Modern poems on the rain at night 1. What poems describe "It suddenly rains in the middle of the night"?
1, a note to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
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.
When you ask about the date of return, it's hard to say clearly. It rained cats and dogs all night in Bashan, and the autumn pool was full. When to go home, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face what it's like to rain late.
2. Water Fairy Night Rain
Yuan Dynasty: Xu Zaisi
Accompanied by leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. Snuff, chess is not closed, sigh Xinfeng stay for a long time. After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.
Every drop of rain on the leaves of the plane makes people feel the deep autumn. Every drop of rain on banana leaves makes people feel deeply worried. The dream of going home at night lasted until after midnight. Snuff knocked off the chess pieces and lamented that the scribes in Xinfeng solitary hall were arrested. The scene of ten years of official struggle, the worries of parents in Jiangnan hometown, all came to mind at once.
3. Long waves and rainy nights make autumn.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Rainy nights make autumn, right in my heart. Teach him to cherish romantic life. Who is sick to the end, who is more shameful.
A secret wish is hard to come true if it is not stopped. The bead curtain rolls around the moon like a building. Recalling happy times is really like dreaming, and dreams must stay.
The patter of rain at night, ticking out a cold autumn day, just shed deep thoughts in my heart. You must cherish yourself and protect your elegant charm. Who the hell are you sick of? Who are you so shy about? The cherished mind never stops, and the desire in the heart is difficult to realize. I rolled up the bead curtain around and let the moonlight fill the small building. Memories of the days together are really like a beautiful dream. Even if it is a dream, I will try to keep it.
4. Magnolia Officinalis was sent to Fen Liang southbound at the beginning of slow autumn rain.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Looking forward to the delivery of Xinghe, I was shocked into the night and turned to Qing business. Butterflies in Tashi Garden, gently turning over musk deer powder, secretly turn yellow. It's very cold. A leisurely glance, even a little, stirs my heart. It should be a visit to Fujian, and it's time to have a taste.
Suspected general. Ink painting sparse window, lonely shadow light xiaoxiang. Qian Yi left Gao Wu, lit half a candle and discussed everything. Lotus skirt. Wind shear, ask tonight, who and Gai Yuanyang. Since then, I have been worried about everything and my dreams have been divided.
Looking forward to the appearance of the Milky Way, it happened that there was a sad autumn rain at night. In a flash, butterflies and bees in the garden flew up and fled in a hurry. Is it warm or cold? It's easy to rain on autumn nights, but the sound of rain tonight is heartbreaking. It should be because this is the time to leave friends, so this autumn rain is so heartbreaking.
Autumn drizzle falls on the sparse window, and the raindrop imprint seems to be an ink painting painted on the screen. Could you please carefully weigh the tall buttonwood tree and the burnt-out candle, so as not to add sadness to the pond at this time? The lotus leaf has been blown off by the autumn wind. Who will cover Yuanyang instead of the lotus leaf tonight? You will walk a long way on the road, and you will be very tired after that. When you wake up, you will only be accompanied by a chilling voice of sadness.
5, the river is red, the night rain is cold, and suddenly the military heart is moved.
Song Dynasty: Liu Kezhuang
Carve a dagger on the shining armor and remember the day when Yuanmen was just established. Grinding the shield nose and waving a thousand pieces of paper, the dragon and snake are still wet. Iron horses hiss and camp in the cold, and build ships to cross the wind and waves at night. Who's pathetic? The ape's arm is so general that it's useless.
Ping Rongze, join the army. Scattered, not carefully cleaned. Pass on the tea classics and review them irregularly. I'm afraid the guests will say elm jam and teach my children to recite the Collection of Flowers. I'm not as strong as a man, so why not?
Translation: I remembered that at the beginning, in the Shuaifu, I was wearing golden armor and holding a carving; In the army, I wrote thousands of papers with a pen and ink, but I haven't done it yet. At dawn, the cold invaded people, and the horses in armor screamed and went to the battlefield; In the dark, the wind roared and the raging waves surged, and tall warships scrambled to cross the river. When Li Guang made many achievements, it finally fell into the hands of Shu Ren. Who sympathizes with this injustice?
Those poems that record the life of the army are going to be lost, and they are too lazy to tidy up. I can only kill time by burning incense and cooking tea. Now, I'm afraid people will talk about frontier fortress. Let's teach children to read Flower Collection for the time being. I just sigh that you are not as good as you were when you were young!
2. What poems describe "It suddenly rains in the middle of the night"?
1, the spring tide brought rain late and hurried, and there was no boat to cross the field.
