Poetry in rainy season
The young mermaid listened to the rain.
Jie Jiang
Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint.
Listen to the rain on the boat when you are in the prime of life; The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless;
Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
Li shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Huanxisha
Qin Guan
With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn.
Light smoke and flowing water draw a quiet picture, and flying freely is as light as a dream.
The endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and a small silver hook is hung on the curtain.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Jueju
Monk Zhinan
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Jiang Nanchun's quatrains
Du Mu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Xijiang Moon Walking on Huangsha Road
Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Love in Luoting —— Commemoration and Cui Yan
Li shangyin
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.