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【Astronomy · II】\n\n【Wind】\n\nOde to the Wind\nWang Bo\nCool winds arise, solemn and still,\nBringing freshness to my woods and hill.\nThey chase the mist from the valley's door,\nAnd sweep the fog from the mountain's floor.\nComing and going, they leave no trace,\nYet in their motion, a gentle grace.\nAs sunset calms the land and stream,\nThey stir the pines with whispered dream.\n\nWind\nLi Qiao\nIt strips the leaves in autumn's fall,\nAnd makes the flowers in springtime call.\nIt whips the river into waves so high,\nAnd bends the bamboo, making it sigh.\n\n【Rain】\n\nGood Rain on a Spring Night\nDu Fu\nGood rain knows its season right,\nIt comes with spring, a welcome sight.\nIt sneaks in on the wind by night,\nAnd moistens all things with delight.\nThe country paths are dark with cloud,\nA lone boat's lamp shines bright and proud.\nAt dawn, the red and dampened ground,\nWith flowers heavy, will be found.\n\nWest Creek at Chuzhou\nWei Yingwu\nAlone, I love the grass by the creek,\nA yellow oriole sings, its voice unique.\nSpring tides bring rain, swift and deep,\nAt the wild crossing, a boat lies asleep.\n\nWalking at Night in Light Rain\nBai Juyi\nAutumn clouds rise, vague and gray,\nA slight chill grows as night holds sway.\nI only feel my clothes grow damp,\nNo sound or drop, a gentle stamp.\n\n【Dew】\n\nGrievance on the Jade Steps\nLi Bai\nWhite dew forms on the steps of jade,\nSo late at night, my silk socks fade.\nI lower the crystal screen,\nAnd gaze at the autumn moon, serene.\n\nThinking of My Brother on a Moonlit Night\nDu Fu\nThe war drum cuts the traveler's way,\nA lone goose cries in autumn's sway.\nDew turns white from tonight's air,\nThe moon at home is brighter there.\nMy brothers are scattered far and wide,\nNo home to ask if they've died.\nLetters seldom reach their place,\nAnd war still shows no sign of grace.\n\nOde to the Dewdrop\nWei Yingwu\nA single drop on autumn's lotus leaf,\nFalls from the dark sky in the night, brief.\nPlaced on a jade plate, it will roll,\nOnly then its perfect circle is whole.\n\n【Fog】\n\nFog\nLi Qiao\nLord Cao was lost in Chu's marshland,\nThe Han emperor left Pingcheng, grand.\nAt Zhuolu, evil airs grew still,\nOn Dan Mountain, bright colors spill.\nLike smoke, it flies, a bit too dense,\nLike rain, it scatters, light and immense.\nIf it foretells a hero's rise,\nWould one think of the dark leopard's guise?\n\nWalking Through the Fog\nWei Yingwu\nAutumn city, sea fog thick and deep,\nDuty calls at dawn, from sleep I leap.\nVast, it merges with the primal sky,\nBlurring the bright sun, passing by.\nJust seen, it whitens hair and brow,\nSoon clothes are damp, I feel it now.\nPaths and riders lost from sight,\nCountry trees vanish in the white.\nA faint breath wrong, a chilling dread,\nMy skin grows cold, with fear I'm fed.\nReturning home, I'll drink a cup,\nHoping this ailment to give up.