weather
Autumn Outing in the Plains by Bai Juyi It is already half of July, and the weather is cool and clear early in the morning.
In the early morning, I got up from my turban and slowly walked out of the firewood tree. The dew stick is cold and the bamboo is cold, and the wind is lighter than the bamboo.
I am traveling with my brothers and nephews to Qiuyuan. The new dates are not completely red, but the late melons are still fragrant.
The Yiyitian family is here to welcome you. Since I came to this village, my interactions have been in vain.
We have known each other for a long time in the village, and both young and old have feelings for each other. I linger and return towards dusk, with the sound of cicadas in the wind and trees.
It’s time for fresh rain, and the roads are green with grass and millet. Seeing this makes people full, why wait for the west to be completed.
Visiting Zhangyuan in early summer Dai Min The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is semi-clear and overcast for ripe plums. The east garden contains wine, the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked.
To Yao Zhongcheng and Liu Yuxi of Shaanzhou The weather is somber in August, and Erling is harvested by wind and rain. The flags are down, the clouds are shining in the autumn of Guandong.
Yu Ji thought about the past, and the old hills of Hantai were left. Wandering around the land, the imperial state is left and right.
It is sad to stay in the old age, but it is glorious to be grateful. Looking at the tangerine tree with longing, a merchant praised it.
Already Cool Han Xie The embroidered curtain hangs down from the blue stem, and the scarlet-colored screen is painted with broken branches. The eight-foot square brocade mattress with dragon's beard is used when the weather is not cold yet.
Autumn in the Mountains Wang Wei After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Break free to Chun-fang, Sun-self to stay.
4. Looking for some poems about the weather
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, the road is ruthless but sentimental
The apricot blossom rain blows on the face when the clothes are wet. The wind in the willows is not cold
The clouds in the stream are just rising and the sun is setting in the pavilion, and the mountain rain is coming and the wind is filling the building
Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland"
Lili The grass on the original ground dries up every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and they were full of love.
Bai Juyi's "Visit to Dalin Temple in Lushan Mountain"
The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
One of Du Fu's "Two Poems on the Water Threshold to Heart"
When I go to Guoxuan Yingchang, I can see no village on credit.
The Chengjiang River is flat on its banks, and the secluded trees have many flowers in the evening.
Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows drift in the breeze.
There are 100,000 households in the city, but there are only two or three here.
One of Du Fu's "Three Poems on the Screen"
Use clumsiness to preserve my way, live in seclusion and be close to things.
The mulberry trees are covered with deep rain and dew, and the sparrows are half-grown.
The village drums are always in a hurry, and the fishing boats are all light.
The head of the staff is white, and the heart is filled with happiness and clarity.
Jia Zhi's "Farewell to the Kings and Eight Members at Baling Night"
Farewell to Luoyang when the catkins are flying, and go to Sanxiang after the plum blossoms bloom.
The feelings of the world have dispersed like floating clouds, and the separation and hatred have gone with the river.
"Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk threads hanging down.
I don’t know who to cut out carefully, the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Birds Cry" by Ouyang Xiu
When the Yang Qi comes to life in the poor mountains, everything seems to be competing with the seasons.
The deep flowers and leaves dimly shine in the bright sun, and the sun is warm and all the birds are singing.
Part 1 of Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Hui Chong"
The three or two skills of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are the prophets of the warmth of spring river water.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation"
During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.
I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.
Yuan Mei's "Inscription on the Peach Tree"
Spring returns in February on a windy and rainy day, and the peach blossoms feel the passing years.
There are still three thousand trees in the remaining red trees, which are not as bright as the first blooming one.
5. Poems or proverbs about the weather.
The sun is like fire, the heat is unbearable, the sun is high in the sky, the red sun is scorching, there are storms, there is no winter, there is no summer, no matter winter or summer. Refers to one year. The four seasons never stop. Summer rain and rain people are a metaphor for helping people in a timely manner. Summer stoves and winter fans are a metaphor for doing things that do not meet the needs of the time, and it takes a lot of effort to get no benefits. Summer insects are a metaphor for people's short-sightedness. Summer insects cannot speak ice for a person who is limited by time. People's knowledge. Warm in winter and warm in summer: Same as "qing". Warm quilts for parents in winter and fan mats for parents in summer, which means being considerate to relatives. It means warm in winter, cool in summer, warm in summer and clear in winter. Winter keeps parents warm, and summer keeps parents cool. Originally refers to people. Son means filial piety. Now it is also commonly known as warm in winter and cool in summer. Winter fans and summer stoves are metaphors for things that are out of season. It is also a metaphor for useless things. Summer clouds in winter, the sun in winter, and clouds in summer. It is a metaphor for people's gentle and approachable attitude, making people willing to get close. Winter Qiuxia Ge generally refers to beautiful clothes. Spring breeze, summer rain, spring breeze: the gentle breeze of spring; Xia rain: drizzle in summer. The spring breeze is warm, and the summer rain nourishes and nourishes all things. It is a metaphor for teaching and helping people to embrace the ice in the winter cold and to hold it in the summer heat. Fire describes hard work and self-motivation. Spring chanting and summer string originally meant that different learning methods should be adopted according to the seasons. Later, it generally refers to reading and studying. Spring is born and summer is grown, autumn is harvested and winter is stored. Spring sprouts, summer grows, autumn harvests, and winter stores. It refers to the general aspects of agricultural production. Process. It is also a metaphor for the occurrence and development process of things. Meteorological proverbs: Look at the clouds and measure the sky. Proverbs 1. Get up early and the clouds will move away, and the dog will die in the sun at noon. 2. Be afraid of clouds from the south in the morning and clouds from the north in the evening. 