A poem with two rain characters.

Wu Boting's logarithmic peak is very lovely. Song Li Liu Qian Wu Bobo went to the pavilion and lined the mountain screens. Rain, rain, sunny, sunny and sunny. Tired and nowhere to go, drunk eyes wake up. I want to take it home and win the victory. Looking at the sunset scene of South Lake through Luoshe, three songs, Yang Wanli's twilight smoke is like rain and rain, and a bead curtain is separated from a distant mountain. The shadow of the curtain grew thicker and the mountain faded, and suddenly moved into the painting room. Note on a rainy night to a friend in the north Ming Xu Bo concubine in boudoir jun parting, tears like rain like silk. Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the window, when the dusk is endless. He Jiang and Zhong Sili were happy with the rain, and Wang Zhidao felt pity for the frog in the Song Dynasty, and it was still wet, and the thunder was shocked and stung. The breeze sends rain at night, which is a great comfort to the anxious neon. New poetry is like rain and rain, and it is relatively forgettable for worry. I want to spend more time in Donggao autumn, and I expect to drink drama no matter how to raise it. Old toad SuBiJun know, if you want to bother, ask Dongjiaqiu. I have returned to the west today to meet with Fusang Shengchi Qiu. The rain is cool, and the two songs are Zong Wei, Song and Fan Chengda, and the thunder and thunder are secretly sent to cool, and dancing to see the mountains is not self-sustaining. Say that you must plan ahead with a poet, and a piece of cloud urges rain and rain to urge poetry. Two poems about falling flowers, two poems about Zhong Yun, and two poems about Zhu Chengjue's rain and wind were so miserable that his eyes were red and white. Looking for Ziyan to wear incense, the lonely cuckoo cries for Jincheng. A short dream is a spring affair, and I am so worried about March. In the Ming Dynasty, I was so anxious that I got drunk in Dongyuan that I tried to make up for it by taking the residual poems. The rain and rain of Zaohetian Song and Zhao Wen refused to stop, and it poured down on Jiang Tao in spring. Poor Dragon's suffering makes me travel hard. You can't touch the long vicious, and climb the mountain like an ape. Suddenly out of the wilderness, pedestrians are rushing. The museum will visit my friends and get me drunk. Looking back at last autumn, there is wine to escape. Zhu Shaosen stands tall, handsome and feier Cao. Show me what I've done recently, and blow it again. Life has multiplication and division, and reason is not bad. If it is not yesterday, it will be today. When I return, I will lie down, and I will dream of Tao Tao. With Wang Shi, the snow was given, and the north wind of Song and Su Zhe kept blowing and raining, and the void was full of flies. The paper window can't sleep alone, and the hut is silent. The bird is wrong, Momo has not risen, and the family is empty and frightened at night. The heavy building and the pavilion are rotten and light, and the mountains are not seen. The double cedar is washed more brightly, and the green grass buried all over the field should be rotten. There is no trace of closed households in the city, and there are only a few lonely cigarettes in the city. Fine rows of jade with short overhangs, when dark and light ice, enter the research. There are guests who care for you, and no one tries the eagle dog. If you are not allowed to sweep the hub, you should have the old farmer singing and drinking. When you come to Jiangcheng, you will see white flowers flying around. Sit and watch the wine jar, who dares to taste it, and the ice mud is splashed repeatedly. Over the years, the bridge slab has not been broken, so it is not enough to worry about it. When I get home, I laugh at myself in the dark, complaining that my wife is hardworking and sighs. There is wine at the bedside that is not sold, and there is no money in the bag. It makes the snowflake as big as a hand, and finally wins the eyes of the stream. We will tell you that if you can stay at home, you will have a high banquet in your clothes. Sending Zeng Xun's father back to ten songs of Song Caoxun to learn about public affairs in Kaifeng, and receiving things and feelings is only sincere. Two-year-old soldiers on the rooftop said that it would be fine if it rained. The next day, it was sunny, and the rhyme was repeated. It was seen that Yang Guanqing in Song Dynasty was overcast with rain and rain, and Tian Chun in the outdoor field was aquatic. When you board the ship, you can see that it's flat, and the ten-mile boat in Cangbo is feasible. Farmers are full of sorrow and wake up, and now they are happy to see the light of day. There are a few cows singing in front of the village, so who is worried about it? The butterfly loves the flower, and Chang' an works for Jin Yuanhao, asking a piece of flower to fly and the spring wanes. Rain and wind, often hate to find fragrance late. If a flower branch is biased into the eye. Ask the wise before you, and pick the spring