Write a favorite ancient poem describing natural scenery.

Taoist wrote a quatrain while visiting Sanqingshan Mountain in Jiangxi a while ago. Please enjoy: after the rain clears, the sands walk in the fog. Suddenly, the sea of clouds rose with the wind, and the python came out of the mountain. I happened to see plum blossoms last night, and I accidentally got a little poem. I hope to adopt it: I don't know if Qiu Lai will come in winter, but I regret that the frost and snow will come late. Plum blossoms bloom in spring, and they are not as cool and handsome as they were then.