Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi
Shan Ye wants to fold for a long time, and the autumn rain is still there.
Women like cool autumn and laugh more when riding bicycles.
The crescent moon clouds roll up water, and the bleak wind blows flat Chu.
Cut straight and straight, and there is no doubt.
In Hoho's reflection, there are several strands of fish scattered.
HarmonyOS system can't ask, what do you know?
When I was asleep, I showed my face. I saw the stars and the moon vomiting.
The keel is dumb, and the family is really miserable.
2. The second rhyme of Zizhan Wuzhong Talented Talk
Year: Song Author: Su Zhe
If it rains for a long time, it will be sunny for fear of being late.
The boat was leveled this year, and last year, the bamboo hat was used as a dress.
I don't know who got angry and left dust and dirt behind.
Strong husbands go everywhere, and dirty women come home.
The wall collapsed and leaned against the loom, cleaning up the wreckage and blowing the chaff.
Camp in the East and cook for ten days. Who will save you from hunger in the West?
Only salt does not dry at the seaside, and salt sellers can even collect babies.
It is widely rumored that the four sides are in trouble, which has nothing to do with Donghai filial piety.
3. "Ninety-three Fu"
Year: Song Author: Shi Fancong
Seeking the Tao is like asking for rain, and worrying day and night.
Suddenly the wind and rain came, and thousands of valleys struggled.
Until everything in the world is moistened, Mitsui Dragon King stands out.
Yunnan is like an arrow leaving the string, and the north of the cloud is like a tilt.
Earth-shattering, thunder roar, snow waves all over the sky.
Suddenly, the wind and rain stopped and the ground stopped for a while.
Good monk, ride a buffalo.
Loose-leaf paper is fast and worry-free.
When you are healthy, you will rest when you are sleepy.
Baotou, kiss the knot.
Nail to nail, iron to iron.
Cold is cold, and heat is hot.
This is the voice of all Buddhists, and it also lists the tips.
The top of the seven peaks is as slippery as moss, and the cold mountains are dragged together.
4. Taoist Taoist ode.
Year: Song Author: Shi
Magic is powerless to complain, stumbling overhead.
Give your life for the rain, the sky will be red and sunny, and everything will be light in this life.
5. "One hundred and sixty ode poems"
Year: Song Author: Shi
Buying iron is real gold, and asking for rain is snow.
Five peaks carve jade, and a thousand trees make Yin Hua.
Zhang Jixiang and Pu Xian, the dragon kings, are ugly.
Three Tathagata secret door, all foreign exchange was released for a while today.
2. What are the poems that pray for rain? 1. "Yamada wants to fold for a long time" Time: Song Author: Wang Anshi Yamada wants to fold for a long time, and the autumn rain is still there.
Women like cool autumn and laugh more when riding bicycles. The crescent moon clouds roll up water, and the bleak wind blows flat Chu.
Cut straight and straight, and there is no doubt. In Hoho's reflection, there are several strands of fish scattered.
HarmonyOS system can't ask, what do you know? When I was asleep, I showed my face. I saw the stars and the moon vomiting.
The keel is dumb, and the family is really miserable. 2. "Two Rhymes Looking forward to My Wife's Sigh" Time: Song Author: Su Zhe is afraid of being late, it has been raining for a long time, so when will the rain come?
The boat was leveled this year, and last year, the bamboo hat was used as a dress. I don't know who got angry and left dust and dirt behind.
Strong husbands go everywhere, and dirty women come home. The wall collapsed and leaned against the loom, cleaning up the wreckage and blowing the chaff.
Camp in the East and cook for ten days. Who will save you from hunger in the West? Only salt does not dry at the seaside, and salt sellers can even collect babies.
It is widely rumored that the four sides are in trouble, which has nothing to do with Donghai filial piety. 3. "Ninety-three Poems" Time: Song Author: Buddhists seek Tao like rain, drying up day and night.
Suddenly the wind and rain came, and thousands of valleys struggled. Until everything in the world is moistened, Mitsui Dragon King stands out.
Yunnan is like an arrow leaving the string, and the north of the cloud is like a tilt. Earth-shattering, thunder roar, snow waves all over the sky.