breeze. Look at the flowers in drunkenness. Just remember the warbler, not the red tooth plate. Keep the beautiful parrot lamp. Send Zhou Shou two songs of Song Zhaofan, rain beads and jade are not millet, and rain and rain are better than pearls and jade. Last year, I prayed for illness only like Chu, but this year I should pray for salvation. Huang Yun cut all the green waves and shook them, but he was really hungry to comfort his stomach. I am a micro-official, but I am fighting for food, and then I worship the poem Xie Xianmu. Xinyang and his fellow officials are happy with the rain rhyme. Song Wang Zhidao wants to know the farmer's field and work hard. After a long rain, he prays for the rain. Pray for sunny rain and sunny rain, which has been passed down since ancient times. Fenfen is not Xiao Lanxin, and sincerity is the only way to connect the three spirits. Wenchang vulgar officials are no different, but they can cause rain and thunder. It's dry and hot, and it's lightning at night. The original Tian Jiagu was half-browned, so why did the dead fish dry up? Suddenly, the rain washed me unconscious, and the pearls and jade were boundless and difficult to price. Sitting makes sorrow turn into joy, and thousands of rocks and rivers flow. From now on, I will never tire of dancing with sheep, and I will plow every ten days. The country is cold and frugal, and the wine tastes bad, and the tea in Los Angeles is divided into milk. The flowers and plants in front of the courtyard are still green, and I want to see the millet. Sooner or later, my king will return to Xinjiang, and he will see Yuanfeng after repeated abundant events. Heaven and man are almost always in phase, and if people must, they must every day. I am willing to cultivate people's mind, and if the sky is not sympathetic. Tae-heng comes from the first friend, and he doesn't worry about dust when he comes. New poetry should not be insulted, and dare to reward Qionggui with wood and plum. After six years, there is no shortage of storage numbers, and the dishes should be better than half a year. If you want to make violence like a sea moon, you should not only respect the river and sand. On a hot day, I will be lucky, and I will go abroad for many years and think deeply. Only today, Huaibei looks at the neon, and it is necessary to bother Yi Fuzi Shanglin. The second rhyme, Hou Di, loves the rain, and presents Zhao Shouduan with the quality of Song Wang Zhidao. I am afraid of the summer heat, but I am dizzy at this age. After ten years of abandonment, it is famous for its eight products and Li Yuan. Constant begging for rain and begging for rain, rain turns to slutty and turns to blazing. I don't know how this works, but every time I am stunned, my heart is different. Last year, I returned home from the land, and Artemisia was everywhere. Autumn sun is raging in winter, and it is very beneficial, and it is plain to be involved in spring. In recent years, coke has spread all over the area, and gold has been stinging liquid and glue. Zhao Houri was tired and worried, and Lu Shu was to blame for not raining. Heaven and man are often mutually funded, and it is not surprising that I am hurt. The syrup is bitter and cold, and it is bitter and hot. I dare to look at the screen and recruit people. After the Lord's East Tour, he made a pilgrimage, and Wan Li Jianghuai Waterway. I'm not alone in Linforshire. Sincerely show who deceives me, and pray for the rain to know. Suddenly, the eaves of the river slipped down, and several thunderbolts followed. There is no summer heat in the court in June, and the dragon group in Xuanji tries to divide milk. Officer Cao Xianghe replied, and forbade farmers to build nurseries. The villain entrusted the village market in Pi 'an, and was called by the same wild old song. May Gongyu bring the county goldfish, and the rain and grain will be rewarded. Fei Fei never tires of touching clothes, and wants to bow and plow when it is a little sunny. Simin has enough to eat and everything to eat, so why not read the wine? Six slogans of Xi Yu Tou Zhan Xinzhou Song Zhaofan makes the monarch naturally a rain hand, so why bother when rain comes? It will be very autumn this year. Mei Ting Song Qianhou's east wind blows rain and flowers, but it washes the gloomy moonlight. Common eyes always think Mei Taibai, and Chang 'e seduces Mo Yun. Clouds are more eager to rush poems, and the wind is too urgent to stay. Your majesty called the guest to comment on the chapter early, and took advantage of the canal to order the moss road. Leave the moon in the dead of night and act late in spring, for fear of blowing corners on the floor. More destroy the cold tip of silver wax, Leng Yan burning spring did not sleep. The candlelight is intense, the flowers are invisible, and the drunkenness before the flowers can't wake up. The southern branch speaks to the northern branch, and the poet's eyes are falling tonight. Since the Wangyuan returned to the friends' mountain trip, Song Weizong did not pity me for being old and poor, and the