A poem about the weather

The poem expressing the weather is as follows:

The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the night snow returns to people. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves in Liu Changqing's Lotus Mountain Master on a snowy night. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow"

In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow. Lu Lun's hometown of Xia Sai Qu is full of thoughts tonight, and it is another year of frost and ink. Gao Shi's "Night Work" knows the solar terms when it rains, but it happens in spring. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Cen Can's "A Song of Snow to Send Tian Shuji Wu Home" stops to sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February. Mutu's mountain road, one day I will ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and sail in the deep sea. In Li Bai's Difficult to Go, the south wind starts at night and the wheat turns yellow. Bai Juyi's "Looking at Willow and My Wheat"

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. Meng Jiao's After Graduation, cherishing his heart, taught peaches and plums to be spring breezes. Yuan Haowen's "Flowers of the Same Generation Not Blooming Begonia" The north wind rolls white grass, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain" suggests that the rain and dew in deserted villages should go to bed early, and the wind and frost in wild shops should get up late. Wang Shifu's Rolling Hydrangea lies listening to the stormy night, while Tiema Glacier sleeps. Lu you 1 1 the representative work of the 4th of the month.

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. Su Shi's "Drunken Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" swept the floor, and the wind blew away, making the water under the lake like the sky. Su Shi's "Drunk Book on Looking at the Lake Building" on June 27, now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers have been folded? Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn has plum without snow and spirit, and snow without plum customs. Lu Meipo's "notice".