The moon is full of dew, and the clouds cross the stream. (Du Fu: The Second of Qinzhou Miscellaneous Poems)
Shadow is tempted by clear water, but wind is jealous of safflower. (Du Fu: Look at the flowers before the boat falls)
Years old, the wind is broken and the forest is cold. (Du Fu: Mountain Temple)
The snow fence can be folded, and the willow in the wind pavilion is slightly suitable. (Du Fu: Farewell to Wuxia)
The sky flies over the cliff, and the wind bamboo is in Huaxuan. (Du Fu: Letter from Wang Hanzhong)
The butterfly follows the oar diligently, and the gull is lazy to avoid the boat. (Du Fu: Hangci Ancient City Store)
I mistakenly thought that Maotang had crossed the bottom of the river and entered the wind and rain clouds. (Du Fu: Zheng Yima House)
Yunshan fog ridge, terroir three seedlings. (Du Fu: Wang Ye)
The wind blows spring chaos, the river rings and the rain hangs. (Du Fu: Kuizhou, Xia Chuan)
It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky. (Du Fu: Water sill sends heart)
The leaves are thin and the wind is falling, and the mountains are sinking. (Du Fu: Wang Ye)
The grass in front of the stone steps is not messy, and the willow branches in the yard suddenly become scarce. (Du Fu: It never stops raining)
Is it enough?