Poems about wind and rain Collection of poems about wind and rain

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Spring Night Joyful Rain")

There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain")

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanted There is no need to return to the wind and drizzle. (Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song")

Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into sleep. (Lu You: "It's stormy on November 4th")

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. (Du Mu: "Qingming")

I came to Wu in the cold rainy night across the river, and I saw off my guest in Chu Shangu during the clear day. (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower")

In the morning rain in Weicheng, there is light dust, and the guest houses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Sending the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi")

The clear sky is good when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.

(Su Shi: "Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake")