Poetry describing the weather.

Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building Overlooking/West Gate

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Xu Hui

Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan.

The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.

At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.

Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.

An autumn night in the mountains

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Quatrain

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Machilus chinensis

The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

Thank you for seeing Hua Chunhong.

Dynasty: Five Dynasties

Author: Li Yu

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.