Ancient poems related to the weather

Dong Sheng rises and falls in the west, but Tao is ruthless but affectionate.

I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I have another village.

At the beginning of the cloud, the sun sank and the rain came.

Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

It is always spring that waits and watches the spring breeze.

If it is green, if it is green, if it is hemp fiber, there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.