1. Love poems about rain
The night rain is sent to the north (feeling of lovesickness)
Li Shangyin
Junwen’s return date has not yet been announced , the night rain in Bashan makes the autumn pond rise.
Why should I cut the candles from the west window, but talk about the night rain in Bashan.
Unlocking Lianlian
Zhou Bangyan
There is no basis for resentment. The sighing lover is cut off, and the message is far away. Believe in the magic hand and be able to untie the chain, like the wind scattering and rain gathering, the mist is light and the clouds are thin. The Swallow Tower is empty, covered in dark dust and a bed of strings. If you want to move the roots and change the leaves, it's just the old days, planting red medicine by hand.
Du Ruo gradually grew up in Tingzhou. The material boat bends along the shore, and the people are at the corner of the sky. I remember the music of that day, and the idle talk will be burned away. When spring comes back in Shuiyi, I hope to send you my plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River. Fighting for this life, drinking flowers and drinking wine, shedding tears for her.
Yuefu Shangxie
Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you. 2. Love poems with the word rain
1. A cut of plum blossoms·The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors. Author Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting youth and missing out on youth.
Who cares about the pleasure ***? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon. The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and there are thousands of crying marks, and tens of thousands of crying marks.
I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit. 2. Liu Yong’s Rain Lin Bell The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no clear sky but there is sunshine. 3 Night Rain Sends to the North · Li Shangyin You asked about the return date but there is no timetable. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? 4. In the distance, a touch of Daishan Mountain looks poetic and picturesque in the hazy smoke.
In the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, you and I hold a handful of oil paper. 5. There are thousands of tender feelings on the rainy night, and you can't bear to get drunk in it. 6. The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers into bloom at night, and blows them down like stars like rain.
BMW’s carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
7. I like rain because I love you. On rainy days we were under a cozy umbrella. 3. What are the love poems about "rain"?
The love poems about rain include: The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is sunshine but there is no sunshine.
---Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling" When you asked about your return date, your return date has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
--- Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North" Thoughts Yuan Zhen once faced difficulties in the sea, but except for Wushan, he was not a cloud. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
-- Yuan Zhen's "Lisi" The forest flowers have withered the spring red, it is too hasty, and there is no choice but to come in the morning and the cold rain and in the evening the wind will come. ---Li Yu's "Crying in the Dark Night" Rouge tears, staying drunk together, how long will it last?
It is true that life grows and hates water. ---Li Yu's "Happy Meeting" The fallen flower man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together.
---Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Fairy" There is a whirlpool in the clouds, a jade shuttle, a light and thin shirt, and a light frown with double snails. ---Li Yu "Sauve Acacia" The autumn winds are strong, the rain is gentle, and there are two or three bananas outside the curtain.
The night is long and there is nothing anyone can do. ---Li Yu "Sauvignon Blanc" Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass is easy to go when you are young and abandon others.
The lingering dream at the top of the building is five o'clock in the morning, and the March rain is leaving love at the bottom of the flower. ---Yan Shu's "Spring in the Jade House" Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, and one inch can become thousands of strands.
When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love. Say something about the autumn rain.
---Yan Shu's "Magnolia" I believe in a good hand, able to untie the chain, like wind scattering and rain collecting, mist light and cloud thin. ---Zhou Yanbang's "Jie Lian Lian" is evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you. --- Yuefu's "Shangxie" A branch of mottled bamboo has a thousand tears, and the misty rain in the Xiangjiang River does not know the spring.
---Mao Zedong's "Seven Rules: Reply to Friends" When spring comes in the south, the flowers are like embroidery, and the water of the West Lake is like oil after the rain. ---Cao De's "Zhonglu" Hai Shang does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle.
---Chen Yuyi's "Cold in Spring". 4. Looking for beautiful poems or sentences about rain
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Ge Zi" The apricot blossoms are raining, and the clothes are wet, blowing The face is not cold and the willow wind blows.
————- Monk Zhinan's "Quequatrains" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ―――Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" There are many towers in the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties in the mist and rain.
