Poems describing the wind.

Yun Qi pavilion falls, and it rains. Autumn wind and autumn rain in the east building of Xianyang city. Sitting alone on a cold night is like knocking at the autumn dusk. Although a few days of strong winds have made the water rough, and wine boats have been getting drunk on Shiyu Lake, I will one day install a long wind and break the heavy waves, which will make my Yun Fan straight and bridge deep, and the deep sea is hard to go. The first one is the proud horseshoe disease, and they have seen all the Chang 'an flowers, the breeze rippling on the grass bank and passing through the night, until my static high mast was built abroad last night. The old country can't bear to look back. In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the autumn wind was bleak and the waves surged. Jia Wei returned to his hometown. Zhongshan is windy and rainy, and millions of heroes cross the river. The wind blows my heart, hanging the Xianyang tree of "Jinxiang sends Wei Ba Xijing" in the west, and throwing it with my own flesh and blood. In Jia Tanchun, the north wind broke the white grass, making the south building cold. The moon in the south building of Ezhou is pleasantly surprised, and the breeze chirps in the middle of the night. On the house, the wind is blowing and the rain is blowing, and the broken paper window talks to itself. The north wind is like a knife, and the cloth does not cover the body. Good wind, with its strength, sent me to Linjiang Xian in Qingyun, where it was green. If you don't believe in the east wind, you can't call back the clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows over the threshold. Lu's Qing Ping Diao Yi, Autumn Xing Yi, which is choppy in the river, covered with dark clouds and full of wind and grass, Qu Fu Hua, by the moat, which was shot by the general at night, and Buji, in which the wind blew suddenly, the cane whipped the oblique rain, and the wind and rain sent the spring back, and the flying snow ushered in the spring and the flurry apes sobbed. Birds return to the mountains in Baisha, clear lake, and a gust of wind comes, with catkins, and they break up sweetly in a hotel in Nanjing. The wind is ringing, and the general is hunting Weicheng. He knows the east wind. The colorful firecrackers are always in the spring every year. The spring breeze warms the January day in Tu Su and turns Jiang Nanan green. When will the bright moon shine on me? The north wind blows white clouds, and Wan Li crosses the river. Surprised autumn on Fen, autumn geese Changfeng escort. Before the jujube blossoms fade, Lakaye has left my friend Chen for a long time. Facing the moon with bright walls, black crows are flying, frosty and sad, and suddenly their low voices jump to a more free tune, like a forest swaying with a long wind, a downpour is breaking tiles, and many people like to listen; But few people understand that the spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtains beside my bed? S spring thoughts, rainy night comes, flowers fall, Xiao Chun wildfire never quite consumes them. The spring breeze gave birth to Farewell to Ancient Grass. It was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The untitled sky was gray, the grass was wild, the wind was low, the cattle and sheep got wet, the apricot blossom rain got wet, their faces were not cold, the willow wind blew, the yellow tower stood in front of the river, and they were lazy and sleepy in spring. Looking for the river alone, the south wind comes at night, and the wheat is yellow. People are thinner than yellow flowers. Drunk flowers and songs lie in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, glacier dreams. 1 1 On the 4th of the month, there were many silk tubes in Jincheng, and the lakes and mountains matched the autumn moon. There is no wind mirror on the pool surface, and the spring city is flying all over the sky. Cold Food Cold Food Yellow River Nine Songs Wan Li Sand, Waves over the wind blowing from the end of the world.