Dark clouds can't cover the mountain, white rain jumps off the plate, the wind blows away, looking at the bottom of the lake.

-On June 27th, Su Shi's "Drunk Book at Wanghu Building".

Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. -Liu Changqing's Snow House Lotus Mountain Master.

But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn".

The lotus didn't shelter from the rain, but the chrysanthemum still had Ao Shuang's branches. -Su Shi's To Liu Jingwen

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow"

The spring tide comes late and the rain comes urgent, and no one crosses the boat in the wild —— Wei Xixi Chuzhou

A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue