Modern rain poem 1. Looking for modern rain poems
1, "It's raining" The lead clouds buried the sunlight in the dark corner, and the church bells awakened the sleeping heart. White wings struggled to escape from the devil's palm, and angel's tears fell on the ocean and patted the injured wings. 2. "The Sound of Rain" I like to stand by the window and listen to the sound of rain in the quiet night. The sound of ticking jumps in my heart like cheerful notes. The smell of quiet nights always reminds me of the yellowed past. The past passed before my eyes. What will never disappear is the yearning and hope in my heart. Where can I find my lost dream? The rain is ticking. Quietly beating in my ear at night, it is a naughty song lingering in my dream, and it is a story of you or time. 3. "Rain after rain is in line" Rain after rain is waiting in line for a snow to tell God. My hiking trip without water in this river has not yet turned into afternoon tea on the shore. Spring has become an unpredictable dilemma. I can't pull myself out of the river. Rain after rain is waiting in line for a snow to tell God. 4. Listening to the sound of rain I like listening to the sound of rain, listening to the whispers of drizzle moistening wheat seedlings when willow sprouts in early spring. This is a picturesque brocade painting. I like listening to the sound of rain and the crazy rain when cicadas are singing in hot summer. This is a passionate symphony of destiny. I like to listen to the sound of rain and the ticking of raindrops on the eaves when yellow leaves fall in late autumn. This is a Zen poem. I like listening to the rain. If it rains in snowy winter, it must be a hymn of life. I like listening to the rain. I read my whole life from the sound of rain. I realized the true meaning of life. In the long rainy night, the water on the window pane rustled down, and the wooden lattice connected with the window frame and the depression attached to the glass fell on the edge of the building and broke into four or five glittering petals. Broken thoughts in the heart pool spread along the vein like ripples, which really cut off the latitude between heaven and earth. Weaver weaves the lovesickness all night, and it will break like gold. It will rain tomorrow. The light on the top floor is really broken. In the long rainy night, she is used to lighting a lamp and dreaming. Looks naive. In the long leisure time, her sleepless eyes are swollen, but she shines with hope for Nightcrawler in the rain. The starlight in the stormy night window disappeared into the light. I know it will stay up all night again. "Rainy Night" Late at night-A girl walking down the street with an umbrella under drizzle covered with black hair and humming a faint tune, crossed the fork in the road and walked into the alley. The girl with an umbrella appeared quietly in the rain, wandering in the crowd in the rainy street. I approached the girl and dared not look up at her in the dim night. I dare not say: girl-she is sad, or sad, walking quietly in the street without pedestrians, still singing beautiful songs. It is raining. I met this laid-back girl in a quiet street. With long black hair, she walked under the street lamp and nodded slightly at me, but she didn't say hello to me. I stopped and looked at her slim figure, without words. The rain continued to fall. She walked away and walked into the depths of the rain. Gradually, figures and music came out. Dissolved in the rainy night, I stood in the hazy drizzle on the street and silently walked into the rain. Autumn Rain is another autumn rain, and the silent cry of thoughts and ideas has broken the silent face of this thousand-year-old city. If you are as weak as Daiyu, can the urchin who comes home from school still see the corner forgotten by the pale face tortured by the fuzzy smiling face of the heavy rain? How can you bear to give up the truth of prayer? Please have mercy and let her go. Why don't idle people who have nothing to do with fishing wear hemp fiber? Why don't you pay attention to me and say shh? I looked at the watch on your wrist for fear that I would distract you. Why did you come so late? What can I do to make the Iraqi people so uneasy and make the dusty floor look brand new? You are the greatest hero. You are the pointer to transfer time. Sit on the tower and wait for the good news of your victory. The flowers beside me meet in the wind and rain. As a result, dark clouds with falling petals and bare branches blocked the next stop of the sunset. Please don't be late. 8. Wandering alone in the rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. A long and lonely rainy lane, hoping to meet a girl with a lilac knot. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance and lilac-like sadness in the rain. She lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold, sad and sad as I am, and approaches silently. Take another breath. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and like lilacs floating in a dream. This girl drifted past me. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her color and fragrance disappeared. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, supported the oil-paper umbrella. A person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float across a girl with a lilac knot. 9. Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain that makes rainbows, cicadas sink and fall, frogs rise, and a pool of red lotus is like a red flame. It makes no difference whether you come or not in the rain. I feel that every lotus flower is like you, especially after dusk and such a drizzle, forever. In eternity, if your hand is in my hand, if your fragrance is in my nostrils at this moment, I will say, little lover, promise, this hand should pick lotus flowers, and in the martial arts palace, this hand should shake cinnamon pulp. On Mulan boat, a star hangs from the cornice of the Science Museum, hanging like an earring. The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come and walk in the red lotus after the rain. When you came, winter rain and light rain fell gently on my heart. There is no umbrella or poncho, only a beige coat. Rain is so sad, just like a white flower in mourning for the dead, telling an eternal fairy tale.
Intermittent light rain, gently tapping the dripping eaves gallery, without flinching or fear, only a forward heart is running in the direction to go. This rain is fascinating, and I let go of my worries in the sky that embraces it, like sending a message to people who have been wandering for a long time.
2. Modern Rain Poems
1. Light rain rustles underground,
Watered the seedlings with green water,
Destroyed hope.
Light rain rustles underground,
I looked up,
Where is the hometown of rain?
Light rain rustles underground,
Dedication,
How can people not shed tears of gratitude?
2. Wind and rain
The wind always apologizes.
Ray is always unfriendly.
When I was still on my way home
The clouds began to splash.
originally
I don't care about the little things.
then
It's everywhere.
I didn't shelter from the rain.
god
I have no umbrella.
hurried
Bump into your arms
From this time on.
Walk into the wind and rain all your life
3. Rain scene in the lotus pond
Qing Su Hu lane
Sparse rain,
Slowly falling into the water,
There are ripples.
The wind blows the sunset,
Pale purple.
Li Andong,
Ye shengbo,
Raindrops,
Singing in the pool,
One night, with the sunset in Yu He,
In autumn, thousands of miles of waves.
4. Rainy cities
yesterday
It is raining in this city.
From morning till night.
From east to west
The continuous rain is chilling.
Scattered but restrained.
Lilac complex
In the misty rain
Countless eager eyes
Gather into a bright starry sky
Once familiar city
Why did it suddenly rain?
A dripping and chic display
Sadness is
Tightness of reinforced concrete
A storm is coming.
Lightning flashed across
Tear open the canopy.
Rain is tears.
Tears are rain.
The pouring river is surging.
Flooding the face of the city
The dream-chasing soul fled and fell.
On the emerging edge of the city
Sadness is scattered all over the floor. There are many here. I tried my best. 0v0 is expected.
3. Modern Rain Poems
1, "Rain Farewell"-Author: Shu Ting I really want to open the car door and run to your side and cry on your shoulder: "I can't help it, I really can't help it!" I really want to hold your hand and escape to the sky and fields in Chuqing, without flinching or looking back.
I really want to gather all my tenderness, so that you can finally wake up with a look that can't be appealed. I really want to, really want to ... my pain has turned into sadness. I can't think enough and I can't speak.
2, "Enlightenment in the Rain"-Author: Xi Murong If rain remains after rain, if sorrow remains after sorrow, please let me face this parting calmly, leave, and continue to look for you with a smile, an impossible one. 3, "Rain Lane"-Author: Dai Wangshu holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She has the same color and fragrance as cloves. She was sad and sad in the rain. She wandered in this lonely rainy lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold and sad as I am. Disappointed again, she walked silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She drifted by, as sad and confused as a dream, like a lilac I drifted by in a dream. The girl drifted away quietly, walking far towards the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her fragrance dissipated. Even her sighing eyes and lilac melancholy supported the oiled paper. In the long and lonely rain lane, I hope to float across a girl with a lilac knot. 4. "Rain Language"-Author: Zheng Chouyu (Rain Language: April has been waiting for a long time on the earth ...) The long-awaited Putian and pasture, the long-awaited fish ponds and streams have been frozen in Pu Tian for a winter, which has imprisoned the seeds. The pasture has turned yellow and lost the traces of cattle and sheep. The fish pond is cold and shallow, and the stream is getting quiet. I came to visit the earth in April. I'm coming. I walk gently, and my love weaves heaven and earth together like silk thread. I call every child's nickname sweet and allow me to come. Thunder and lightning don't ring, and the wind doesn't crowd. As I approach, you may know, don't open the oil umbrella to resist me. Don't close the doors and windows, put down the curtains, and don't be busy wearing hemp fiber. I came to the earth to be close to you, said Daiyu eagerly. I am a guest in April, with the baptism of spring. Why don't you lift your face and let me kiss you? Why don't you follow me? Follow in my footsteps. The soil in Pu Tian will be as wet as ointment. When I visit the pasture, I will send out new seedlings of honeysuckle around the pond to say hello to the fish. Listen to the stream and practice the new laundry ballad. Rain said, I'm coming, and I'm far away, where the peaks stand. The sky is full of white clouds. I used to be a fun-loving child like you. However, I am lucky. I grew up smiling in the white clouds. I want to teach you to laugh bravely. Did you see me see the wicker bend over? Shishi laughed when he saw it. The swallow saw it, and its wings tilted. The second thing is, I want to teach you to laugh bravely. As long as the flag laughs, as long as you laugh, there will be rain in the hope of the earth. Say, I'm coming, and I won't go back when I come. When you laugh, I will rest happily. One day, you should remember that the sweetness in your mouth is my blessing. 