A beautiful poem about rainy days 1. Beautiful poems describing rainy days
Recommend some poems about rain that I like very much. I hope I like them:
Yu's article "Meeting with the Ministry of Water in Early Spring"
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Shi's "Dingfengbo"
Don't listen to the rain through the forest, why not walk slowly singing?
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The chilly spring wind woke me up, slightly cold, but the hills were oblique.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
Su Shi. Youmeitang rainstorm
A thunderous sound, like shaking from the feet of tourists to the feet, has a beautiful hall and thick clouds, which can't be opened.
In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou.
The west lake is like a golden cup, full of rain, almost overflowing; The rain beat against the forest in the lake, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Arouse the fairy spring to sprinkle noodles, pour the dumplings and sprinkle roses.
Su Shi. Drunk book in Wang Hu Building on June 27th.
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
In addition, there are some famous sentences about rain:
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet.
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. Zhang's fishing song.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. Lu You's The Storm of November 4th
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
On a cold rainy night, Wu lives alone in Chushan, Fujian. Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.
The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. Su Shi: Rain after Drinking Chuqing Lake
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. Zhang's fishing song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. Lu You's The Storm of November 4th
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. The rain after Su Shi drank Chuqing Lake
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. Wang Wei's In the Mountains
The rain stopped suddenly last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. I asked the shutter man, but he said, "Haitang is still there." You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat and thin! Li Qingzhao's Dream.
2. Who has a beautiful poem about rain?
I often wander in the light rain, looking for light rain like an elegant poem, which often haunts my mind. There is no one in the rain, but there is no trace on his face, which is even more lonely. Every time a light rain comes, it always reminds me ... a misty rain will make my life. Don't listen to the beating of leaves in the forest, why not sing and walk slowly?
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. 1. Dongpo is proud that there is no natural barrier in the world, and Dajiangdong will not return it.
Poetic relaxed in Jiangbei, picturesque in Jiangnan. The atmosphere is generous and benevolent.
In the dream, they often meet each other and wake up hundreds of years later. The first song: Nian Nujiao's "Red Cliff Nostalgia" does not return to the river, and the waves are exhausted. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
In the past, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time. Feather fan nylon scarf, laughing and laughing, strong ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. The world is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon.
The second song: On Jiangchengzi Lake, Zhang Xian and I got here. I heard it was raining on Phoenix Mountain, Chu Qing. The water is clear and the setting sun is bright.
A lotus flower (3) passes by Shang Yingying. Where do the double herons fly? If you are interested, please visit Muping Pavilion.
Suddenly I heard a sadness and joy on the river. Bitter and affectionate, who will listen? Smoke gathered on the cloud, and it was Xiangling 6 according to the agreement.
At the end of the song, I want to see it, and the peaks are green. The third song: Shuidiao Song (When is the bright moon) Mid-Autumn Festival (1), I am drunk, drunk. I wrote this article, and I am pregnant.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask about Sky Wine. I wonder what year it is today.
I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'm too cold. Dance to find the shadow, it seems to be on the earth.
Turn to Zhuge, low yee (8), for sleepless. There should be no hate, but things are long and round.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. This is an old problem. I wish people a long time, thousands of miles away.
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where people are, even the sky and grass are everywhere, and the way home is broken.
Song? Li Qingzhao's "Dianjiang Lips" last night, the rain suddenly blew, and there was no need for residual wine for a deep sleep. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Should be green, fat, red and thin-Song? Li Qingzhao's Dream is a lonely boudoir full of sadness.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning over, just not in the mood.
Where people are, even the sky and grass are everywhere, and the way home is broken. Song? Li Qingzhao's "Dianjiang Lips" last night, the rain suddenly blew, and there was no need for residual wine for a deep sleep.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Song? Li Qingzhao's dream +0. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn II. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
(Wang Wei's Mid-Autumn Insect in the Mountain) 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.
(Wang Wei's "In the Mountains") 5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang "Fishing Songs") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier is a dream.
(Lu You's The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu's Qingming) 8. On a cold rainy night, Lianjiang people, Wu, sent the guests alone.
(Wang Changling's Parting Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
(Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake).
3. A beautiful poem about rain.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)
Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Dong Sheng rises and falls in the west, but Tao is ruthless but affectionate.
The autumn wind is bleak, the autumn grass is yellow and the autumn night is long. I feel that the autumn window is boundless and bleak like wind and rain. -A Dream of Red Mansions
"Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain" Begonia does not hesitate to blush and stand alone in the drizzle.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
4. Poems about the beautiful mood in rainy days.
Poems describing a good mood in rainy days are:
1, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night written by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
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.
Translation:
Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths; Small lights, flashing fishing boats on the river look at the flowers with dew. Tomorrow morning, Chengdu will be full of flowers.
2, the Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan's "Jue Gu Mu Yin Zhong Short Account"
Original text:
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.
Translation:
I tied the boat in the shade of a tall old tree; Crossing the bridge with crutches, enjoying the beautiful spring scenery.
Mao Mao, the rain won't get my clothes wet. It floats on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making the flowers more brilliant. The breeze blowing on the face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is particularly embarrassing.
3. Autumn in the Mountain by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Translation:
After a new rain, my valley became quieter and quieter. As night falls, a cool breeze blows gently, which makes people feel more autumn. The bright moonlight reflected the pine forest, and the spring water gurgled over the stone.