Suddenly, the wind and rain stopped and the ground stopped for a while. Good monk, ride a buffalo.
Loose-leaf paper is fast and worry-free. When you are healthy, you will rest when you are sleepy.
Baotou, kiss the knot. Nail to nail, iron to iron.
Cold is cold, and heat is hot. This is the voice of all Buddhists, and it also lists the tips.
The top of the seven peaks is as slippery as moss, and the cold mountains are dragged together. 4. "Ode to Daoism" Time: Song Author: Interpretation of strong law against demons, weak and resentful, stumbling on the top of the head.
Give your life for the rain, the sky will be red and sunny, and everything will be light in this life. 5. "Ode to 160 Poems" Time: Song Author: Stone buys real gold for iron, begging for rain for snow.
Five peaks carve jade, and a thousand trees make Yin Hua. Zhang Jixiang and Pu Xian, the dragon kings, are ugly.
Three Tathagata secret door, all foreign exchange was released for a while today.
3. Ask for a modern poem about rain 1, "Rain in the sky" lead clouds bury the sunshine and grieve alone in the dark corner. The church bells wake up the sleeping heart, and the white wings struggle to escape from the devil's palm. Angel's tears drop into the ocean, patting the injured wings. 2. "The Sound of Rain" I like to stand by the window and listen to the sound of rain in the silent night. Tick-tock sounds like cheerful notes jumping in my heart, and the rain is ticking. The smell of quiet nights always reminds me of the yellowed past. The past disappears in front of our eyes, but what will never disappear is the thoughts and hopes in our hearts. Where can I find my lost dream? The rain is ticking. Quietly beating in my ear at night, it is a naughty song lingering in my dream, and it is a story of you or time. 3. "Rain after rain is in line" Rain after rain is waiting in line for a snow to tell God. My trip to the mountain road without water in the river has not yet turned into afternoon tea on the shore. Spring has become an unpredictable dilemma. I can't pull myself out of the river. Rain after rain is waiting in line for a snow to tell God. 4. Listening to the sound of rain I like listening to the sound of rain, listening to the whispers of drizzle moistening wheat seedlings when willow sprouts in early spring. This is a picturesque brocade painting. I like listening to the sound of rain and the crazy rain when cicadas are singing in hot summer. This is a passionate symphony of destiny. I like to listen to the sound of rain and the ticking of raindrops on the eaves when yellow leaves fall in late autumn. This is a Zen poem. I like listening to the rain. If it rains in snowy winter, it must be a hymn of life. I like listening to the rain. I read my whole life from the sound of rain. I realized the true meaning of life. In the long rainy night, the water on the window pane rustled down, and the wooden lattice connected with the window frame and the depression attached to the glass fell on the edge of the building and broke into four or five glittering petals. Broken thoughts in the heart pool spread along the vein like ripples, which really cut off the latitude between heaven and earth. Weaver weaves the lovesickness all night, and it will break like gold. It will rain tomorrow. The light on the top floor is really broken. In the long rainy night, she is used to lighting a lamp and dreaming. Looks naive. In the long leisure time, her sleepless eyes are swollen, but she shines with hope for Nightcrawler in the rain. The starlight in the stormy night window disappeared into the light. I know it will stay up all night again. "Rainy Night" Late at night-A girl walking down the street with an umbrella under drizzle covered with black hair and humming a faint tune, crossed the fork in the road and walked into the alley. The girl with an umbrella appeared quietly in the rain, wandering in the crowd in the rainy street. I approached the girl and dared not look up at her in the dim night. I dare not say: girl-she is sad, or sad, walking quietly in the street without pedestrians, still singing beautiful songs. It is raining. I met this laid-back girl in a quiet street. With long black hair, she walked under the street lamp and nodded slightly at me, but she didn't say hello to me. I stopped and looked at her slim figure, without words. The rain continued to fall. She walked away and walked into the depths of the rain. Gradually, figures and music came out. Dissolved in the rainy night, I stood in the hazy drizzle on the street and silently walked into the rain. Autumn Rain is another autumn rain, and the silent cry of thoughts and ideas has broken the silent face of this thousand-year-old city. If you are as weak as Daiyu, can the urchin who comes home from school still see the corner forgotten by the pale face tortured by the fuzzy smiling face of the heavy rain? How can you bear to give up the truth of prayer? Please have mercy and let her go. Why don't idle people who have nothing to do with fishing wear hemp fiber? Why don't you pay attention to me and say shh? I looked at the watch on your wrist for fear that I would distract you. Why did you come so late? What can I do to make the Iraqi people so uneasy and make the dusty floor look brand new? You are the greatest hero. You are the pointer to transfer time. Sit on the tower and wait for the good news of your victory. The flowers beside me meet in the wind and rain. As a result, dark clouds with falling petals and bare branches blocked the next stop of the sunset. Please don't be late. 8. Wandering alone in the rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. A long and lonely rainy lane, hoping to meet a girl with a lilac knot. