Ancient poems describing the weather?

1. "Xijiang Moon" Xin Qiji's bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. 2. "Autumn Ci" Liu Yuxi From ancient times to the present, autumn is sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky. 3. Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian's secretary Wu's return to his hometown (Tang Dynasty). The north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow becomes stiff, it is almost impossible to pull it out, and it is difficult to protect your iron clothes. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. 4. "Qingming" Du Mu has a lot of rain during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. 5. "Zhi Zhu Ci" Liu Yuxi Liu Lv, Jiang Shuiping sang on the shore. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. 6. One autumn night in the deep mountains, the empty mountain after Wang Wei's rain stood in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. 7. "Singing Willow" He Zhangzhi's jasper is woven into a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestries hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. More:/userlog/9705/Archives/2006/66141.shtml.