5. "Waiting for you in the rain"-Author: Yu Guangzhong is waiting for you in the rain, cicadas make a rainbow in the heavy rain. It doesn't matter whether it comes or not in the rain, but I feel that every lotus flower is like you, especially through dusk and this drizzle. Instant, instant, eternity is waiting for you, in time, in an instant, in eternity. If your hand is in my hand, at this moment, if your fragrance is in my nostrils, I will say, little lover, this hand should pick lotus flowers, and in the Wu Palace, this hand should. On the Mulan boat, a star hangs from the cornice of the Science Museum, and a Swiss watch shows that it is seven o'clock. Suddenly, you walk like a poem after rain, and you walk like a poem in a love story. In the words of Jiang Baishi, rhythmically, you walk in the winter rain, and the light rain falls gently on my heart. No umbrella, no poncho, only a beige coat. It's like paying homage to a glistening dead, telling the eternal fairy tale of light rain, tapping the dripping eaves gallery without flinching or fear, and only a forward heart runs in the direction to go. It is fascinating under the rain curtain, and letting go of its concerns in the sky that embraces it is like sending a message to a long-lost person. Come on, hurry home! Autumn rain is lingering, and a rain is lingering, making sleepless nights longer and longer. I also smell the drizzle floating in the hazy room. I see clear eyes sticking out and tears flowing in the rain. I know it suddenly began to rain in the morning.
4. Seek modern poems about rain.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's clothes are wet, and Liu Feng's face is cold.
-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake and Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake Song Dynasty: Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. On a sunny day, the West Lake is rippling with blue waves. Under the sunshine, it is radiant and beautiful.
When it rains, the distant mountains are shrouded in misty rain, and their eyes are confused. The hazy scenery is also beautiful. If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a beauty, then whether it is light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always set off her natural beauty and charming charm.
Author's brief introduction Su Shi (1037-1kloc-0/01), a writer, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zi yue Zhan, no Dongpo lay man.
Han nationality, Sichuanese, was buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). I have a bumpy career, profound knowledge, extremely high talent, and excellent poetry, calligraphy and painting.
His writing style, Wang Yang, is unrestrained and fluent, and he is also called Ou Su with Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties"; Poetry is fresh and vigorous, making good use of exaggeration and metaphor, and its artistic expression is unique. Together with Huang Tingjian, they are called Su Huang. The uninhibited school has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji. Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and it can be innovative. Writing with a pen is ups and downs, full of childlike interest. And Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang are also called Song Sijia. Painting is the same as literature. In painting, we advocate spirit likeness and "literati painting". He is the author of The Complete Works of Su Dongpo and Dongpo Yuefu.
Reference Ancient Poetry Network: http://so.gushiwen.org/search.aspx? Value =%e8%8b%8f%e8%bd%bc.
There is an urgent need for a modern poem about rainy days.
Modern poems about rainy days;
Kiss the rain
Listen to beautiful piano music
It seems to tell a touching story.
My heart is talking to music.
There is nothing exciting.
No sadness
Not gorgeous
one's heart is as calm as still water―remain unmoved by the circumstances and stick to one's conviction
Want to be swallowed up by the melody
Follow it around the world
Never come back
Is there a corner meeting?
Will be nostalgic.
Do you smell of lilacs?
Yearning for the ink umbrella
I will not regret it.
Key point: Although this poem has the same name as Deng Haihua's Seal of Rain, it expresses the ideal of companionship with music.
6. What are the poems about rainy days in modern times?
Spring is like the desolation of grassland. Just step out of the house, and beautiful things can be picked up everywhere. The girl's mood can't be said, and raindrops often fall in the sky.
And it may not fall on anyone, and pedestrians on the road are holding umbrellas; Most of the people you meet in the car are strangers, and the affectionate eyes are not necessarily for whom. Wet peach blossoms are the color of rouge.
Water drops hit the glass window obliquely, and the rainy days in the south of the Yangtze River belong to lovers.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone. Wandering for a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long.
Like lilacs drifting in a dream, this girl drifted by me. She walked silently, far away, on the dilapidated fence and through the rain lane.
The light rain rustled, watering the seedlings and watering the hope.
The light rain rustled underground, and I looked up. Where is the hometown of rain?
It's drizzling underground, dedicated and dedicated, how can we not let people shed tears of gratitude?
The wind is always apologetic, and the thunder is always merciless. While I was still on my way home, the clouds began to splash.
At first, I didn't care about those little things. Later, it was so dense that I didn't escape.
God, I don't have an umbrella. In my hurry, I bumped into your arms. Since then, I have walked into the wind and rain all my life.
The green lake smells fragrant, and the thin rain drops slowly into the water, causing ripples. The wind is blowing the sunset, with a hint of purples.
Lotus movement, leaves generate waves, raindrops, pool songs, Yu He accompanied by the sunset, once the autumn water waves.
It rained in the city yesterday. From morning till night, from east to west, the continuous rain is chilling.
Sprinkle, but knot, as complicated as cloves.
When the storm came, lightning flashed across the sky. Rain is tears, tears are rain. The raging river swelled and flooded the surface of the city.
7. Modern Rain Poetry
Rainie love.
In the gray sky, the rain never stops.
Outside the window, the rain fell from the sky,
Slipped on the sparse banyan leaves.
Lonely, his heart is getting wetter and wetter,
Let the rain take away my thoughts of you.
Do you feel it?
Once upon a time, there was a couple,
Walking on that rainy night.
Hold an umbrella together, next to each other.
The dim light stretched their figures,
On the silent road, the wind gently brushed my cheeks.
This is their first time,
Do you remember?
rain
It's raining, it's raining!
The mountains in the distance are hidden by you.
It is raining! It is the tears in the sky that wash the world.
I stood in the clearing,
Please erase my memory, too
Rain, crystal clear, seems to have magic,
So,
Turn my heart into rain!
My heart also wants to be as transparent as rain one day.
My heart also wants to blossom one day,
Like rain,
Spread out and make a final contribution to the world.
So, distant meteors,
Bring my wish into the rain!
Help me realize this last wish.
Rain, I have always regarded the mountain as my spiritual destination.
You hide the mountain behind you,
What about me?
But it's good,
You hid me, too,
Hide my heart.
It's raining,
Take me with you!
Let me go with you,
Come down from the sky together,
Wash the earth together,
Bloom together.
It's raining,
Take me to heaven!
8. Modern poems describing the rain in early autumn
1, "No rain"
Author: Shu Ting
Whole poem:
I really want to open the door and run to you.
Crying on your shoulder:
"No way, really no way!"
I really want to hold your hand,
Flee to the sky and fields of Chu Qing,
Never flinch, never look back.
I really want to collect all the tenderness,
With eyes that can't be appealed,
Let you finally wake up.
I really want to, really want to. ...
My pain turned into sadness,
I can't think enough and I can't say it.
2. "Enlightenment in the Rain"
Author: Xi Murong
Whole poem:
If it still rains after rain,
If there is still sorrow after sorrow,
Please let me face this separation calmly,
Leave, smile and keep looking,
Someone who will never appear again, you.
3. Rain Lane
Author: Dai Wangshu
Whole poem:
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
Walk quietly
Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
Dingxiangyuan
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender melancholy
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Step 4 rain
Author Yitong
Fate is the first cloud in the lonely sky.
After many vicissitudes.
Gather into a trickle of rain.
a fine drizzle
Moisten the memory a little
I forgot to bring my rain gear in case I get wet.