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance and lilac-like sadness in the rain. She lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold, sad and sad as I am, and approaches silently. Take another breath. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and like lilacs floating in a dream. This girl drifted past me. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her color and fragrance disappeared. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, supported the oil-paper umbrella. A person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float across a girl with a lilac knot. 9. Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain that makes rainbows, cicadas sink and fall, frogs rise, and a pool of red lotus is like a red flame. It makes no difference whether you come or not in the rain. I feel that every lotus flower is like you, especially after dusk and such a drizzle, forever. In eternity, if your hand is in my hand, if your fragrance is in my nostrils at this moment, I will say, little lover, promise, this hand should pick lotus flowers, and in the martial arts palace, this hand should shake cinnamon pulp. On Mulan boat, a star hangs from the cornice of the Science Museum, hanging like an earring. The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come and walk in the red lotus after the rain. When you came, winter rain and light rain fell gently on my heart. There is no umbrella or poncho, only a beige coat. Rain is so sad, just like a white flower in mourning for the dead, telling an eternal fairy tale.
Intermittent light rain, gently tapping the dripping eaves gallery, without flinching or fear, only a forward heart is running in the direction to go. This rain is fascinating, and I let go of my worries in the sky that embraces it, like sending a message to people who have been wandering for a long time.
4. Poems about rain are in urgent need of green bamboo, bamboo and bamboo, and there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and rainy, and Liu's face 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 "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break 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 "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang crossed the Lingdingyang, the mountain was empty after the rain, and beginning of autumn at dusk-(Wang Wei: "Mountain in Autumn") There was no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes were wet-(Wang Wei:)
(Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao) 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. 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 air is green and wet. There is no need to go back to the green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber. (Zhang: "Fishing Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
(Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. On a cold rainy night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone.
(Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
(Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake") The river rain is decadent, the river and the mountains are rainy, and the rain comes strangely. The wind is full of buildings, and the blue clouds are broken after the rain, but it means that the night rain lies in the dead of night listening to the wind, the rain is falling, the white rain is falling, and the beads are jumping on the boat. It's nice to know that there was a lot of rain, but now I remember that night, the storm in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. Falling flowers are independent, and the swift flies. Seven Fujian Chu Yun dark rain dark, east and west creek rain pale fog. There is sunshine but misty rain on the road, and there is no rain or shine in 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, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are 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. Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. Spring and Budze have flowers and beautiful flowers, and everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. - "
The most favorable thing is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the smoke and willow pouring into the imperial city-Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty.
-Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring. -Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild.
-Wei's Xixi on Chuzhou is an ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaf is infinite, and it reflects the sun in different ways.
Poems about rain and riddles about rain, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken.
-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" knows the rainy season and when spring will happen. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" The sky street is crisp and crisp, and the grass color is far away. -Tang Hanyu's "Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat to cross the wild.
-Wei Wuying's "Xixi on Chuzhou" is wet in clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and his face is not cold. -Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monk "Jueju" It rained at home in Huangmei season, and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond.
-Song Zhao Shi Xiu's "Guest" is green and dripping, and there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" is wet, apricot blossoms and rain, and his face is not cold. Yang Zhinan's "Jueju" Weicheng is also dusty in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow.
-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" 480 Temple in the Southern Dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy. -Du Mu's "Poems of Jiangnan Spring" lies in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, and dreams of iron horse glaciers.
