What ancient poems express the weather?

Bai Juyi's autumn outing has passed half of July, and the weather is sunny in the morning. In the morning, I came out from Chai Jing. Bamboo is very cold, and the wind is less. I took my brother and nephew with me, just like an autumn outing. Not all the new dates are red, but melons are fragrant at night. I want to meet you here. Since I came to this village, my contact has been in vain. We have known each other for a long time. Why wait for Xicheng? In early summer, I went to Daimin Duck Pond in Bird, where the water was shallow, the plums were ripe, and the weather was half sunny and half cloudy. I picked all the loquat trees in the East Garden and the West Garden. I sent them to Yao Zhongcheng and Liu Yuxi in Shaanxi, where the weather was cold in August and the second mausoleum was stormy. When the flag is lowered, the clouds go to the east and Qiu Lai in autumn. Jade traces reminisce about the past, and Hantai stays behind. I wandered around the empire. I have been sad and old. Broken branches and scarlet screen painting. Eight-foot dragon formula brocade mattress, when the weather is cool but not cold. One autumn night in a deep mountain, Wang Wei, standing in an empty mountain after the rain, in the autumn evening, the moonlight is in the pine forest, the crystal stone is in the stream, the bamboo whispers to the laundry girl who goes home, and the lotus leaf gives in before the fishing boat. What does it matter that spring is over and the prince can stay?