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.
It's hard to get on the road when it's raining and windy, and the muddy wilderness grass grows wildly. This year's long drought turned into a disaster, and the rainstorm suddenly turned into an ocean. ?
The mountains are full of bluestones, and the high pavilion is misty and rainy. Look at the suspicious dust on Huting Island. There are ten thousand pots of jade pools in the sky.
The rain relentlessly turned into a disaster, moving rapidly from south to north. Who lives a humble life? It is a disaster to wash away the mountain village.
Finally, it rained, dragonflies scrambled, and swallows flew obliquely to the north and west. Ge boat is like a maze, pigeons reciprocate. Is this a mystery?
Clouds sell rain, it's not sunny, and there are tears in the colorful tide. Silence suddenly came in the evening, and summer flowers fell silent.
The mountains are covered with green and hidden colors, but I miss yesterday's peaches in my humble room. The light rain has not stopped, and pedestrians look like lambs from a distance.
Give Zeng Aigu a kind heart and be poetic for six years. Although the artistic conception is low and high at night, joy is coming at this time.
Grass is green in the window, and umbrellas are light in the street. Although guanxian likes the rain in Mao Mao, there will be double flowers on another day.
Is the amphibious grass flower terrible and cold? Many chrysanthemums had new makeup in the Ming Dynasty. Love lotus is turbid without dye, and the leading holiday in June is also fragrant.
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
Hit the window lattice and moisten things. The branches are in bud, and there are many dreams in a good flower season.
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"
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 "Fishing Songs"
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Zhinan monk "Jueju"
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night-Wang Wei: Living on the mountain in autumn.