There is an ancient document that mentions the connection between weather and mood.

Bai Juyi

Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, with a low initial water level.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Night berth near Fengqiao (Zhangji)

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Night parking on Jiande River.

Author: Meng Haoran

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

This is a poem about twilight in Qiu Jiang. Write about staying overnight first, and then add sunset sorrow; Then I wrote that the universe is vast and quiet, and the bright moon is closer to people. A hidden, a present, virtual and real alternate, two sets off, complement each other, forming a special.

Although there is no word "sorrow" in artistic conception poems, the Qingjiang River is vast and the "autumn colors" are distinct. The whole poem is light and elegant, containing but not revealing; Natural outflow, natural charm, quite distinctive.

A bell ringing in the rain

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival!

Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Untitled Li shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

Tang, Preface to the Autumn Knee King Pavilion.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.

Tang Li Bai's Farewell to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou & gt

Lyrics by the moon

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -look up at the bright moon in the sky and bow your head to miss your hometown.

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. -When there is a beautiful moon, ask the sky with a glass in your hand.

Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? The south bank of the spring breeze river is green, when will you return to your hometown under the bright moon?

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. In spring, the river tide is connected with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises and falls with the tide.