Poetry about weather phenomena

It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring. -Li Qiao "Wind"

Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou"

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -south of the stone quatrains

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow

Autumn wind blows, and the waves in Dongting Lake fall under the leaves —— Qu Yuan's Nine Songs

Frost:

Beautiful scenery, with frost at night, a few trees are dark red and light yellow.

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.

Rain:

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

Snow:

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. -"Bai Xuege Farewell Tian Shuji Wu Home" and so on.

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. -"Biedongda" Gao Shi

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. —— Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan

I don't hesitate to give everything I have to seal him up. ——? Yang Wanli looked at the snow

Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. -Li Bai's Popular North