――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. ―――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th" Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
――――Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
-----Du Mu's "Qingming" The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. ――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake" The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain is hitting the rafts――――Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn————(Wang Wei : "Mountain Residence in Autumn") There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") The cold rain is falling on the river at night, and I see off the guests in the Chushan Mountain in the clear day————(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"). The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Residence in Autumn") 3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
(Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") 5. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle No need to return. (Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song") 6. At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
(Lu You: "Wind and Rain on November 4th") 7. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. (Du Mu: "Qingming") 8. It's cold and rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guests in Chushan in the clear day.
(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 9. The morning rain in Weicheng brings light dust, and the guest houses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Sending the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi") 10. The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange.
(Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake at the First Sunny and Later Rain") The river is raining heavily, the river grass is all over the mountain, the sky is empty, the rain is strange, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind is filling the building, the rain is passing, the sky is clear, the clouds are broken, but it rains at night in Bashan. Late at night, I lie down and listen to the wind blowing and the heavy rain falling. The swallows are white and the rain is falling, and the beads are jumping into the boat. Good rain knows the season. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. Travelers on the road want to die. The fallen flowers are independent, and the swallows are flying together. Seven or eight stars are outside, two or three o'clock. In front of Yushan Mountain. The cold rain comes on the river at night, and I see off my guests in the lonely Chushan Mountain. The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is sluggish and smokey. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It may be sunny, but there will be clear rain, and there will be no wind or rain in my life. There is no clear sky and the cicadas are miserable. Facing the pavilion at night, the rain showers on the pavilion have begun to break, and the wind and rain are always blown away by the wind.
I am so angry that I lean on the railing and the rain breaks. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, with more wind and rain. Green bamboo hats, green coir rain clothes, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. The red building looks cold across the rain. The bead foil floating lantern returns alone. The small building listens to the spring rain all night. The apricot flowers are sold in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. You asked about the return date but there is no timetable. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? The morning rain in Weicheng has cleared the dust, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. In the past, I went there, and the willows lingered; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling, blowing in the valley wind, and it is overcast and rainy. I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier fall into my dreams. The street is moistened by the light rain. The color of the grass is like crisp, look far away but there is no small building. Listen to the spring rain all night, apricot blossoms are sold in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty and late autumn curtains are curtained by thousands of rains. The setting sun plays a flute on the balcony, the feng shui is shining, the light is clear, the mountains are empty and the rain is also strange. The green bamboo hats are , green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Poppy? Listening to the Rain Jiang Jie A young man listens to Yu's song upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling in the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut, and there are stars on my temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from one stage to the next.
The only thing I won’t forget now is the evening mist and the spring rain crossing the maple bridge. The rain is strong and the wind is good and evil, but don’t be disgusted by the low thatched cottage.
After the rain, the grass is fragrant and the sun is setting. The apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallows are fragrant. In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the mist and rain. Last night it was windy and rainy.
A heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
Do you know? Do you know? It should be green manure, red sycamores, and drizzle, bit by bit at dusk. This time, how could the sycamore tree be so sad? It rained in the middle of the night.
Ignorance and separation from love lead to suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. The rain of apricot blossoms makes my clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on my face, which is not cold.
. Bursts of winter thunder, summer rain (Yinyu, the word is this), snow, rain and wind, it is the evening of March, the door is hidden at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. I can't make up my mind all day long, and my tears are like rain.
The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle. During the yellow plum season, it rains every house. There are frogs everywhere in the grassy pond. The jade face is lonely and full of tears. A pear blossom brings rain in spring. The rain hates the clouds and makes me sad. Jiangnan is still called a beauty.
——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips" Pink butterflies dance across the threshold in pairs, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening. ——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le" Yu Linling and the chilling cicadas are miserable.
It's late at night in Changting, and the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and even more embarrassing and neglecting the Qingqiu Festival. Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
If you ask about leisure time, how much is it? Yichuan Tobacco fills the city.