-Interpretation of Wei's Xixi Chuzhou: The spring tide is constantly rising, accompanied by continuous drizzle. There is no one at the wilderness ferry, only a small boat leisurely crosses the water.
2. On the autumn night in Huainan, Gao Zhai heard the geese coming. -Wei Wuying's Interpretation of Yan Wen: In the long night of autumn rain in Huainan, the high house sits alone and listens to the geese.
3, lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will pick up the light to mend clothes at night. -Interpretation of He Zhu's "Half-dead Children Crossing Nagato Again": Lying on an empty bed and listening to the bitter wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness.
Who else will mend my clothes late at night? 4. Entering Jiangwu on a cold rainy night, seeing guests off in solitude.
-Interpretation of Wang Changling's "Parting with Xin Qiji at Furong Inn": misty rain, endless nights; Seeing you off in the morning, I feel lonely and sad about Chushan. 5, when * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the late rain.
-Interpretation of Li Shangyin's "A Note to a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night": When you come back, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face, what is the taste of rainy night? 6. But now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I folded.
-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" Interpretation: Last night, the wind and rain continued, and the beautiful spring flowers were blown down. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.
-Interpretation of Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow: Looking at the moon in the palace and listening to songs on rainy nights. 8, lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
-Interpretation of Lu You's November 4th Storm: The night is drawing to a close. I was lying in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt vaguely that I was riding a horse in armor across the frozen river.
3. Modern Rain Poems
1. Light rain rustles underground,
Watered the seedlings with green water,
Destroyed hope.
Light rain rustles underground,
I looked up,
Where is the hometown of rain?
Light rain rustles underground,
Dedication,
How can people not shed tears of gratitude?
2. Wind and rain
The wind always apologizes.
Ray is always unfriendly.
When I was still on my way home
The clouds began to splash.
originally
I don't care about the little things.
then
It's everywhere.
I didn't shelter from the rain.
god
I have no umbrella.
hurried
Bump into your arms
From this time on.
Walk into the wind and rain all your life
3. Rain scene in the lotus pond
Qing Su Hu lane
Sparse rain,
Slowly falling into the water,
There are ripples.
The wind blows the sunset,
Pale purple.
Li Andong,
Ye shengbo,
Raindrops,
Singing in the pool,
One night, with the sunset in Yu He,
In autumn, thousands of miles of waves.
4. Rainy cities
yesterday
It is raining in this city.
From morning till night.
From east to west
The continuous rain is chilling.
Scattered but restrained.
Lilac complex
In the misty rain
Countless eager eyes
Gather into a bright starry sky
Once familiar city
Why did it suddenly rain?
A dripping and chic display
Sadness is
Tightness of reinforced concrete
A storm is coming.
Lightning flashed across
Tear open the canopy.
Rain is tears.
Tears are rain.
The pouring river is surging.
Flooding the face of the city
The dream-chasing soul fled and fell.
On the emerging edge of the city
Sadness is scattered all over the floor. There are many here. I tried my best. 0v0 is expected.
4. Seek modern poems about rain.
1, "It's raining" The lead clouds buried the sunlight in the dark corner, and the church bells awakened the sleeping heart. White wings struggled to escape from the devil's palm, and angel's tears fell on the ocean and patted the injured wings. 2. "The Sound of Rain" I like to stand by the window and listen to the sound of rain in the quiet night. The sound of ticking jumps in my heart like cheerful notes. The smell of quiet nights always reminds me of the yellowed past. The past passed before my eyes. What will never disappear is the yearning and hope in my heart. 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 hiking trip without water in this 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.
5. Modern Poetry Related to Rain
Modern Poetry about Rain: 1 "Rain Farewell" Author: Shu Tingquan Poetry: I really want to open the car door and run to your side and cry on your shoulder: "I can't help it, I really can't help it!" I really want to hold your hand and escape to the sky and fields in Chuqing, without flinching or looking back.
I really want to gather all my tenderness, so that you can finally wake up with a look that can't be appealed. I really want to, really want to ... my pain has turned into sadness. I can't think enough and I can't speak.
2, "Enlightenment in the Rain" Author: Xi Murong Quanshi: If rain remains after rain, if sorrow remains after sorrow, please let me face this parting calmly, leave, and continue to look for an impossible person, you. 3, "Rain Lane" Author: Dai Wangshu's whole poem: A person walks in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is as sad as lilac, as sad as lilac in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering in this lonely rain lane. She is as cold, sad and sad as I am. Take another breath. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and floating around me like a clove. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, her color dispersed and her fragrance dissipated. Even her breath, lilac-like melancholy, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandered alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane.