-Lu You's "The Storm on November 4" It rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. -Du Mu's "Qingming" is sunny and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
-Su Shi's "Rain after Drinking on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lonely Ocean" hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty.
-Wang Yucheng's "Little Red Lip", butterflies both dance on the threshold, and the curtains are rolled up late to keep out the rain. -Mao Xizhen's Qing Ping Le is a poem about rain. Falling flowers are independent, swift flies.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
The lamp on the bead curtain shook my lonely heart and went home. There were two red mansions facing the cold and hiding in the rain. In Ming Dynasty, Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain and sold apricot flowers.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Weicheng rainy city is clear of dust, and the guest house is green and willow. Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
The valley came quickly and fiercely, with dark clouds and heavy rain. 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.
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. 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.
In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset. 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.
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. It was windy and rainy 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 green, fat and red. Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence. Sycamore tree, night rain.
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. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning 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.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond ... tears fall from her sad white face, and pear blossoms bring spring rain. If you ask how much free time you have.
Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.
Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. The cliff is already a hundred feet of ice, and there are beautiful flowers. Jiang Yu is decadent, the mountains and rivers are empty and rainy, and the rain comes strangely. When it rains, the sky is blue and the clouds are broken. When it rains in the evening, it falls and the pearls jump on the boat.
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.
Young people in Jie Jiang listen to the rain, and the red candle is dim. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are 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.
Riddle Two people left together until it rained at four o'clock. The rain fell on the scarf rope, and the rain fell on Hengshan Mountain, helping them to fall back together. A little heavy dedication made them appear in the rain. Shan Yu practiced Hugo's wind and rain, and Hugo smelled the language of opera and the taste changed. After a tear, two rain men and two swallows flew around leaving clues. One hook lures fish into the rain, and it rains everywhere. The second painting of money in the spring rain, the willow is half withered, Hugo's whereabouts are unknown, and the black rain meets twice. There is a thunderbolt in first frost, a thunderstorm in the world, and love in the world. The rain is long and rainy, the rain is sunny and sad, the acid rain is half floating, and the residual snow is stormy. Since ancient times, Gu Quan's rain and money can win the world's heavy rain. Spring thunder touched Hugo, Hugo, who wants to get on the swing, needs to contact Grain Rain Lei Miao first. Close to Tomb-Sweeping Day, the timely rain in Xie Yuchen is fortunate enough to bear the dew, and the seedlings get the rain. Everyone is thankful for the birth of Xie Yuxin. Half a month later, in Tomb-Sweeping Day, five grains rained all over the world, and the rainfall was three points. World-famous ones such as Bao Dao Yuhuatai, the world's first pavilion, misty rain tower and drought in Yun Ni need umbrellas in spring. Umbrella, it rains on cloudy days, but it needs umbrellas for rain, but it needs red. In front of Yuhuatai, it rained for three minutes, so my old friend returned to the rain at night and recovered. And my pavilion is suitable for timely rain when spring comes. Ji Yulin is the world of flowers and terraces in Yizhou. I'm worried about Yu. I suspect that the Milky Way has set for nine days, and the meteor shower will soon get timely rain and drought in the world. I hope Yun Ni and Tom Zhang can have a rainy day when spring comes. On sunny days, Xie Yuchen is snowy, rainy and humid, and the sky is rainy all year round. Tianshui Guan is raining and sprinkling, resting the worries of the world and worrying about the past. Blowing the wind and rain beauty who meets Gillian, the world is poor, and it rains first, but the rain becomes autumn. In a drizzly dream, I was suddenly shocked. I care about falling flowers before the court. On that stormy night, Sung River defected. If the rain falls on Can Cong Road, pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Before the thunderstorm, the wind sneaked into the silent Wuwu gorge, entered the twilight fairy valley, and was driven out by the late rain tiger. The world is peaceful and the weather is good. Li Kui jy, Song Jiang and Li Kui jy sang Song Jiang, and the weather was good.
