2, green calyx ice flowers, scattered a few clear shadows. Jade muscle is thin. The night is long and cold. -"Little Red Lip" Author: Cai Shen
The ice wheel is full when the plums fall. What's it like to watch Mid-Autumn Festival? Joan is as bright as Ming. Only ten thousand lights were added. -"Young Beauty" Author: Fan Chengda
4. The ice and snow are released, and the scenery is as good as new. The fields of the whole stadium are wet and the leaves are rooted in the walls. -"Early Spring" Author: Bai Juyi
5, Yahe cream is clean, not as light as snow. Cherish a bucket of water, cherish this feeling. -"Recommended Ice" Author: Bao Rong
6. I photographed the snow skin of the immortal and accompanied me to the West Lake for a year. There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. -"Yimei" Author: Duan Keji
7. The bright moon leaves the sea and the pool is full of ice. Jinbo double blaster, the ratio is uneven. -"Ice Pool with Moonlight" Author: Li Shangyin
8. Sudden rain makes ice load and sales annoying. Take advantage of the cool tryst in the evening, near the thick green shade. -"Good Things Near" Author: Cheng Gai
9. The jade ice hole at the bottom of the well is clear, and the amber pulley is green. Immortals ride a phoenix and wear rosy clouds, holding a silver bottle to illuminate the pavilion. -"Ancient Meaning" by Chang Jian
10, cold ice basket. Yue Ming Tower painted columns at high altitude. The yard is full of people who have not slept. Cover and close. Black magpies fly south, and the wind is cold. -"Recalling Wang Sun" Author: Cai Shen
1 1, bingqing paste is clean. Plum blossoms were distributed last night. Even in Yulong, agriculture, countryside and farmers, the voice is shaking and the branches are on the moon. -"Frosted trumpet" by Lin Bu
12, the cold current is contracted by ice, freezing fog is condensed by Sichuan, and the winter night is in front of Luzhu. Yan Ge red furnace, hump green pot, once recalled that flowers are soft and wine is soft. -"Bianzhou No.1" by Liu Tianyou
13, the Baicao River is frozen, and there is grazing frequency in Rong Fan. Keep the building on fire, explore the horse. -"Plug" Author: Du Xunhe
14, curling on Qionglu. The sky outside the building is like a mirror. Crystal double pillow lined with clouds. Look at the bright moon in Qian Shan and listen to the gurgling water. -"Young Beauty" Author: Cai Shen
15, the wings of ice cicadas in the wind-dissolving pool are thin. The branches of the court withered and the green calyx was put in a cage. My back is cold and I accidentally warm it up. The rolling bead curtain is painted by the pavilion. -"Jade House Spring" by Du Anshi
16, if you cut the icicles between the eaves, it will be mixed. Low or high, small and big and clean, and there is no difference between the situation. At first, I suspected that Yulong was born in the lower world. He made his minions all in the same direction. This is also Han's suspicion that the West has not cut snakes. -"Icicle" by Liu Cha
17, after the birth of the sun, the yin qi was exhausted and the ice on the upper layer of the lake broke. When the mica fan shakes, the temple color, the coral tree is full of branches. -"After the winter solstice, boating in the West Lake to see the ice-breaking couple grow up" Author: Mars
18, jade bone Ice Muscle is a godsend. Like a fairy, be a hazy couple. Pay by hand by the pillow. Book windows always look after each other every day. -"Dead Hua Lian" Author: Li Chi Ngai
19, taking water ice as a mirror and sweeping snow jade as dust. Why ask now and now? You are the emperor. -"Shan Jutu" Author: Chen taciturn
20, jade is strong, and the pot body is more round. Accept the cold spring with an open mind. -"Jade pot ice" Author: Li Cheng
2. A beautiful poem about "rain" "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. "Spring is the season when everything germinates and grows, and it is also the season when rain is badly needed.
But spring rain is as expensive as oil and it rains in spring. Isn't it "good rain" ! A word "good" fully shows the author's happy mood when he sees the spring floating down. Three or four sentences spring rain comes with the breeze at night, quietly moistening everything, writing the role of spring rain, with delicate pen and ink.
In the last two sentences, I saw the flowers in Chengdu, and the early morning Jincheng was ruddy under the nourishment of the spring rain. Flowers are heavy because they are full of rain, and the feelings I write are also very profound. There is no word "hi" in the whole poem, but the joy is beyond words.
Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain": "The rain in Tianjie is crisp and the grass is far and near. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the willow. "
The poet praises Xiaoyu with full passion, sees the big from the small, and combines reason and emotion in the landscape. Comparing "Xiaoyu" to the first mature crisp wine, it tastes sweet, smooth and moist, even the grass is stained with rain and dew. The grass in the drizzle is slightly green, but it is green in the distance.
In the end, it boils down to "the benefits of a spring", which can't even compare with the scenery of the Forbidden City. The scenery in early spring is described delicately and vividly.
Once upon a time, on the road, it rained heavily for three days on the night of July 25, and Qiu Miao took Sue and said happily, "The sun turned into rain overnight, and I dreamed of cooling my clothes. Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream.
Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the leaves of Wu Gengtong are the best sounds. There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field. "
After a long drought, I was ecstatic, even my clothes and bed were wet, expressing the poet's love for rain and concern for people's livelihood. Su Shi's "Rainstorm in Youmeitang": "When the tourists thundered, the clouds could not turn.
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. The whole poem vividly describes the scene before and after the storm: thunder roared, dark clouds were gathering, black wind fell from the sky, and the sea stood up for it, showing its fierceness; The storm fluttered with the wind and crossed the river from eastern Zhejiang, showing its swiftness.
The lake and the sea are rising, the thunder is sonorous, and the poet's talent is also urged by the storm. Qin Guan's "Spring Day": "The light thunder fell all over the night, and the tiles were uneven.
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches. "Write a light thunder, the spring rain is falling.
After the rain, in Chuqing, the sun seemed to float between the blue tiles that had just been washed by the rain. After the spring rain, peony is tearful and affectionate; Rose is lying on her back, which is very charming.
Although he mainly wrote about the scenery after the rain, he revealed his praise for the moisturizing power of the spring rain. In addition to poems about rain, there are also many sentences describing rain and scenery in rain in other poems of the ancients: "Clouds are like smoke, and dense rain is like silk."
(gold? Zhang Xie's Ten Miscellaneous Poems describes the rain as dense as scattered silk thread. "The residual rainbow collects rain, and there is no new flow on the shore."
("Southern Dynasties Chen? Zhang wrote in "Boating on the Back Lake" that at the beginning of the summer shower, the rainbow broke on the horizon, and the rising lake water flowed out of the gap to form a new flow. "Wet peach blossom rain, blowing face is not cold. "
(Tang? The drizzle in the apricot blossom season will deeply wet the clothes; The breeze blowing willow branches makes people feel warm and sweet, and the poet makes people feel Zen. "See you in Xiaoyutang, and you will understand better" (Tang? Du Mei's "Qiu Si") is slightly rainy, and the pond in the rain is full of artistic conception; The good wind blows and the sleeves are warm.
"The rain is steep and the clouds are low." (Tang? Dai Shulun's "Sulingyan Temple" describes the mountain scenery seen by the poet on the mountain road of Lingyan Temple (located at the northern foot of Fangshan Yangshan Mountain in Changqing County, Jinan suburb) in the rain.
"Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence." (Tang? Liu Changqing's "Don't Say a Poetry Garden") drizzle wet clothes, does not show its shape; Idle flowers fall to the ground, but their voices are not seen, which can be described in detail.
"Fish comes out in the drizzle, and Yan is inclined in the breeze." (Tang? Du Fu's "Two Water Sills") Only when it rains in Mao Mao, the fish will float, and it will not come out when it rains heavily; Only the "breeze" makes the swallow oblique. If the wind is also down, it won't fly.
Observing the scenery in the breeze and drizzle is full of interest. "The rain in thousands of feet shakes the bottom of the river, and the bamboo in the court shakes a window in autumn."
(Tang? Du Xunhe's "Leaving a Topic for Zhang Tingxia" makes the scenery interesting by comparing the falling rain with the fluttering sound. "After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke."
(Tang? Zhang said that willow branches bring rain, branches and leaves gain weight, and the pine color is deep in the misty rain. "Spring tides bring rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild."
(Tang? Wei Wu Ying's "Xixi on Chuzhou") Spring tides surge, the rain suddenly rises, pedestrians disappear, and boating is horizontal, which shows the beauty of boating. "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and the grass pond is full of flowers."
(Song? Zhao Shixiu's "You Yue" depicts the idyllic scenery of Huangmei in the south of the Yangtze River with rainy days and frogs everywhere. "Outside the forest in the spring rain, the apricot blossoms are numerous on the first day of the house."
