An ancient poem describing the wind
"Spring Dawn" (Meng Haoran)
I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
An ancient poem describing clouds
"Zhongnan Farewell" (Wang Wei)
In his middle age, he was quite good at Taoism, and in his later years he came home to Nanshan.
Every time you come or go alone, you will know your victory in vain.
Walking to a water-poor place, sit and watch the clouds rise.
I happened to be visiting Lin Sou, and we talked and laughed for a long time.
Ancient poems describing rain
"Qingming") (Du Mu)
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Ancient poems describing snow
"Spring Snow" (Han Yu)
There is no youth in the new year,
I was surprised to see grass in early February bud.
The white snow is too late for spring, so
there are flying flowers flying through the trees in the garden.