Plum yellow Shigure.
. The wind and rain send spring home, and the flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches in the spring, and everything is shining. ---------- The ancient poem "Long Song Xing" of Han Dynasty Yuefu I don't know the details. Who cuts out the leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors -------- "Ode to the Willows" by He Zhizhang of Tang Dynasty The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but there is no grass up close.
The most beneficial thing about spring is the willows that fill the imperial capital with smoke - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presented to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water" A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. -----------Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with a thousand colors and reds------"Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty, the clothes are wet The apricot blossoms are raining, and the willow wind is not cold on the face. ---------- "Quatrains" by monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty. The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only the shallow grass can have no horse hooves.
――――Bai Juyi 〈〈Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake〉〉 When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. ――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" The spring tide brings rain late in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
――――Wei Yingwu's "Xijian of Chuzhou" An ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are unique. 5. Beautiful poems or sentences about rain
Rain falls from the sky to every corner. The raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which is very beautiful.
Raindrops fall from the eaves, walls, and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect together to form a water column. The wind was blowing loudly and the rain was falling.
Looking closely, there is not even a soul on the street. The white flowers are all water, and it has become a flowing river, with countless water splashes vying to bloom on it; looking from a distance, the buildings and trees are all covered with water. Vaguely. The wind carries the rain stars, as if searching for something on the ground, bumping randomly to the east and west.
As soon as the pedestrians found a shelter from the rain, the rain started to fall. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and soon it was like pouring water. Look at the rain in the sky, it really looked like a big waterfall! A gust of wind blows, and the rain, which is as dense as a waterfall, is blown away by the wind like smoke, fog, and dust.
Big raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water, and the water splashes were like small fountains. When the water splash fell on the ground, it turned into small bubbles. The small bubbles looked like small transparent hats.
It is really interesting to watch carefully the process of the raindrops turning into little hats! The rain is getting heavier, and a layer of white rain and mist splashes on the roofs and on the streets, like a misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew over, and the white gauze floated away, and the raindrops hit the stagnant water on the street, causing water splashes.
. Feelings in the rain It has been raining since last night, the patter of rain, the falling of rain. Originally, it should be very sentimental. But when I think of the rain-stained flowers falling and the red and fragrant flowers withering, I feel a little melancholy and even a little sad.
I know that there are countless people who love rain, and the articles about rain and rain are as eloquent as smoke. But I am also a person who loves rain. I have different feelings about rain, so I wrote about it. Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; just like the mountains and rivers in front of you, a thousand people have a thousand scenery.
Some people like rain, some hate it, some sigh, some are crazy about it, and they have different feelings. Rain is just like flowers, plants and trees. Whether it can become a scenery depends on people's mood.
No matter who sees it, the rain comes after a long drought, but it is beautiful; but when the rain falls, the dike breaks and the water floods, who is not upset by it? However, rain is rain. It does not come because you like it, nor does it go away because you hate it. What's more, without experiencing wind and rain, you cannot see the beauty of the rainbow; without the clouds on a rainy day, there is no sunshine on a sunny day. brilliant. It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and as someone who was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, I have to say that I am very familiar with the rain. It should be said that I should have turned a blind eye to it and been indifferent to it.
But I have a sense of surprise and novelty about rain. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, letting the sweet and pure rain sprinkle on my body and soak into my skin; it washes away the dust and darkness in my heart, making my mood clean and bright.
Rain is a gift from God, a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. If there was no rain, what would the world be like? The desert is spread all over, dust storms are raging, and sand is flying; there are no traces of birds, it is difficult to find the shadows of animals, and even a trace of green cannot be found, and life is disappearing here. How terrifying and terrible it would be. The four seasons of rain also vary according to different seasons and seasonal changes.
Chun Yu is regarded as the most beautiful and exquisite, just like the shy and coquettish singing of a young girl; Chun Yu is also the most loved by literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen", "The sky street is moistened and moistened silently by the gentle rain", "Apricot blossoms spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River", etc. are all praises to spring rain.
