2. The sky is dark, the sea stands tall, and it rains in eastern Zhejiang over Jiang Lai. -Su Shi's "Rainstorm in Youmeitang"
3. After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke. -Zhang Wei's "County South Pavilion Banquet"
The rain in thousands of feet shakes loosely at the bottom of the ravine, and the bamboo in the courtyard shakes a window in autumn. -Du Xunhe's "Xia Liu Yi Topic Zhang Linting"
5. The rain started suddenly and the clouds were low. -Dai Shulun's Sulingyan Temple
6. The wind is like pulling the mountain out of anger, and the rain is like breaking the river. -Lu You's works in The Tempest
7. Bamboo weathered the storm, and the Shu Tai Temple was cool. -Li Zhengfeng's Summer Rainstorm and Sunset in Zhao Yin Temple
8. Will there be a rainstorm on the dusty wind? -Liu Deren's "Fan Chuan Don't Do Other Things in Summer"
9. The storm thundered and thundered, and suddenly came from the wind. -Feng Xue's "Flood"
10. In Jiangcun, there are many thunderstorms in summer and sunny nights. -Wei Zhuang's "Rainstorm"
1.On June 27th, Su Shi, Drunken Book Wang Hulou.
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.
2. 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.
3. "County South Pavilion Banquet" Zhang Wei
Outside Tingchun City, Zhumen faces Qinglin. After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke.
Lu Yingshan drinks tourists and borrows water birds from the pond. White clouds are always in sight, chatting to comfort people.
4. "Du Xunhe" written by Xia Liu.
It is called midsummer, and sometimes the wind comes to enjoy the cool. Thousands of feet of rain shook loosely at the bottom of the canyon,
An autumn window is swaying in the yard. Asking for an ape sentence to send to the mountain deep temple, begging for a crane book to spread to the seaside continent.
When I am idle with my husband, I have been idle.
5. Dai Shulun from Sulingyan Temple
The horse is tired and the road is steep, so stay indoors and move. The rain is urgent, the mountains and streams are rising and the clouds are low.
The cool wind reaches the temple corner and the sun sets. Outside the eaves, birds in the forest are singing.
6. "Working in the rain" land trip
The wind is like pulling mountains out of anger, and the rain is like a raging river. The house is leaking and the windows are ringing.
The kite landed dead, and the chickens and dogs didn't crow. There is no place to avoid an old illness, and when you sit up, you are stupid.
Three years of crops are like clouds, and once they fail. Husband or make it, worry is ploughing.
The neighboring song was pale, and the women and children wept bitterly. And draw a book, and Hong Fan pushes five elements.
7. Li Zhengfeng, a summer rainstorm in Zhao Yin Temple.
Bamboo and cypress are weathered, and the temple is cold.
Writing in the stone canal flows, and the golden brake shines on the sun.
Cranes fly over rocks, the smoke is blue, and the grass in Luming Literature is fragrant.
Monks in the mountains lead Brahma to the Qing Dynasty, and banners cover the cloister.
8. Liu Deren's "Xia Fan Chuan is not a business"
Without words and talents, Chai Men is also rare.
Take off your towel, sing forever and walk on an abandoned platform.
Whether there will be heavy rain on the dust.
Finally, the South Cloud gradually merged and Cui Wei was clear at a glance.
9. "Dashui" Feng Xue
The storm thundered and thundered, and suddenly came from the wind.
The waves drove the three islands to the river, and the river burst its banks by two meters.
The potential is afraid of a round pivot, and the sound is suspicious of a thick axis.
When will Eye of Heaven come back?
10. rainstorm in Wei Zhuang
There are many thunderstorms in Jiangcun in summer and sunny in the evening.
I don't know how deep the waves are, but now South Lake and North Lake are even.
2. The poem describing the summer rainstorm is 1. Where is the canyon? Pine and fir trees can't bloom. It's thundering, and rain is coming. The land is better than the king's business, and the hunger in the year damages the official talent. Worrying about the country and the people, mourning Artemisia is difficult. (Guangyang Middle Road, Li Panlong)
2. Dark clouds cover the mountains, while white rain jumps over the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. (Su Shi's Drunken Book of Wang Hulou on June 27)
3. Where is the canyon? Pine and fir trees can't bloom. It's thundering, and rain is coming. The land is better than the king's business, and the hunger in the year damages the official talent. Worrying about the country and the people, mourning Artemisia is difficult. (Guangyang Middle Road, Li Panlong)
4. I am alone in the grass, and there are deep trees on the grass. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. (Wei Wuying in Xixi, Chuzhou) 3. Thunder came from the soles of tourists' feet, and the dense clouds could not be dispersed. 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. It's very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks knock on the cause and effect drum. I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace. (Rainstorm in Sumeitang)
3. Poetry describing the summer rainstorm. On June 27th, I read a drunken book in Wang Hu Building.
Song sushi
Dark clouds can't hide the mountains.
Bai Yu jumped into the boat.
The wind comes and blows away,
Overlooking the lake, the water is like the sky.
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At noon, it was dark, like the Jade Emperor knocking over an ink bottle. Suddenly, thunder rumbled, and then a flash of lightning tore through the sky. In a short time, raindrops as big as soybeans fell from the sky and fell to the ground with a clash.
Just now, the sky was overcast. In a blink of an eye, much thunder and little rain. Even when I was sitting at home, I felt the momentum of the earth shaking. It was cloudy just now. Suddenly, the thunder rumbled, the trees were blown to the east and west by the strong wind, and the wind and rain were shaky. The deafening thunder was in my ear.
The trees in the middle of the road were blown to the east and west, and the downpour soon turned the road in front of the door into Zeguo.
Tens of millions of filaments float in mid-air. The long veil covered the black fields. Silky rain fell from the sky, and the raindrops were so small and dense that they covered the mountains with cicada-like white gauze. Raindrops are thin and cotton, like catkins floating in spring. Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering. In an instant, the raindrops joined together.
It's raining in Mao Mao, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a little dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. Beautiful flowers in the rain are more delicate and charming, just like wearing a crystal dress. Under the flashing of neon lights, raindrops are as bright as bright pearls and look more beautiful than gems and diamond rings. These "little pearls" seem to be dancing ballet beside them, up and down.
A storm is coming! With the strong wind blowing, the rain curtain floated from behind the mountain, instantly turning the world into a vast expanse of whiteness. The rain is getting smaller, people are standing in the rain laughing, and children are squatting by the mirror-like puddle, smiling, pointing and teasing with their own shadows.
It happened that the weather was not very good. At about three o'clock, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and the rain slowly fell on my face like smoke. It rained heavily and fell obliquely on the windowsill with the wind. Watermarks immediately appeared on the dry blue bricks. I don't know when it began to rain. Rain is like spun silk, light and thin. I can't hear the sound of falling and feel the sound of rain.
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People are wearing colorful umbrellas. Looking from upstairs, they see umbrellas moving in the rain, colorful, just like a beautiful watercolor painting. The water flowing down from the rain is like a river, pouring down a steep slope, and my balcony becomes Wang Yang. The rain is falling, horizontal, vertical, oblique and dense, like a broken bead and a huge satin, floating between heaven and earth.
4. What are the poems about summer rainstorm? 1. The year of "Zhao Jun complains about the lotus rain": Song Author: Yang Wanli's dream under the boat.
It smells of smoke and water from two lakes. The sound of heavy rain hitting the tent.
The first shock of a dream. It's a pool of lotus jumping in the rain.
When the real pearls are scattered, they gather together. Gather into a nest of mercury.
Clear the clean waves. 2, "Rain Stop" era: Tang Author: Du Fu singing rain stop is too subtle, reflecting the sky like a silk fly.
The grass in front of the stone steps is not messy, and the willow branches in the yard suddenly become scarce. Dances will take off immediately with milk, and don't sow clouds with their own immortality.
There is a kind of urgency in front of the river, rather than waiting until the river is calm to meet the storm. 3, "Summer Miscellaneous Poems" Year: Qing Author: The small water window next to the painting column is open, and Xiao Shuyu recalls the pillow.
One night, the rain became a dream, and Qiu Lai was given a lotus leaf. 4, "Night Rain in Chang 'an" era: Tang Author: Sleepless all night, clear sky in Wan Li, all the worries were born in the grass rain.
It is difficult to understand Guan Guiyu's heart, and the stormy dream is also surprising. Crows can't fly away when the trees are crushed, and it's cold, wet and silent outside the window.
At that time, my ambition was exhausted, and my white hair added four or five stems. 5, "Youmeitang Rainstorm" Year: Song Author: Su Shi tourists thundered at the soles of their feet, full of stubborn clouds that could not 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.
I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace.
5. I wrote the sentence describing the summer rainstorm and the sentence describing the summer sun-the rain interest and the first rain of this summer met unexpectedly on this sultry morning.
He walked with rumbling steps, just like this. I have always hated rain.
I want to cry every rainy day. I can't look at the sky and cry, so when he is sad, I am sad with him.
As soon as I got off the bus, it suddenly began to rain heavily, as if to declare his sovereignty over the world in front of me. There is still a downhill road from school, so it is not feasible to wait. It is a good thing to walk into the classroom on time.
So I put up my umbrella and walked into the rain curtain. Sky really has the courage to cry seriously.
Cry in a hoarse voice. I rolled up my trouser legs and felt the rain pouring into my shoes without thinking.
I had no choice but to take off my shoes and walk barefoot. The rain merged into a stream and flowed down from the top of the slope.
I walked barefoot on the main road and watched them wash away my instep. Cool and refreshing.
I suddenly found that I don't hate rain so much. Walking all the way, stepping on the water, I even have the mood to set off waves with my feet, or hook a fallen leaf falling with the water, and then let it drift like a boat.
In the rainy season, the sky is dark. Thick clouds, pressed down layer by layer; It is drizzling, swish, swish.
Connect the originally separated heaven and earth. People are like a boat between wind and rain, swaying with the wind and rolling with the rain.
But I'm not depressed at all. It's water, it's slope, it's these barefoot songs that make me find long-lost happiness.
More than ten years, really more than ten years, never wading barefoot again. The sand pile in childhood, the lotus pond with small fish, the blue tile eaves of the old house, the strings of crystal drops in rainy days, and the things that have been dusty for a long time, those beautiful and warm things.
They are still there, and now they are back. No school, no life, no love existed in that innocent age.
Just talk about the purest and most beautiful essence of every day. Childhood memories, like this rain, are crystal clear, but they are unconsciously wrapped by time and flow away together.
All rivers flow eastward into the sea, and then they turn into clouds, rain and fall back into my heart. So, I said I like rain, water and rumbling thunder.
If summer is a quatrain, then the rain falls on the drums, which is the rhyme for singing this quatrain. Andante, like a song, expresses my love for this summer poem.
I said that the rain will eventually give way to sunshine. But the rain said with a smile: there are always people who go home, and there are always offshore boats.
Taiwan Province writer Jane Zhenxia's quatrains "Spring is like a masterpiece, but summer is like a quatrains". I haven't paid attention to cicadas for a long time.
My ears are busy listening to the sound of cars, the knock on the door of variety shows, the impatient voice of the conductor, and the whispers of friends attached to my ears ... I should find a clear and clean river to wash my ears, because I can't hear cicadas. So, I don't know when summer crossed the threshold, until the day when I was in the history of literature class, suddenly all the cicadas cried at the same time, which startled me.
My gesture of raising a pen is stranded in mid-air, so I can't comment on the invisible and intangible voice in front of me! What a surprise! It attracted my whole thought, just like iron sand rushing to a magnet. But when I held my breath and listened attentively, suddenly, I stopped talking. This cicada scared me again! Cicada, like a rope, tightly tied my heart, suddenly released without warning, so my heart spread out defenseless, like a wave struggling to jump into the sky and accidentally fell to the beach! I don't know when I crossed the threshold in summer! This is a window with leaves. Small round leaves are like flowers and birds on the door curtain, and of course they are more lively.
As soon as the wind blows, they sway. I seem to hear laughter, much like a group of little urchins swinging in the game! The wind is the behind-the-scenes worker, responsible for pushing them into the sky, and the cicada is the cheerleader, trying to make a sound on the branches. There is no referee.
I can't help thinking of my childhood, my little childhood. Because these sweet notes are too like a tape, let me pick up the sounds of my childhood one by one.
The first thing I picked up was cicada. At that time, the most exciting thing was not listening to cicadas but catching them.
Children always like to appreciate everything that makes them curious in their hands, and I am no exception. When I was in primary school, classes were divided into afternoon classes, which was an advantage only for children in grades one and two. So I was still young.
There are four roads to school, one of which is along the river. There are tall trees and shade on the shore, which can often cover half the sky. Although there are also rural farmhouses nearby, they are inaccessible. For us, it is really far and deep, which makes people feel scared.
However, there are always several trips a week, especially in summer. In the afternoon shift, we always go that way together when we call our friends, with no other purpose, just to catch cicadas.
Can you imagine a group of primary school students, wearing khaki shorts and yellow hats, or waving pleats, obediently sticking the elastic band of the "bowl hat" on their faces and putting their schoolbags on the roadside, not afraid of falling into the river, tripping over their clothes and bleeding, just jumping into the arms of trees one by one? Just because there are cicadas in the book. Cicada is an attacking wave, which accidentally falls into the lake of children's hearts, so the lake throws thousands of ripples like thousands of ropes to stop the waves.
"Caught! Caught it! " Someone shouted in the tree. Someone below quickly opened the matchbox and put the cicada in.
I dare not look again, for fear that it will fly away. That kind of tension is like a fable. The fisherman tricked the troll into the ancient altar, quickly sealed the spell and never dared to touch it again.
However, the thin wings have left a season of flicker in the children's two suns. In the classroom, everyone shows off the small animals in the pencil box-cicadas, longicorn beetles and scarabs.
Some exchanged cicadas for cows, and some exchanged scarabs for cicadas. Everyone exchanged gifts with each other, and some begged a few leaves to feed the baby in his pencil box or matchbox.
At that time, opening a pencil box was as careful as opening a safe. When my heart itches, I only dare to look at a small crack with one eye. In class, the teacher speaks loudly in front.
6. Poems about rainstorm
1, much cry and little rain. -Yang Guang Shan Road by Li Ming Panlong
There is thunder under tourists' feet, so the dense clouds can't open. 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. It's very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks knock on the cause and effect drum. I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace. -Su Shi's "Rainstorm in Youmeitang"
3. Dark clouds cover the mountains, while white rain jumps over the boat. -Su Song Shi's "Five Exquisites of Drunken Books on June 27th"
4. After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke. -Zhang Tang said "County South Pavilion Banquet"
When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. -Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
6. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and grass ponds are everywhere. -Song Zhao Shi Xiu "About"
7. The rain in thousands of feet shakes loosely at the bottom of the ravine, and the bamboo in the courtyard shakes a window in autumn. -Don Du Xunhe's Summer Topic Zhang Ren Shan Lin Ting
8. Where is the canyon? Pine and fir trees can't bloom. It's thundering, and rain is coming. The land is better than the king's business, and the hunger in the year damages the official talent. Worrying about the country and the people, mourning Artemisia is difficult. -Li Panlong's "Yangguangshan Road"
9, residual rainbow rain, lack of new shore current. -Zhang Chen Jian Zheng in Southern Dynasties "Boating on the Back Lake"
10, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend my country. 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 November 4th Storm.
1 1, the dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. -On June 27th, Su Shi's "Drunk Book at Wanghu Building".
12, the rain suddenly started, and the trees in Yunmiling were low. -Tang Dai Shulun's Sulingyan Temple
13, solitary grass is born by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
14. See the flower buds before it rains, and the leaves will not be spent after it rains. Bees and butterflies have climbed over the wall, but spring scenery is next door. -Wang Jia, "After the rain clears"
15, rainy and cloudy, cock crowing. -"Poetry Zheng Feng Storm"