Poetry about the weather. (when it rains)

1. The blue sky is cool and the wild geese are sparse, and I have too much time to look at the river and clouds. Behind the lotus leaves in the pavilion of the autumn pavilion, the savages have fallen on the fence and the bean blossoms have begun to bloom. There is no need to worry about the magic of immortals. If you are sick, you will forget the history books. ——Author: Li Ying "Watching the River Pavilion at Night"

2. Smoke in the cold kitchen is banned for the first time, and the sun is getting darker when the door is free. The east wind is not a good thing, it blows down the flowers in the garden. Author: Xu Xuan "Cold Food Daily Work"

3. The ancient garrison was green and beacon fire was cold, and the wilderness was gloomy and white with flying snow. First the Shang string is brushed and then the corner feathers are brushed, and the autumn leaves in the surrounding suburbs are shocked. ——Li Qi's "Listening to Dong Da playing Hujia and sending messages to the house to help with things"

4. The coldness of Guilin stops slightly, and the peak stems are not covered with mist. At the back of the He River in the woods, there is still a Fuding Monastery. ——Author: Lu Guimeng "Remnant Snow"

5. Sitting hard in the cold stove, the dim light shines on Ermao. The monks came to the water temple in silence, and the snowy wind blew away the howling of the wild geese. ——Author: Qi Ji "Chu Temple Cold Night Works"

6. The meridian teeth are colder than snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the gold and gold, and leave the brocade and Tusu. The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small and the algae are bright. Thousands of miles away from the dew-cold palace, a clear jade pot is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed. ——Author: Du Fu "Leng Tao of Locust Leaves"

7. Jinwu walked on Jiuqu at night, and the jade leak in the upper palace was clearly visible in the distance. Shuang Biao takes advantage of the shadow to sweep the floor, and Lu Hong is confused by the sound of snow swirling around his pillow. The dream of returning home from afar is impossible, so I stay at home and cherish the night happily.

——Author: Bao Rong "Cold Night Song"