(Song? Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Jia") Pigeons sound sweet in the distance, and apricot flowers reflect the sun nearby. The movements are just right, and the sounds match each other, showing the beautiful spring scenery of farmers in the south of the Yangtze River. "The earth is frequently urged by rain, and thousands of flowers are in bloom."
(Song? Spring Breeze and Spring Rain, one of the idyllic scenes of the four seasons in Fan Chengda, moistens the earth, plants sprout and flowers bloom, weaving into a vibrant spring scene. "Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats" (Song? Su Shi's "Five Exquisites of Drunk Books in Wanghulou on June 27th" wrote: Dark clouds are rolling ink, and summer shower clouds have not yet covered the mountain, but raindrops like pearls are also hitting the cabin.
"The wind is like a mountain, and the rain is like a river." (Song? Lu you wrote the trend of the wind and rain.
"It's thundering, and rain is coming." (Ming? Li Panlong's "Yangguangshan Road") Thunder roared like a thousand peaks; The rain is pouring down and the smoke clouds are rolling, like thousands of peaks coming head-on, writing the momentum of thunderstorms.
"A wild goose falls into the sky, and the mountain floats with rain." (Qing? Look up the sentence written on Shen Xing's "Deng Bao's Fifth Floor": When the rainstorm comes, geese fly to shelter from the rain; The next sentence said that the rainstorm came quickly and the mountains seemed to float in the rain.
In addition, there are many poems that are lyrical because of rain. Such as: "the wind and rain are like dark, and the chickens are like crowing."
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3. A beautiful sentence about ice: There is little frost at the end of the year, and plants are known in spring. (beginning of spring occasionally becomes Zhang Shi)
First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese. (Hu Yan 18 hits Cai Yan)
Snow and ice cut the skin, and the wind drifted endlessly. (RoyceWong's Seven Wounded Poems)
At the age of 20, the ice disappeared, and the geese did not return in spring. (Huaiyuan leads Xie Zhuang)
Running water breaks a man's intestines, while Chen Bing hurts a horse's bones. (Lu Sidao is from the military)
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. (Cen Can's song "Snow White Farewells Tian Shuji Wu to Go Home")
Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and the golden urn glows sadly. (Sitting at night singing Li Bai)
Want to buy sea, a cup of spring dew is as cold as ice. (Chen Shangyin)
4. 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.
5. A beautiful poem describing the rain scene 1. Walking in the bleak autumn rain, loneliness is the coolness of your fingertips and the pain of your heart.
In this cold night, loneliness comes uninvited, goes through the skin and reaches the depths of the soul! Looking up at the endless sky, I don't know whether rain or tears blurred my eyes. 2. A gloomy cloud floats in the eyes, hiding the dream that once existed. A drizzle may come into view, in exchange for the painful gray day that once existed. It is also a hero to hide in the corner with a frown and a sad face and hold back tears and listen to the rain crying. Rain man just doesn't want to put his heart on the tip of the knife, thinking that he can get rid of the sadness of young people who died in battle. When it rains, there is neither the sun nor the moon, but people don't think much. Maybe the rainy season is not cold, so let the sun cool for a while.
Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes people can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When I cut candles at the west window, I talked in the dim rain". The autumn rain is like smoke, floating silently in the rubble, and the litters on the open space wet the ground, the house and the trees. The annual rainy season is coming again, and tears drop day and night, sometimes heartbreaking.
6. Casual thoughts of rain in Wang Guozhen Sometimes, it is sunny outside; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison.
The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain. 7. I didn't know that when I died, staring at the sky was so bleak, and the groans of snowbirds swept away obliquely. I saw your face floating in the light blue sky, and the heavy rain wet your hair, so I smiled, because I saw you, happy as a child who didn't grow up. Listening to the rain is the most common. It is the tears in the sky and the release of the mood in the sky.
Some people say, "It is a happy feeling to listen to the rain and enjoy your unique mood." Every time I listen to the rain, my mood is unusually calm, and there is a trace of sadness in that calm. Listening to the voice given by God, I am passionate, chic, crisp and wild.