3. Look to the southeast in the morning and northwest in the evening. 4 , The clouds rise from the southeast, and there will be rain in the afternoon. 5. The red clouds rise at sunrise, and I advise you not to travel far; It rains in the Ming Dynasty; dark clouds follow the low sun, and there is rain at night. 8. Oolong hits the dam, and it rains when it is not overcast. 9. The clouds are in the east, and the rain is not bad; It's raining 11. There are cotton wool clouds in the sky, and there's rain on the ground. 12. There's clouds in the sky, and it's raining on the ground. 13. There's clouds in the sky, and it's raining on the ground. 14. Yellow clouds are appearing in the northwest, and hail is coming. 15. There are clouds in Pingshan, no need to ask God. 16. Night The northwest is dark, with rain and flashes; if it is bright in the northwest at night, the weather will be fine the next day. 17. Fish-scale clouds, and it will be windy even if it is not raining. 18. Clouds coming from the northwest are not good. If it is not a wind disaster, it will be hail. 19. Black clouds are the wind, white clouds It is a sign of rain 20. The clouds are married, and the rain is more intense. Thunder, lightning, sound and light are used to measure the sky. Proverbs: 1. Early thunder will cause heavy rain, but it will not rain until noon. 2. Thunder will not hit the zenith, but the rain will not be heavy. Thunder will hit the clouds, and heavy rain will fall. 3. Thunder will not rain. Fierce, dull thunder is full of pits 4. Rapid thunder clears quickly, dull thunder is difficult to clear, 5. The sky flashes northwest, and rain is not far away 6. Thunder sounds like grinding, strong winds and hail 7. Spring thunder is cloudy for ten days, spring thunder is cold for ten days 8. Dew flashes, the coming day will be sunny. 9. East flashes in the sky, west flashes rain, south flashes the fire door opens, north flashes stay overnight to watch the wind and measure the sky. Proverbs 1. Under the east wind in all seasons, I am afraid that the east wind will not blow strongly 2. It does not matter in spring, east, summer or west autumn. 3. The east wind rises in spring and rains continuously; the east wind rises in summer and cuts off springs; the east wind rises in autumn and horses and oxen do not care about autumn; the east wind rises in winter and the sky is snowy The east wind does not work 6. The south wind blows to the bottom, and the north wind comes to return the favor. 7. The east wind is strong, and the rain hits the wall. 8. The south wind is hard at the waist, and the north wind is pointed at the head. 9. The east wind blows early, but it does not rain. The west wind blows and it is not sunny. 10. The south wind turns to the east wind, and it does not fail for three days. 11. The southwest wind after the rain, and it does not fail for three days. 12. The south wind brings heavy rain in May, and the south wind in June is dry at the bottom of the well. 13. The west wind stops with the sunset, and more than blows down the trees. 14. Northwest The wind opens the sky and locks 15. From southwest to northwest, it will take half a month. 16. The south wind does not last more than three days. If it does not rain after three days, it will be cloudy. 17. The wind turns around, no need to count. 18. The east wind is wet, the west wind is ten, the north wind is cold, the south wind Warm 19. The clouds rise against the wind. If it doesn’t rain, it will be cloudy. 20. The wind travels quickly.
6. Ancient poems about the weather
Hong Sheng of the Qing Dynasty: A branch of mottled bamboo sheds a thousand tears; the mist and rain in the Xiangjiang River do not know the spring; the heavy rain washes the mountains and makes them more beautiful; the dark clouds press down on the city but does not destroy it. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: The remaining summer cicadas are all gone, and the new autumn rain is coming. Tang Cen Shen: The remaining clouds have collected the summer heat, and the new rain brings the clear autumn. Huang Jingren: There is no place to climb on the earth, and the sky sends wind and rain all over the city. Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of people Thousands of pear trees are blooming, the spring breeze is green, and the south bank of the river is green. When will the bright moon shine? Fortunately, I know the season, when spring will happen. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather will be late for autumn. I wonder if the return date has been announced. The rain rises at night in Bashan, the moon is haloed in the autumn pond, and the wind blows. , the foundation is moist and rainy. The cold rain flows across the river into Wu at night, and the solitary Chushan Mountain sees off guests at dawn. The birds in the thousands of mountains fly away, and the traces of people disappear in the thousands of paths. The lone man in the boat and coir raincoat fishes alone in the snow in the cold river. In the end, the Yinling Mountains in the south are beautiful, Snow is floating in the clouds. In the early morning of Chaoyu in Weicheng, the willows in the guest house are softly new. I urge you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend in Yangguan in the west. The spring is on the branches of red apricots. The flowers are falling and the water is red. There are thousands of idle sorrows and I am speechless. Blame the east wind. The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.