Ancient poems about fresh air

"Autumn Ci" Liu Yuxi has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I said that autumn is better than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky. "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Wang Wei Acropolis is light to rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. "Drunken Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" Su Shi's dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.