What are the poems about the weather?

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Bai Juyi visited Dalin Temple in Lushan Mountain.

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

One of Du Fu's "Two Poems on Water Threshold"

The hut is far away from the hustle and bustle of Chengdu, with a spacious courtyard, no villages around and boundless vision.

Clear water, almost drowning both sides; Green trees and flowers in full bloom in the evening.

It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky.

The city is crowded with thousands of people; There are only two Three Lamps District here, and it's free.

One of Du Fu's Three Screens

Use my ignorance to keep my way and live in seclusion.

Sang Ma is full of rain and dew, and the birds are half-shaped.

The drums in the village are always rushing, and the fishing boats are very light.

Bones and quinoa come from bald heads and are happy.

Jia Zhi's Baling Night Farewell Bastard

In a catkin flying season, I told my hometown Luoyang that I came to Hunan thousands of miles away in the winter when plum blossoms were in full bloom.

The vicissitudes of life, ups and downs, such as clouds, are fleeting clouds; However, parting parting, like a long river, is drizzling.

He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow"

Jasper dressed up as a tree with ten thousand green silk threads hanging down.

I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Ouyang Xiu's "Birds Singing"

When into the badlands is waiting for the sun to shine, everything seems to be competing with the seasons.

Tomorrow, the flowers will be deep and the leaves will be dark, and birds will sing when the sun is warm.

One of the Spring River Scenery in Hui Chong in Su Shi's Late Period

Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two skills, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet.

The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

Zhao Shixiu's "appointment"

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.

Peach trees in Yuan Mei.

In February, the wind and rain returned in spring, and the peach blossom felt fleeting.

There are still three thousand trees in the residual red, which is not as good as a blooming flower.