The dripping woman in "Rain Alley" probably came in the spring rain. The hottest one is Xia Yu. It is like a strong man sweating freely, with a hearty and joyful feeling; it comes fiercely and leaves quickly, and it is straightforward and never sloppy.
It not only irrigates the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings a little bit of coolness to people in the scorching heat. People are clear about its merits and demerits.
And the autumn rain with a hint of coolness has a different feeling in my heart. It is desolate and desolate, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of a resentful woman whose youth has passed and her time is gone.
"The evening rain sprinkles on the river to cleanse the autumn. The frost and wind are getting colder, and the Guanhe River is desolate. The remaining light shines on the building, and everything is gone.
Only the water of the Yangtze River is speechless. Flowing eastward." In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood was so desolate and helpless.
Li Yian also told her loneliness, sadness and sorrow in her "Autumn Love", "The sycamore trees also drizzled, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, there is no word for sadness. have to!".
In fact, what do human joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows have to do with rain? Winter rain seems to be rare, and even fewer people like it. But I feel that it is like a few drops of clear tears shed by a strong man who broke his wrist without frowning and will never return. It has a kind of coldness, fortitude, tragedy and heroism.
It makes people feel some respect sincerely. The glitz and bustle of the world, success and failure, require us to treat it with a normal heart, and the same is true for rain. Only by getting rid of impetuosity and being more calm can we appreciate its fun and poetry, and feel its subtlety and beauty.
As I write these words, the rain is still falling, and I can’t help but feel a little sad about spring. Unconsciously, spring has deepened, and summer has come silently. . Isn't this how youth grows old slowly, and dreams fade away quietly like this... 2. The children under the moonlight giggled, they jumped happily, and the little straw hats on their heads also jumped, The surrounding woods and rivers also danced.
The Moon Girl blushed, covered herself up, and smiled, her hidden heart must be beating behind the clouds. God-given gold, God-given moonlight rain, from the top of the head to the feet, from the outside to the inside, from the bones to the soul, they are all golden, they are transparent, they are as pleasing to the eye as green and as cool as borneol.
The children stole some lotus leaves and used them to catch the golden elves. The elves rolled happily. The children should put the moonlight rain away and wait until next spring to plant it in the ground so that they can germinate, bloom, and produce trees full of moonlight rain. Then they will give these golden fruits to their friends and kindergarten teachers... ... Listening to the Rain on the Eaves "Essay" Every rainy season, I think of listening to the rain on the eaves, and there is a special sense of beauty. Although it is not like playing in the whirlpool of the river, rushing to the sea on the beach, or hiding in the alleys of the small town, there is also the gentle singing of the drizzle. The rain blows east and west. 6. Poems or sentences about the rain of love.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no clear sky but there are clear and willow-like rainy bells. Mountain Ghost> If someone comes to the mountain, he will be killed by Li Xi brings a girl with a rosy root; she can look at her with both eyes and smile, her son admires her for her graceful appearance; Riding on a red leopard, she rides on a raccoon dog; Xin Yi chariots carry osmanthus flags; Shilan Xi brings Du Heng with her, leaving behind her fragrant flowers and thoughts. ; The rest of the place is dark and dark, but the sky is not visible, and the road is difficult and difficult, so I am alone to come; the appearance is independent on the mountain, and the clouds are beautiful and beautiful below; the sky is dim, the Qiang day is dim, the east wind is drifting, and the rain of gods is floating; the spirit is left to repair, and I forget to return. , the age has passed, who is the flower? I am gathering three beauties in the mountains, and the rocks are covered with vines and vines. I blame the young master and forget to return home. You miss me and I can't be idle. The people in the mountains are fragrant, and I drink from the stone spring and are shaded by pines and cypresses. I miss you. I feel suspicious; thunder fills the rain, and the caves chirp at night; the wind rustles and the trees rustle, and I miss my son and I am worried about leaving.