There were bursts of laughter and laughter in the bamboo forest. It turns out that the washerwoman is back and the lotus leaves are floating. That's a fishing boat going down the river. Although the fragrance of spring has long gone, I am intoxicated with this wonderful autumn color and still yearn for a long stay.
4. In Tang Dynasty, Han Yu presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in early spring.
Original text:
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Translation:
There is a continuous rain over the Capital Avenue. It is as delicate and moist as ghee. From a distance, the grass is faintly connected, but when you look closely, it looks sparse and sporadic.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring in the city of green willows.
5. In Song Dynasty, Su Shi wrote "Drinking Rain on Lake Chuqing (Part Two)".
Original text:
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
Translation:
On sunny days, the West Lake is full of blue waves. In the sunshine, radiant, 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.
5. Beautiful sentences or poems about rain
Modern Poetry] Raindrops
The key is you.
The moonlight is as clear as a drop of lotus dew.
The voice of the clear spring is watching.
News of real life
Clear the frost! My brother
We come from a dark and terrible forest.
This is where beauty often happens.
Proud to join the crying swan team
Attend an angel's funeral.
We have no choice.
(except mourning for beauty)
Exquisite tears and elegant elegy
Slip from the highest note of the holy bird
Gazing calmly at the sleeping peace.
Helpless harmony.
Occasionally naughty whitebait spits out a string of blisters and explodes into pearls.
But because it is too small, few people see it)
Suddenly (neither early nor late),
You feed a mouthful of blood to the forehead of the fairy bird.
Thousands of red dragonflies landed on feathers as white as water lilies.
Trembling, pale green moonlight penetrated the rosy halo.
We smile.
We smile in white.
Rain Lane (Dai Wangshu) A person is wandering in a long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, as indifferent, sad and melancholy as I am. She silently approached, approached, and cast a sighing look. She drifted across, like a dream, like a dream. Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She silently walked away, walked away, walked towards the decadent fence and walked into the rainy lane. In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot. Modern Poetry-Listening to the Rain Collection: Cloud Window Dream Author: Cloud Window Dream Ma Benteng's hoofbeat from far to near is like the sound of fifty strings crossing the Great Wall. In the dream, people whispered and teased the standing curtain, and the birds looked for it. It seems that there is no cold steel jungle and it has become a steep and rugged river bank. The huge white flowers have been broken into pieces. With rhythm and wind, it came, with unwillingness and urgent steps, stepping on the opposite family. Not lying naked on the shore, feeling your tenderness in a galloping dream. It is raining again. The cold feeling dripped into the palm of your hand, awakening the softness curled up in the deepest place. Suddenly, I have a feeling of listening to the rain. Look, 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? But raindrops didn't stop their fallen bodies because of my criticism. Oh, what a happy dancer! Some of them came to me naughtily. 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 the happiness of my life is not as good as a drop of rain. I miss the rainy lane.
Who sang the endless sadness in a low voice in the long rain lane? Lonely lilacs bloom quietly. Who weaves its sadness into a poem? The silent lilac in the rain lane is the poet's nameless sadness. Is that slender oil-paper umbrella hiding the graceful figure in the old dream? Or swaying in a sad fantasy? Have you ever crossed the ocean of my whole heart with sighing eyes? Far away, gradually dissipated melancholy has become another kind of hesitation? The long rain lane is not as long as the back of an oil-paper umbrella or the eyes looking through autumn water ...
6. Beautiful sentences describing rain
Romantic sentences describing rain
1. When it rains, crystal drops of water condense on the leaves of various flowers and plants.
2. The rain ran down the eaves and began to form a line like a broken bead. There is more and more water on the ground, which has merged into streams.
Rain drops along the eaves, first drop by drop, and gradually forms thin lines.
It kept raining, like hanging a curtain outside the window.
Rain is like "how the water of the Yellow River moves the sky", rampaging, like stormy waves, like stormy waves. Although not as fierce as the Qiantang River, it is also extremely fierce; Rain is like a big transparent cloth. As soon as the wind blows, there are countless wave marks, which are shiny by lightning and really beautiful.
6. The rain is heartbreaking, the wind is crying, the dream is lingering, and the love is far away.
It's still raining, but it's not as sweet as last time.
7. There is an urgent need to write a beautiful poem about rain. In a word,
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: Living in Autumn) 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. It didn't rain on the mountain road, and my clothes were wet. Ma Tie Glacier is dreaming. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. A man named Wu sent his guests to Chushan on a cold rainy night. (Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. Weicheng was drenched, and the guest room was green and willow-colored. It's rainy in the mountains. (Su Shi: Drinking clear water on the lake makes it rain) There is no need to ask for rain. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" wet his clothes and his face was not cold and windy. -Monk Zhinan's "Jueju" It is also a light dust and a guest when it rains in Weicheng. Ma Tie Glacier is dreaming. -Lu You "The Storm on November 4" knows when it rains and when it happens in spring. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" has seven or eight stars, and it began to rain before two or three o'clock-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon", now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn is Clear and Rainy.
8. Poems describing the beauty of rainy days
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao)
2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Living in Autumn")
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
4. There is no rain on the mountain road and the clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "On the Mountain")
5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang: "Fishing Songs")
6. Lying in the middle of the night, listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of MOS Rail Glacier. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th)
7. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day)
8. Wu, seeing off guests in Chushan on a cold rainy night. (Wang Changling: "Parting with Xin Jian at Furong Inn")
9. The Acropolis bathes in rain and light dust, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")
10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi: "Rain after Drinking Lake Chu Qing")