Poetry about the weather?

The poems about the weather are as follows:

1. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches.

2. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

3. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.

4. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.

5. The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

6. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

7. When will spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

8. The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night. More blowing down, the stars are like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night. Moth snow willow golden strands. The laughter is full of fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.

9. To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jiating, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.

10. Once the hard work has happened, the stars will fall all around. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs. Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.

11. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers means a good harvest. Listen to the sound of frogs. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, Maodian Society was by the forest. The road turns to the creek and the bridge suddenly appears.

12. The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first. I heard that the spring in Shuanggai is still good, so I plan to go out in a small boat, but I am afraid that the boat in Shuanggai will not be able to carry many sorrows.

13. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

14. It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.

15. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.