I don't know where people's faces are, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

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

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Rain: lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Cloud: There is not a cloud in the blue sky in Hexi tonight.

Birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. , Caiyun lave? Free and easy in my chest.

Seagulls sunset, geese write autumn clouds.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Go back to know the moon, where dreams come from is more cloudy.

Fog: the sea fog is hidden in the slanting moon, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang is infinite.

The wild shore is flat and sand closed, and the distant mountains are foggy.

I can't think of fog, I can't find it, that's all.