Ancient poems about the weather

Sheng: there are thousands of tears in the bamboos, and I don't know spring in the Xiangjiang River. Heavy rain washed mountains and mountains more beautifully, and dark clouds crushed the city. Don Bai Juyi: When Xia Chan is over, the new autumn rain geese come. Tang: The clouds in summer gather, and the new rain in autumn brings clear. Huang Jingren: There is no place to land. The sky is full of rain. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night, and the spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. Standing in the autumn evening. You asked for a long time and didn't come back. Night rain in autumn pool makes the moon faint and the foundation moistens the rain. Night cold rain into Wu, send Chushan alone. A hundred mountains have no birds, and a thousand roads have no footprints; A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue, watching how Mount Zhongnan soars. Weicheng, a white peak above the white clouds, faces the rainy city in the morning, and the color of the hostel is slightly new; I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, there is no reason to go out to the west. The branches of red apricot are full of spring. Flowers are full of pink, and there are many kinds of worries. Have no words to complain about the east wind. The riverside is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon is at sea.