A poem about "romantic love"

Wind:

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

The wind is rustling and the water is cool, and the strong man is gone forever.

Whose flute fluttered in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

I don't know if it started spraying recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.

Weather and personnel are urging each other every day, and the solstice of winter is coming again.

Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another.

Children learn to be neighbors in winter, silly and timid but precious.

Flowers:

There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and Lu' an is another village.

Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I'll come back at chrysanthemum time.

After a hundred flowers blossom into honey, who will work hard for and who will be sweet?

After the wild goose falls, people think about flowers before.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Huang Si's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

Peach Blossom Pond and Three thousands of feet are not as good as Wang Lun's love.

Snow:

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.

Knowing that it snows heavily at night, I can hear the sound of bamboo folding.

Grass withered eagle eyes, light snow.

Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night.

The clouds in Qinghai are long and the snow-capped mountains are dark, and the lonely city looks at Yumenguan.

The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.

Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.

Month:

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

"I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?

The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask green wine.