A complete poem about rainy weather

It rains every time during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. ---Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation"

My clothes are wet due to the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face, which is not cold. ---Seng Zhinan's "Quatrains"?

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow. ---Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sand"

Putong trees, rain at midnight, unreasonable separation and true suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky. ---Wen Tingyun's "Geng Liuzi"?

The sycamore tree is also drizzle, and at dusk, it drops bit by bit. ---Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"

Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. ---Su Shi's "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"

The shadow of Geng Geng behind the broken lamp was heard on the wall, and the sound of dark rain hitting the window was heard. ---Bai Juyi's "White-haired Man in Shangyang"

The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild. ---Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"

The spring rain broke the bridge and no one could cross it, so the small boat pushed out of the willow shade. ---Xu Fu's "Spring Tour to the Lake"

The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.

---Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside"