Poems about Yurun: 1. A new poem describing the spring rain.
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red bloom, the waterside village in the foothills.
Warm rain, sunny wind, breaking ice at the beginning, and eyebrows all over my eyes, make me feel excited in spring.
Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.
Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while.
All the pears are gone, and spring is back. The sun went down, and the ground was green and smoky.
Luoyang March flowers, such as brocade, how long does it take to weave?
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
The wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches.
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2. Poems about rain
Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream.
The light thunder fell all night, and the frivolous tiles were uneven.
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.
See you in the drizzle pond.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
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.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
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.
After the rain, two birds come to occupy bamboo, and in autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.
The paste of the earth is constantly urged by the rain, and all flowers bloom.
It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky.
The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window.
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.
The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.
Haitang blushed without hesitation and drizzled independently.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.
Jingzhou has changed for many years, suddenly listening to the spring rain and remembering Jiangnan.
3. Poems about Yu Xia
Guanfeng water rises from Wei, summer rain gathers, and the peak rises at dusk.
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There is no source of peace when you come to the north to inject Jingwei. Yunling is in the dark, waiting and watching.
The ship is empty and the storm is raging. Zhang, an old friend of Suiyang, said that when there were few tourists traveling on Liangshang, it was still like home.
The city has experienced war, and the characters hate survival. Mulberry is green in summer rain and yellow in autumn wind.
If you have a book that has nowhere to send, give it to the other person. Walking along the Yangtze River in the evening, watching Sha Wei and Liu Yuxi in Nantang, it is rainy in Huaihai in summer, and it will clear up at dawn.
The depression is long and lonely. Modesty has been noisy for a long time, but it will be clear when it is opened.
Visit Guangling County and leave Linjiang City in the evening. The suburbs are green and sunny, and the sand in the river is bright.
Return to sail and die. Go and listen. The country is extremely borderless and the heart is hanging.
Wandering in Beijing, longing for the distance. Two birds are flying on the mountain at dusk.
After the summer rain, Qinghe's topic is that if the monk's house is cool and the bamboo trees are like new, the dust will be washed away after the first rain. The breeze suddenly blew the lotus leaf, and mercury spilled from the sapphire plate.
Where can Xue get rich? Wind and thunder are on credit. There is a rush to remove the sound everywhere, and the residual potential leans towards the building.
Red leaves are covered with trees, and flowers fall with dust. Xiaoxiang infinite thinking, glanced at Jane.
King Yu Xia drives a car not only to fight drought and relieve summer heat, but also to save people. The world is steaming wet, and the garden is like spring.
Wash the wind and clear the pillow, and lose dust at night. Looking forward to a good year, Fu Tian smiled at people.
In summer, Ji Pei, a shop assistant, took a short rest in the forest and summer rain in front of Beige, and took a summer vacation in Jiao Ran, which gave birth to a cool breeze for me. One room is hot in midsummer and the mountains are clear.
Forget the wild water, it matches Xu. Xiao San is a Cao Li, and he will be as quiet as a bell.
Summer rain has covered the sky with rain and turned a blind eye to one side. At that time, it was cold and poisonous, and it was cold everywhere.
Although the voice written is violent, it will grow. At first glance, it is red, urgent and slightly white.
Prayer is particularly rare, and it is very worthwhile after ten days. Listen to the loud sound of bamboo trees and immediately see the rising pond.
All sounds are silent, and all peaks are hidden. When the cave valley came down, sweat poured into Xiaoxiang.
Happy summer rain, clouds in the suburbs, the sound of thousands of miles of rain. Wash away all the red flowers and freshen the air.
The noise floats in the Chu temple, and the little three exposes Jingtai. If you want to own this car, you will be thirsty.
The land tour in the heavy rain is very prosperous this year. If there is a prayer, God will answer it. Although it will rain from time to time, I will look forward to it. Thousands of miles away, transplanting rice in April.
It rained for three days in summer, and I was so sad that I wanted to forget it. Storing water is like blocking a river, breaking water is like opening a gate, and several frogs and ducks are thrown into chaos, except geese and ducks swimming.
Fish is caught on the edge of the house, and seagulls can eat it outdoors. Flying fireflies are the proudest. They open and close at night.
The rustling sound is like a boat in a clip. Give and be patient, sitting on the sofa full of books.
That's enough for Ralph. When I met Zhang, the breeze was blowing.
Summer rain, land travel, breeze by the lake, and torrential rain to the end of the day. Mosquitoes and flies suddenly stop listening, and pine and bamboo live.
Strange sounds gather in the empty court, refreshing people and giving birth to fine ge. Although Su Qiu is still far away, she loves to talk and is thirsty.
Summer rain and land travel can't even pass the heat, and there is a northeast wind underground; The rugged clouds dominate the world and the rivers and lakes are empty. Dust and sand wash the grass and wake up, and the ditch is clear.
It is even more annoying to create spectacular scenery and cross the sea to the rainbow. From the beginning of summer rain, the topic of Zhai Qiang, Lu You, Huahua and Hualian are shining, so you can take a light bath.
Swallows are not all feet on the ground, but magpies like eaves. The windows of the chess house disappeared forever, and the courtyard was sunny.
Suddenly stunned for five days, Qu Ping was hung up by the entangled pipe. Yu Xia lamented that Lu You's snail circled the threshold, and the yellow mud wall was a tortoise omen.
It's raining hard. I want to go upstairs. I lay down and listened to the ducks flapping. The rice slave didn't come back. As soon as he sat down, he knew that Bomi had nothing to eat.
Who is to blame for cutting corners in shame? Wealth crisis is terrible, there is no first policy in the world. Although there is something in your chest, a paragraph can last forever.
In the dog days of summer and rain, the number of seats is embarrassing. The clouds suddenly went west, and trees grew in the courtyard.
In a short time, thousands of silver bamboos appeared spectacularly. The weather is always old, and a smile will always break the sun.
Dragon, don't be afraid of trouble, but I also tend to do something. The change of bamboo planting is not completely clear.
The summer rain in Kaiyuan Temple, Longcheng, Luben, is like late autumn, and the crow returns to the door to hide the monk. Before the clouds are deep, see the beauty of a thousand rocks, and the water starts at the beginning of the stream.
The bell calls dreams back to the sky to look down, and people pass books to the ups and downs. I don't envy Ban Chao for sealing Liehou.
Summer rain comes up from the east wind blowing rain stream, and clouds come out from the north mountain to meet. It rained for three days in Yanzhou, and it rained day after day.
The bottom of the seedling has always been dry, and the white water is endless. Dolphins' shoulders are covered with beans and witches, and their keel is hung on the wall.
This year, the harvest of silkworm and wheat was several times that of now, and the cocoon was as big as a jar of wheat. The west is in the eye, so it is said that it is there, and it is singing in the hometown.
In the summer rain, the land trip suddenly smelled the smell of raindrops, and oil clouds filled the suburbs. At the beginning of the trip, ants, monarchs and ministers were fighting for their nests.
New rice is moved everywhere in the building, and every family makes up for it. Laughing at this Weng Meiwei sleeping, filial piety must be ridiculed first.
The lower leaves are full of hope and the drought is high. There are fierce ghosts floating in your house, and ghosts are extremely popular.
The moss on the stage is wet and the flowers in the garden are damaged. When you are idle and think about helping, you mourn your intestines.