Falling alone, no dragonfly dance, no wind guidance. Clean the dirty world, clean the dusty mind. Cold air, wet red eyes full of melancholy, listening silently. There is your trace under the umbrella of this heavy rain outside the window. I barely survived the rain, but I didn't have more courage. I survived this rainy season. How lonely it is under the thin umbrella. Listening to the sound of rain is like a sad song. The torrential rain is so lonely. I cried in the rain, but refused to stop. Lonely people know the mood of rain. Rain sings familiar melodies repeatedly, listening to the sound of rain with sadness as if someone were crying. The downpour wet our love rain. I forgot to calm down. Only through hardships can I go this long way. How many muddy coats are still hanging in the lonely room, and sad water drops are hanging on the heavy heart of tomorrow. It seems that your love and mine can't wait for sunny days. Listening to the rain sounds like a sad mood. My tears float into the cold rain. When can the rain stop hurting and heal? When can I stop thinking about your feelings of accumulating rain? After all, I miss your feelings when it rains. I was soaked in the rain. I was on the roof of a thunderstorm. You called me at one o'clock in the afternoon, and I knew that this day would finally appear, like a lightning bolt standing in the ice shop on the edge of Lanting, to meet the deadline of love. You whispered to me, that's it. But the dark clouds in the sky will not disperse until it rains. I remember that the raindrops on my face suddenly stopped and the sky was dark. I can't see the rain before we break up. Like a frozen photo, I am standing alone on the road without direction. On the rainy day before breaking up, I forgot what the raindrop world on my face would give me, and I couldn't hear it on the rainy day before breaking up. I heard the thunder in my heart. The rain in the afternoon may have turned everything around. I am on the roof under a thunderstorm. You call me at one o'clock in the afternoon. I know this day will come, like a flash of lightning standing in the ice shop by the Lanting to meet the deadline of love. You whispered to me, I see, but the dark clouds in the sky are coming. I remember that the rain on my face suddenly stopped and it was dark. I can't see the rain before we break up. Like a frozen photo, on the rainy day when we broke up, I stood alone on the roadside. I forgot the raindrops on my face. I can't hear rainy days before breaking up. I heard the lightning in my heart. The rain in the afternoon may have turned everything around and stood at the crossroads. How to get there? I just need to turn around. I don't have the umbrella you gave me. There are other excuses for having what you have. You can understand that I have rainy days. Occasionally timid, you all know the time when it rained cats and dogs. I suddenly found out who can understand my rainy days, so I want to come back to you. At this time, my steps will be slower. So determined, but you are getting farther and farther away. Holding hands and breaking up come from the same hands and are friends. Why I don't understand that you can understand that I also have rainy days, but I am getting farther and farther away. Is it too late? I can't walk back to you with tears in my eyes? You can understand that I have rainy days. As you all know, those storms are from the past.
6. Poetry describing "snow" and "rain" describes "rain":
1. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. ("Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Du Fu)
Appreciation: the word "latent" is personified, imitating the silent and invisible modality of spring rain, which is quite interesting and induces people's love for spring rain. The word "run" conveys the spirit and accurately and vividly describes the characteristics of spring rain moistening things. It can not only draw shapes, but also express feelings.
2. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far from close. (Han Yu, "Light Rain in Early Spring")
Appreciation: the poet praised Xiaoyu with full passion, seeing the big from the small, and blending scenes. The "light rain" in the poem is compared to the first-cooked crisp wine, which tastes sweet and smooth, even the grass is stained with rain and dew. The grass in the drizzle is slightly green, but it is green in the distance.
Clouds are like smoke, and dense rain is like scattered silk. (Zhang Xie's Ten Miscellaneous Poems)
Appreciation: Describe the rain as dense as loose silk thread.
4. If you want to wet the peach blossom and rain, you will have another village. (Zhinan monk's "Jueju")
Appreciation: the drizzle in the apricot blossom season will deeply wet the clothes; The breeze blowing willow branches makes people feel warm and sweet, and the poet makes people feel Zen.
5. Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat crossing in the wild. (Wei "In Xixi Chuzhou")
Appreciation: the spring tide is rising angrily, the rain is rushing, the pedestrians are missing, the boat is crossing, and the movement and motion set each other off, showing the tranquility of the wild crossing.
6. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and the grass pond is full of flowers. (Zhao Shixiu's "You Yue")
Appreciation: It depicts the idyllic scenery of Huangmei in the south of the Yangtze River where it rains and frogs are everywhere.
7. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are raining. (Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Dingding Ocean")
Appreciation: Yuan soldiers invaded the Song Dynasty, the country was in trouble, the mountains and rivers were broken like catkins, and personal life was like duckweed, which was in danger of sinking at any time.