Step 5 listen to the rain
Author: Cloud Window Dream
Wan's hoofbeat from far to near.
Just like the sound of 50 strings crossing the Great Wall, it awakened the dreamer.
Quietly teasing the stupefied curtains
Whispers of birds looking for nests
if there is no
Cold reinforced jungle.
Into a dangerous and rugged river bank.
Turn the huge white flowers into pieces.
It is accompanied by rhythm mercilessly.
The wind is coming.
Stepping on the awning of the opposite family with unwilling and urgent steps
Rise in succession
I can't see your face in the dark.
Is it a pity that no one appreciates it?
cannot
Naked insects lie on the shore.
Miss you tenderly in a flying dream.
9. Modern poems about rain ~ ~ urgent ~ ~
Rain Scenery —— Rain in Zhu Xiang —— Zero Rain in Yitong —— The fate of Hung Hung, Chen Yuwen and Yitong is that the initial clouds in the lonely sky, after several generations of vicissitudes of life, have gathered into a drizzle. The drizzle wet some memories. In order not to get caught in the rain, I said I forgot to bring my rain gear. The pouring rain is the catharsis of lightning love. With the roar of tripterygium wilfordii Dian Mu, the hard and bright rain line was pushed down unjustly, like crystal ice that was uprooted. A rain heralds an old past and a new beginning. All cowardice has been forced under the eaves. Flying diarrhea knocks over your resentment, opens the umbrella of my soul, lowers my posture, and lets it wash away all my happy and painful memories. Four winds said that rain is a tear in the sky, hitting the end of the glass with a flowing streamline and finding the destination of falling. Suddenly, I wanted to evaporate from my memory, so I opened my heart and looked forward to the sunrise and rain that the frog called away. The stream caressed my toes and licked them carefully. I like rain. The breath of the earth, the falling petals and the drunken rain that stirred the roots gave the world a cool and freehand raindrop. The whole meaning lies in your clear moonlight, like a drop of spring water watered by lotus dew, watching the news of instant life. My brother, who comes from the dark and horrible forest (where beauty often happens), proudly joined the crying swan brigade to attend the funeral for angels. We have no choice but to mourn for beauty. Delicate tears and elegant elegy fall from the highest voice of the sacred bird, staring at the quiet and helpless harmony of peaceful sleep ... (Occasionally naughty whitebait spits out a string of blisters and explodes into pearls, but because it is too small, suddenly (not a moment earlier, not a moment later) you feed a mouthful of blood to the forehead of the fairy bird, and thousands of red dragonflies fall on the feathers as white as water lilies, and the pale green moonlight is filled with rosy glow. We smiled and our white clothes fluttered. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The cold feeling dripping from the palm of your hand got into your heart and awakened the softness curled up in the deepest place. Suddenly, I have a feeling of listening to the rain. Look, the raindrops are about to hit the windowsill, and my heart is suddenly imprisoned. Do you really want to use your life to make elves dance around the window lattice? However, the rain didn't stop because of my criticism. What a happy dancer! Some of them even ran up to me playfully. Maybe they also feel my unhappiness and want to brush away those long-forgotten yin fires with their bodies. Yes, I read the taste of happiness. After all, the happiness that can penetrate the soul most is bought with a complete body. Many times, I feel that my happiness in my life is not as good as a drop of rain. Happiness = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Walking in rainy days is like fun run, ethereal and touching. Under the tree, it is not a good place to shelter from the rain, but it looks very high; Under the umbrella, I can't touch the temperature of the rain, but I have a low dream.
Reaching out, a drop of rain fell on my palm, and I held it in front of my eyes. It's too small. My hand was very cold, so I decided to release it before it turned into ice crystals.
I turned my hand, but the raindrops followed my arm. I put down my umbrella, but no more rain fell on my hands. Why is it just this rain? Rain, not much.
It rained again yesterday. Many raindrops fell on the window, making a clear sound. I seem to see another raindrop. When I was gliding freely, I landed on the window with my own life and the shackles brought by other raindrops
There was a strong bombardment in my heart, and I was confused at present. Why is there competition? Less rain, less bondage, isn't it? Don't, life should be competition, is bound? Take a deep breath and open the window. At this time, what falls is no longer tiny raindrops, but my high hopes and low dreams.
Raindrops fell on my hands again.