When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
(Just for a moment) Li Si Yuan Zhen once said that it was difficult to make water out of the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I looked back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. (Is it okay to have water) The cries of the night and the decline of the flowers in Li Yu's forest The spring is red, too hasty, but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last?
It is true that life grows and hates water. Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal" The fallen flower man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together. Li Yu's "Sauve Acacia" A swirl of clouds, a shuttle of jade, a light shirt and thin ruffles, and a pair of double snails with light eyebrows.
The autumn winds are strong, the rain is gentle, and there are a few bananas outside the curtain. The night is long and there is nothing anyone can do.
Yu Lou Chun by Yan Shu Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass is easy to get to when you are young. The lingering dream at the top of the building is five o'clock in the morning, and the March rain is leaving love at the bottom of the flower.
Ruthlessness is not as painful as sentimentality, an inch is like thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
Is it enough? Supplement: A bit messy. 7. What are the romantic poems about rain?
1. The sound of rain is gurgling, like living by the stream, I would rather it rain every day.
2. When it rains, I start to miss you. It turns out that missing you means being caught in the rain under an umbrella.
3. Rain is like crushed poetry, poetry is like endless rain!
4. Glass asked Yu if he was tired, and Yu asked Glass if it hurt.
5. The evening rain on the river is deep, and I should be sure to trust the nine springs. I turn off the lights and sit in the dark to listen to the rain. The rain is pouring all night long, and I am still sad.
6. It was rainy and windy last night, and the remaining wine was not consumed by heavy sleep.
7. The spring water is as green as the sky, and I can sleep by painting a boat and listening to the rain.
8. Listen to the wind and watch the rain, smile and watch the misty rain in the world of mortals.
9. The east wind blooms thousands of flowers on the trees at night, and even blows them down, making the stars like rain.
10. The night is rainy and cold. I am drunk alone with wine. I have long thoughts and memories. Who knows? When I wake up from the wine, I feel that the rain has stopped and the wind is quiet. It is past midnight and no one has slept.
11. There are swallows in the northern forest, and the rain is falling and the snow is falling; the new wind is mournful, and it is difficult to fly; the rain is about to break, but there is no way; the new wind is strong, and it will never leave.
12. I don’t know whose heart is broken by this rain all over the sky, but it just falls poetically in this rainy season.
13. Every year, the wind blows and the rain falls.
14. Dark thrush, light thrush, cicada's temples and hair are covered with clouds. Wushan is high, Wushan is low, and the dusk is rainy and Xiaoxiao Lang does not return.
15. The wind brings rain, and the rain follows the wind. When the Longhan Dynasty prospered, the road to Shu was open, but when the road to Shu was open, there were only dragons. 8. Love poems with the word "rain"
1. A cut of plum blossoms·The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed behind the scenes. Author Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty
The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed behind the door, forgetting youth and missing out on youth. Enjoyable things, who cares? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.
The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and there are thousands of crying marks, and thousands of crying marks. I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit. < /p>
When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan.
How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
4. A touch of Daishan Mountain in the distance looks poetic and picturesque in the hazy smoke. In the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, you and I hold a handful of oil paper
5. There are thousands of tender feelings on the rainy night, and you can't bear to get drunk in it.
6. The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and blows them down like stars like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
7. I like rain because I love you. On rainy days we were under a cozy umbrella. 9. Please ask for ten poems about rain
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi"
The desire to wear clothes Wet apricot blossoms rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling. ——-Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"
The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ――――Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, many towers were in the mist and rain. ――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
Lying down in the late night, listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into sleep. ―――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ――――Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three drops of rain are falling in front of the mountain――― How many. ――――Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -----Du Mu's "Qingming"
The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange.
――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake"
The broken mountains and rivers are blown by the wind and fluttering catkins, and the ups and downs of one's life are shaken by the rain――――Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
Kongshan Xin After the rain, the weather comes late in autumn————(Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountain")
I came to Wu in the cold rainy night, and I saw off my guest from Chushan in the bright light—— (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower")
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