Poetry about the sun, moon and stars, fog, rain and snow

Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang. The golden wind meets the dew, but the victory is countless;

Weeding is at noon, and sweat drips down the soil;

When is the bright moon, ask for wine from heaven;

The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the blowing surface is not cold;

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance;

Xiongzhou fog column, handsome star chi, the host and guest are as beautiful as the southeast.