Poems in good weather and good mood

Poems with good weather and good mood are described as follows:

1, Li Shanfu's "Two Cold Foods": The willow belt is always easterly, and chun yin covers others. Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten five flowers everywhere. Wanjing Loutai is suspected of embroidered paintings, and Jiuyuan pearls are like smoke. Who asked that every year today, I lie alone in Chang 'an and cry at the age of China? The wind and smoke are raging, and the daughter of the swing flies over the low wall. Embroidered robes run for horses to pick up jade, and brocade sleeves are used for cockfighting. Heaven and earth are in harmony, and the pool platform is warm and burning in spring. Nothing else is sorry for the dust, and I am drunk with clothes and mud.

2. Han Yuefu, author of Long Songs: Kwai is in the garden, waiting for the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.

3. "butterfly lovers": Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.

4. Su Shi, the author of "The Lake Drinks Two Rains after the Qing Dynasty", said: Yan Chonggang is welcomed in the morning, and the rain makes people drunk at night. This means Jia Jun won't. One glass is the narcissus king. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

5. Li Bai, author of Qiudeng Xuancheng Qi Xie North Building: In the picturesque Jiangcheng, the mountains look clear at night. Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky. Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?