Su Shi's poem describing the weather (preferably raining).

Words: Shui Diao Ge Tou, when will the bright moon come? Shui Diao Ge Tou by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings. It's so cold at high places. I dance to clear my shadow, so it doesn't feel like I'm in the human world. Turning to Zhu Pavilion and arriving at Qihu, the light shines without sleep. There shouldn't be any hatred, why would you prefer to do things differently? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan. Spring Night by Su Shi A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. The flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. The sound of singing in the pavilion is soft, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard. Mid-Autumn Moon Su Shi The dusk clouds are gone and overflowing with clear cold, the silver man turns the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? Nian Nujiao. Chibi Nostalgic Su Shi. The great river goes eastward, and the waves are exhausted. A man of the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks and clouds collapsed, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time! I think back to the time of Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, with majestic appearance, feather fan and silk scarf, while talking and laughing, the oars and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. The world is like a dream, a bottle returns the moonlight over the river. Shangyuan Banquet Su Shi The pale moon and sparse stars surround Jianzhang, and the fairy wind blows down the incense from the imperial furnace. The courtier stands in the Tongming Hall, and a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor. The shadows of flowers, by Su Shi, come one after another onto the Yaotai, calling the boy several times but unable to leave. It was just taken away by the sun, but it was taught by the bright moon to see the future. Crossing the Sea on the Night of June 20th Su Shi Participating in the battle, it is time to watch the third watch, the bitter rain ends and the wind clears up. Who embellishes the scattered clouds and the bright moon, making the sky and the sea clear. In his free time, Lu Sou took advantage of his thoughts and had a rough idea of ​​the music played in Xuanyuan. I don't hate the nine deaths in the southern wilderness, but I am traveling through the wonders of my life. Bu Suanzi Su Shi The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the missing moon makes people quiet at first. Who sees a lonely person walking around alone? Misty and solitary shadow. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. The Song of the Cave Immortal by Su Shi: Ice muscles and jade bones, naturally cool and sweat-free. The water palace is full of fragrance when the wind blows. The embroidered curtain is open, and a bright moon peeks at people. They are not sleeping, and they are leaning on pillows and hairpins with messy temples. Standing up and holding bare hands, there is no sound in the courtyard, and sometimes I see sparse stars crossing the river. How was the night? It's three o'clock in the night. The golden waves are light and the jade rope turns low. But when will the west wind come? It’s not like they secretly change things in the fleeting years. Jiang Chengzi Su Shi Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken heart will be cut off every year. On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. Nian Nujiao Su Shi Looking far into the distance from a high position, you can see the sky, and there are no traces of clouds thousands of miles away. The osmanthus flies in, and where the light shines, the autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, riding a luan to and fro, I am in Qingliang country. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance. I drunkenly clapped my hands and sang wildly, raising my glass to invite the moon to meet, and we became three guests. Dancing and wandering, under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is. I want to ride on the wind, but I suddenly go back. Why ride on the wings of a roc? In the Crystal Palace, a flute broke. Shui Tiao Songtou Su Shi When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings. It's too cold at high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world! Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan. Xing Xiangzi Su Shi The clear night is dust-free, the moonlight is like silver. When the wine is poured, it must be ten minutes full. Famous and vain, vain and hard work. A horse is caught in a sigh, fire is caught in a stone, and a body is caught in a dream. Although we hold articles, who will kiss us when we open our mouths? And Tao Tao, happy and innocent. When will you go back and be a idler? To a long harp, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds. From the foot of Taibai Mountain, I went early to Hengqu Town to write on the wall of Chongshou Courtyard. Su Shi immediately continued his residual dream, not knowing whether the morning would come. The chaotic mountains are surrounded by green curtains, and the falling moon is a pale and solitary lamp. Running around bothers the postman, and I feel ashamed of the old monk in my leisure time. I will visit my family again when I travel, and I will remember my past while chatting. I left a post about the chapel on the mountain behind Yansheng Guan. Su Shi: The more good the mountain is, the more good it is, no matter how high it is. Wild birds with strange feathers in the deep valley, above the fairy with slender eyebrows. If you are not ashamed to ride a jade phoenix, you should chase Chang'e and ride an old toad. The grass and rock flowers in the stream have no owner, and butterflies come late and enter the sparse curtains. On the night of August 15th, the moonlight is beautiful everywhere. Regardless of thatched eaves or market buildings, my official residence looks like a peng island. The fields in front of Fengxi Hall are fragrant with orange blossoms, and the lotuses grow old in autumn beside Jiantan Bridge. The tides of August and eighteen are unparalleled in the world. Kunpeng's water strikes three thousand miles away, and his team trains to drive hundreds of thousands of men. The red flags and green caps flicker and disappear, and the black sand and white waves swallow each other up. It is difficult to meet in ancient times in life, and we will get both this scene and this trip.

May you add candles after hearing this, and the white robes outside the door will look like swans