Ancient poems about the weather changes in spring

In April, the world is full of beautiful scenery, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is blind.

Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sadness.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

The newly planted willows are three thousand miles long, attracting the spring breeze to cross Yumen.

In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green.

Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.

It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.