Describe "snow":
1. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. ("Jueju" Du Fu)
Appreciation: It is a longing to write about snow in Xiling. The word "Han" is personified, which is very appropriate and vivid; "Qian Qiu" points out a long time and shows its tranquility. The fourth sentence says that the boat in front of the door is close-up. "Berthing", berthing, but this berthing is a ship about to sail for Soochow, and there is movement in silence; "Wan Li" illustrates the vastness of space.
I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. (Li Bai's "It's Hard to Go")
Appreciation: The poet uses "ice blocking the river" and "snow covering the mountain" to symbolize the difficulties and obstacles on the road of life, which means competition.
3. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. ("Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan)
Appreciation: It depicts the image of a fisherman fishing alone in the cold river. There is a lonely boat in a place where there is almost no life in the snow. There is a fisherman on the boat, wearing hemp fiber, fishing alone on the snowy river. This fisherman's image is obviously a portrayal of the poet himself, which expresses the poet's lofty spirit of perseverance and integrity despite his loneliness after the failure of political reform.
7. Ice Poetry: Entering Wulianjiang on a cold and rainy night, seeing off guests in Chushan. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, there is ice in the jade pot.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
Clouds are light and shadowless, and ice doesn't smell turbulence.
The canyon is cold and snowy,
Shimen goes to Qiu Lin on an oblique day.
The moonlight shines on the crane first, and the cold water in the temple suddenly turns into ice.
Qin Qingyue became a household name.
People walked into the room silently.
There is not a word in the long whistle.
Tao Ran went to the Forbidden City.
Ice water white jade pot.
The bottom of the pot is clear.
Wu Han rainy night, Chushan Fujian. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, there is ice in the jade pot.
Ice and rain hang in the sky, the Millennium competition is not over, and people are afraid of clothes!
The sound of water swallows the ice, and the sand road is flat.
Don Liu Changqing's reward for Zhang Xia's hard work on his way back to the state on a snowy night.
A vine path is green, and a million snow peaks are clear.
Winter Returning to Laoshan by Tang Li Bai
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. Thick ice has no cracks, and there is cold light in just one day.
Shout: The wind is roaring.
Ode to Bitterness and Cold by Tang Meng Jiao
Only then did I see that the ridge was covered with dark clouds and the rocks were snowing like dust, which was shocking. Thousands of peaks, thousands of bamboo shoots and thousands of stones, thousands of trees and thousands of pineapple clouds cover.
Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen
All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing the cold more seriously.
Swallow: The spring water freezes and doesn't flow smoothly, because it is described as sobs.
Liu Tang Jia's Fu on Bitterness and Cold: "All springs are frozen, so I sing cold more seriously. Leaning on Qiao Song in the middle of the night doesn't feel covered with snow. "
8. The more beautiful the poem about rain, the better. 1, Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
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.
2. Han Yu's Early Spring is an 18-year-old member of the Ministry of Water Affairs.
The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,
The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.
The biggest advantage is that one spring,
It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.
3. Notes written by Li Shangyin to friends in the north on a rainy night.
June asked whether the return date has not yet been determined.
Autumn pool night rain rises.
When * * * cut off the western window candle,
But words in the rain at night.
4. Lu You's "Lin 'an Spring Rain Begins"
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
On June 27, 5, Su Shi's Drunk Book at Wanghu Building.
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.
6. Yang Wanli's Listening to the Rain
Last year, I returned to the ship to live in Yanling.
When the rain hit the awning, I heard the light.
Last night,
It's called the sound of a dream tent.
7. Zhao Shixiu's The Guest
It rains at home in Huangmei season.
Frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
I can't make an appointment for midnight,
Knock the chess pieces at will and fall black and blue.
8. The rain in Jianmen Road.
Dust and wine stains on clothes,
Travel is everywhere.
Is this body a poet?
Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle.
9. Li Qingzhao's Dream.
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat and thin!
10, Liu Yongling
Cold 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, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
1 1, Dai Wangshu's rain lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
Hope to meet.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
She does.
Lilacs have the same color,
Fragrance is the same as Ding Xiang.
Ding Xiang is a kind of sadness,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and resentment seem awkward;
She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Momo is gone,
Cold desert, sad and clear, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again
Too much eye light,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad as a dream.
Like floating in a dream
A fragrant land,
I passed this woman by;
She left quietly, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Fade her face,
Break up her powder room,
Disappeared, even hers.
Too much eye light,
Ding Xiang's melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.