When I wake up in the morning, the air is filled with the smell left by the rain when it overflows the soil. Simple and quiet, it is the unique wind breath of Qingcheng water town.
Outside the glass window, infinite green pines and pines come into view, and lovely birds sing happily in their ears.
In the distance, you can see the smoke rising slowly from the humble chimney, being blown away bit by bit by the wind, interwoven in the infinite blue sky like silks and satins, as vast as a wisp of memory, and condensed in the blue sky after the rain.
That is the life of farmers, and there is no unnecessary attachment to life. Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. For several acres, it was dull, like water and smoke.
Ha, please forgive me for the poor writing. In fact, I think it is better to write in a given situation. Everything you see is different because of different moods. There are so many things on the internet, but not many can really be written in our hearts. Only what you see with your heart is yours. Be good.
2. Poems on Rain Appreciation 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: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
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: "Yu Gezi")
6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th)
7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
8. Wu, a cold rainy night person, is seeing Chu Mountain off. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)
9. Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, 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: "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing")
3. Poems about gentle breeze and drizzle 1, to calm the storm
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
On March 7th, it was raining on Shahu Road, and all the servants with rain gear left. The same people felt embarrassed, but I didn't think so. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word.
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. 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.
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On March 7th, Hu Sha was caught in the rain, and the servant with rain gear left early. People in the same company feel embarrassed, but I don't think so. After a while, it cleared up, so I made this word. Ignore the sound of rain beating on forests and leaves. You might as well take a leisurely walk while singing and whistling. Dragging sandals with bamboo poles is lighter than riding a horse. This is a trivial matter. What's to be afraid of?
No matter the wind and rain, I will live in hemp fiber all my life. The spring breeze is slightly cool, which makes me awake and makes me feel a little cold. I smiled when I saw the sunset on the mountain. Look back at the place where the wind and rain came and went back, whether it was rain or sunny.
2. In early spring, I became a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs (Part I).
Author Han Yu, Tang Dynasty,
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.
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The streets in Beijing are drenched with rain, as delicate and moist as milk. Grass comes from the ground, and the colors of grass are faintly connected in the distance, but it looks sparse and sporadic when you look closely. The most beautiful scenery in a year is this early spring scenery, far better than the late spring in Lvyang City.
3. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,
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.
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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, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright.
When you come in the morning, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.
4. Qingming
Author Du Mu, Tang Dynasty,
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
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During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
5. quatrains
The author supported the Southern Dynasties and the Song Dynasty.
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.
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I tied the boat in the shade of a tall old tree; Crossing the bridge with crutches, enjoying the beautiful spring scenery. The drizzle won't wet my clothes; 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.
4. The sentence about light smoke rained all night. When I wake up in the morning, the air is filled with the smell left by the rain when it overflows the soil. Simple and desolate, it is the unique wind breath of Qingcheng water town. Outside the glass window, infinite pines and green flowers meet my eyes, and lovely birds sing happily in my ear. In the distance, I can see the green smoke curling up from the humble chimney and being blown away by the wind bit by bit. Intertwined in the infinite blue sky like silks and satins, it is as vast as a wisp of memory and condensed in the blue sky after rain. That is the life of farmers, and there is no unnecessary attachment to life. For a long time, it was as boring as water and smoke. Ha, please forgive me if it is not well written. Actually, I think writing should be given.
5. What are the poems about "Acacia Rain"?
1. Long Xiangsiyu Meng Meng
Year: Song Author: Wang Zhidao
It is raining. Day after day, the dragon returns to Yi Long.
Wash the mountain three or four times. With fine eyes and thick hair.
Wild bridge west, Luguandong.
The night in the inn is cold and the wind is loose. Who dreams with souls?
2. "Sauvignon Blanc, rainy return air"
Year: Song Author: Yang Wuxia
The rain returned to the sky, the sky was covered by light clouds, and the guests were taken upstairs. The golden peach has leaves, the jade plum contains Zhu, and a statue of drunken Qingzhou. Fushan Bridge remembers that Sandalwood Valley is desolate and bamboo shoots are tender. The moon flows west outside the window. Like Xunyang, the merchant girl is adjacent to the boat. I am proud of my feelings and tired of my makeup. I wonder if I can leave my sadness. Why not take a ride, or even take a boat, only to Luzhou. The moon is ashamed. Think again and be happier. Ask when, the ceremony night, this temple was shocked.
3. "Acacia, Jiangtou Shuyu light smoke"
Year: Song Author: Lu You
The river is raining and smoking. The cold food is gone. Turning red and falling, the sunset glow is dark and brocade, which is sad. I'm disappointed in what Dong Jun can hate, but I don't think about it or care about it. So much the better. There is nothing, and the catkins are rich.
4. I miss the rain like silk
Year: Song Author: Anonymous
Rain is like silk. Liu Rusi. Weave a strange spring. The shuttle flies back and forth. Wine is like a pool. Drunk as mud. Don't teach people to wake up sometimes. I don't even know whether it is sunny or rainy.
5. "Pronunciation"
Year: Song Author: Fang
The leaves in the courtyard are cold, so it is difficult to build and weave at night. Fine carving snuff, adding fragrance to animals, desolate bridal chamber bead Hu. Seeing the phoenix pillow ashamed and lonely, acacia sprinkled red rain.
Who speaks? Over the years, I have languished for Lang and separated from each other. Looking back later, it is still more difficult. Lonely and worried about mountains, the lock is infinite. Tender snow and muscles, try Luo Yi, broad waist element. When the dream asks, and the wind flies away.
6. There are 20 poems describing the rain scene: green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and the wind is cold.
-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's "Poetry of Jiangnan Spring" is full of white Manchuria in the mountains, and it is raining in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
In April in the countryside (full of mountains and plains, white mountains and rivers), the dark clouds in Weng Juan cover the mountains, 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, Wang Huta was drunk with books, and Su Shi had a spring dream. It rained all the time, and he was not satisfied with the flag all day. There are two red mansions facing the cold, and lanterns hidden in the rain and a pearl screen sway. My lonely heart wants to go home at dusk, and the rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door. Seven or eight stars are out of the sky, and it rains in front of the mountain at two or three o'clock-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" rains in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls. -Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
-Su Shi's "After drinking rain, the lake is clear, after the rain, the mountains are empty, and the autumn colors are set at dusk" (Wang Wei: "Autumn Life") Jiang Yu is decadent, the mountains and rivers are empty and rainy, and Shan Yu comes, and the rain lies in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, and the rain falls on the boat. It rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, but now I still remember that night, that storm, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Swift flies in two directions. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock. Night rain comes into Wu, and you see Fujian alone. Clouds are darkened by rain, streams are pale by fog, and the sun is shining in the east, but it is raining in the west. There is no rain or shine in my life. In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away.
Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy. Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains.
Yu Meiren? Listening to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang. In the prime of life, listening to the rain, locusts plowed the country, the boat of Kun Ke exploded, and the geese in the river were called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.
Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge. Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low.
After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant. There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night.
Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. 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 that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk. This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight.
If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold.
Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring. The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle. In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall down her sad white face, pear blossoms bring spring rain and hate clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry.
-Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad.
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
If you ask how much free time you have. Yichuan tobacco is full of wind.
It rains when plums are yellow. . .