Poetry containing meteorological phenology

day of mourning

(Tang) Du Mu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. After the rain, the mountains are empty, and peach blossoms stand in Dalin Temple on autumn night.

Bai Juyi

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here. Biedongda

Gaoshi

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.