6. Poetry about rain, 1, "Rain Lane" Dai Wangshu holds an oil-paper umbrella. A person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is as sad as cloves and as fragrant as cloves. She was sad and sad in the rain. She lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold and sad as I am. What makes her sad is that she approaches silently. Take another breath. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and like lilacs floating in a dream. This girl drifted past me. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her color and fragrance disappeared. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, supported the oil-paper umbrella. A person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot. "Waiting for you in the rain" Yu Guangzhong is waiting for you. In the rain, in the rain that makes rainbows, cicadas sink and fall, and frogs raise a pool of red lotus like a red flame. It doesn't matter whether you come or not in the rain. I feel that every lotus is like you, especially through dusk, through such a drizzle, forever, and so on. In time, waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity, if your hand is in my hand, if your fragrance is in my nostrils at this moment, I will say, sweetheart, this hand should pick lotus, in the martial arts palace, this hand should shake the cinnamon pulp, in the Mulan boat, there is a star hanging on the cornice of the science museum, which looks like a Swiss watch, saying it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come. You are like a poem. From a love story, if you are from Jiang Baishi. Rhymely, you do it. The winter rain falls gently on my heart. No umbrella, no poncho, only a beige coat. This rain is so sad that it tells people an eternal fairy tale. The drizzle tapped the dripping eaves gallery without fear. Only one heart is running in the direction to go. The rain was fascinated by the sky that embraced it. 3. "Rainy Night" Late at night-The girl walking in the street with an umbrella in the drizzle was covered with black hair and gently hummed a faint tune through the fork in the road and walked into the alley. The girl with an umbrella came out quietly in the deep rain-across the rainy street-and I lingered near the girl, afraid to look up at her in the hazy night. I dare not say: girl-she is sad, or sad, walking quietly in the street without pedestrians, still singing beautiful songs. It is raining. I met this laid-back girl in a quiet street. With long black hair, she walked under the street lamp and nodded slightly at me, but she didn't say hello to me. I stopped and looked at her slim figure, without words. The rain continued to fall. She walked away and walked into the depths of the rain. Gradually, figures and music came out. Dissolved in the rainy night, I stood in the hazy drizzle on the street and silently walked into the rain. "Rain after rain is waiting in line." Rain after rain is waiting in line for a snow to tell God. My trip to the mountain road without water in the river has not yet turned into afternoon tea on the shore. Spring has become an unpredictable dilemma. I can't pull myself out of the river. Rain after rain is waiting in line for a snow to tell God. 5. Yitong, Yu Wen (1) The fate is that the initial clouds in the lonely sky have gathered into a drizzle after vicissitudes. The drizzle wet some memories. (2) The pouring rain is the catharsis of lightning love. With the roar of Lei Gong Dian Mu, the hard rain line has been pushed down by resentment, such as crystal ice. (3) A rain indicates an old past and a new beginning. Little cowardice has been forced to pour out your resentment under the eaves. Open the umbrella of my soul and let it wash away all my happy and painful memories. (4) The wind said that rain is tears in the sky, with a flowing streamline, hitting the end of the glass everywhere, looking for the destination of falling in the cracks, looking for a moist heart, and suddenly wanting to evaporate from memory, so I opened my heart and looked forward to the sunrise. The rain was called away by frogs, and the stream stroked my toes. A careful licking is like the smell of earth after rain, and the falling petals sway their roots. The drunken rain gives the dust world a cool freehand brushwork. The thought of autumn rain stops the water of orchids. Another autumn rain. Silent crying broke the silent face of this thousand-year-old city. If Daiyu is weak, hazy and lost. Can the urchin who comes home from school still see the forgotten corner of his pale face tortured by the fuzzy smiling face of the heavy rain? It's worth remembering to see the beautiful flowers outside the window. How can you stand dripping down the road? Seek the truth, please be merciful and let her go. Why don't idle people who have nothing to do with fishing wear hemp fiber? Why don't you pay attention to me and say shh? I looked at the watch on your wrist for fear that I would distract you. Why did you come so late? What can I do to make the Iraqi people so uneasy and make the dusty floor look brand new? You are the greatest hero. You are the pointer to transfer time. Sit on the tower and wait for the good news of your victory. The flowers next to it are covered with petals and bare branches.