famine could not reward me for my spring. Therefore, Dongli was invited to invite each other, so that they could entertain each other in the double nursery. Crazy clouds make rain and rain stop, and the sun is more beautiful. The flowers are lingering, but Fei Dongjun takes care of it. I haven't been back for a long time, but I believe that creation is really affectionate. I am very happy, I hope I will be enlightened from now on. One side is limited in spring, and wheatgrass is not enough to relax her old eyes. The boat is far away from Tsinghua, and the beautiful mountains and rivers are poor. Although the forest is narrow, it is not evil to be beautiful and fragrant. Have a good friend to follow you, and enjoy yourself all the time. I'm afraid I won't have any old poems to congratulate, and I won't worry about wasting money and wax. Out of Guo and Song Dynasties, Zhao Fan hedged the tree, Li Huaxue, and all the willows in the wild temple. After the spring breeze and the rain, the day becomes clear and sunny. There are more than enough endless scenery, and there is no limit to poetry. Misty and ill sentences become eccentric, and old people really get medical treatment. Chao Zhongcuo Song Chen Yunping wants to be sunny and rainy and sunny. The season is clear. Red apricots whisper on the wall, and warblers sing on the peach branches. Light shirt and short hat, small boat, several flag pavilions. Fighting grass and hiking in the weather, buying flowers and carrying wine. Banquet in Taoyuan, Jianzhou, Song and Feng Shixing, the east of Lechang River, the old wooden house is windy. Open the door and plant peach trees all over the yard, and the owner of peach trees is Lin Jianzhou. In February next year, I will be drunk in the Spring Festival Gala. Who cares to lead the flowers on the river, but send 3 thousand jade mash? For you, spend the day and night, turn over the cup to make rain. Make the peach as big as the queen mother and grow into a towering tree, making the flowers even more fragrant. After the rain, begging for the imperial palace, asking for the second rhyme, Song Su Ling has become a forest rain to comfort Li Zheng, and the Lord Zhai lives in Shangmuqing. Playing Xu Zhengchao is still a jade food, and I am happy to see the people's feelings. I will not hesitate to add plum embellishment to my clothes, and I will sign the leaves from the pile. If it rains, it will happen, and there is no need to sing more. As early as the Song Dynasty, Zhao Fan's desire for rain and rain seemed to stop, which failed for Shuang Shuang. Mountain clouds take off their clothes and hang bronze pheasants in the evening. The book is ten unique things. Since then, the dust on the Huaihe River has been clear, and the Sri Lankan people are still happy to see Shengping. Tian Jia said that this year is good, and it will be fine if it rains. Seeing the prefect of Jizhou, Huping No.1 Temple, is on his way to call Yang Wanli of Song Dynasty to recall the past trunk roads and visit Bishui. Your name is Dr. Xiu Xiaonong. Today, Jiatai returned to Qingyuan, and Nong was a thorn in the history of the state people. Life is like a cloud in the wind, and how many people meet with white hair? Meet you and say goodbye, don't wait to fold your eyebrows first. If you are a brother and a parent, you are a spring breeze and a summer rain. Suddenly, the autumn frost flew overnight, scaring and killing geese and jackals. The political voice reached the sky without wings, and the jade emperor summoned you to the temple gallery. Lang Xing Qing Yue Xiao borrows the road, and Jinhua Yutang is a high step. China and Xian Guan nurtured Fenglin, and they never grasped Hongjun. Today, the prime minister has broken the famine, and the first mantle should be passed on to you. Twenty songs of Xizhai's autumn feeling, Song Dynasty's desire for rain and rain does not fall, which means that it will be sunny for ever. It's cloudy in autumn and dark in the daytime, and the cold clouds hang down. Huasheng is not guaranteed for a long time, and Baihui has suddenly declined. Among the hay in Xiao Sa, Jiaju is beautiful. Deep and clear, but drunk, don't be a poet. Sorrow is more abundant than coquettish, and laymen don't know it. Every time you want to die, only wine can forgive you. Fortunately, there is something in the cup, don't cherish it. Birds say that the mud is slippery, and Jiangnan Road is afraid of spring and dusk. Lang Xing didn't return home in March, but my heart is still bitter. The mud is slippery, my concubine is difficult to walk, and the idle steps are covered with moss. Cherry hair rests in front of the steps in the rain, and stockings must be illuminated in the daytime. Only the road in this world is slippery as mud, and lang does good to protect his daughter's body. Huanxisha praises Ma Yinghua's modern care with a wisp of red silk and a wisp of affection. When you open it, you can't fall silent. Smoke is like a dream. Rain, rain, wind and wind are too lonely, and the grievances are falling. I feel too yingying at last.