6. What are the poems describing rain at the foot of the mountain?
1. Lying in the dead of night, listening to the wind and rain, Tiema Glacier fell asleep. 1 1 On April 4th, we made two stormy land trips.
2. The sky is raining, the autumn is crisp, the grass is close at hand, but there is no Han Yu in early spring.
3. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
4. In late autumn, when the sun sets, there are thousands of rain curtains on the balcony and a flute wind. The title is "Your Excellency, Shui Ge, Kaiyuan Temple, Xuanzhou" Du Mu.
5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to belong to Zhang in "The Fisherman's Egret flies in front of the Cisse Mountain"
1. Explanation:
2. As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I was riding a horse in armor and crossing the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
3. There is a lot of drizzle over the Capital Avenue, which is as delicate and moist as ghee. The grass colors are faintly connected in the distance, but it looks sparse and sporadic when you look closely.
Living in a small building, listening to the spring rain all night, you will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.
Thousands of people outside the curtain bear the autumn, and the melodious flute is heard from the setting sun.
6. An old man on the river bank, wearing a blue bamboo hat and green hemp fiber, braved the oblique wind and drizzle and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home after the rain.
2. Appreciate:
7. "Sleeping at night and listening to the wind and rain" is followed by two sentences. I can't sleep at night because I want to. If I can't sleep, I can feel the wind and rain of nature more truly. From the storms of nature, I thought of the stormy country. From that stormy country, I naturally think of the storm of war and my youthful military life. In this way, while listening and thinking, I turned to a special dream-"Iron Horse Glacier". "Dreaming" reflected the sadness of political reality: the poet wanted to serve the country but was rejected, so he could not kill the enemy, and his feelings of defending the enemy could only be shaped in his dream. The Dream of Tiema Glacier is the result of the poet's thinking day and night, which vividly expresses the poet's heroism. This is also the aspiration of a generation of people with lofty ideals and the national justice of the Southern Song Dynasty.
8. The first sentence describes the light rain in early spring, using "moist as crisp" to describe its smoothness and wetness, writing its characteristics very accurately, and using beautiful words and sentences. There is also Du Fu's "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently "has the same effect." The second sentence closely follows the first sentence, which describes the scenery after the rain. It's green from a distance, but it's not green from a close look. It depicts the hazy scene of grass soaking in rain in early spring. This can be compared with Wang Wei's "Fogs, when I enter them, they disappear" and "The color of the mountain exists and does not exist".
9. "The small building listens to the spring rain for one night", which means that the spring rain is like melancholy. When reading this poem, don't let go of the word "overnight" easily. It just implies that the poet stayed up all night, worrying about the country and the people, and with the sound of rain, he rushed to his brow. Li Shangyin's "Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain" is based on the premise of dry lotus to listen to the rain. Lu You writes more implicitly and profoundly here. Although he used more lively words, his intention was to express his depression and melancholy. It was against the background of beautiful spring scenery that he was in sharp contrast with his feeling of loneliness.
10. First, the dense rain in late autumn is like hanging rain curtains for thousands of families; First, at sunset, the balcony under the setting sun makes melodious flute sounds in the evening breeze. Two scenes: one cloudy and one sunny; A hazy, a bright. It is difficult to appear at the same time in reality. However, when the poet faced Mr. Shui's heaven and earth in Kaiyuan Temple, this impression, though not at the same time, belonged to the same place, which together formed a comprehensive and lasting impression on Xuancheng and Wanxi. The world has maintained this face for a long time in the long river of time. In this way, the cultural relics are gone, and the feeling of the scenery is still stronger and stronger. The objective world is long, but the life of singing and crying from generation to generation is limited. This made the poet think deeply, so the poet's nostalgia for Fan Li floated in his heart, and he missed seeing each other, only to see a jagged smoke tree in the direction of the five lakes.
1 1. "Bamboo, bamboo, don't go back to the oblique wind and drizzle" was written by them. "Dai" is a kind of hat made of bamboo silk and blue bamboo leaves. "Hemp fiber" is a raincoat made of plant leaves or skins. If Gracilaria lemaneiformis is used as raw material, it is green. Go home. "Not going home" means that you don't have to go home. Although the author only describes the fisherman's fishing life in general, readers can fully understand the meaning of these words through their own imagination. From the fisherman wearing a bamboo hat and hemp fiber and enjoying the scenery on the spring in the oblique wind and drizzle, readers can appreciate the happy mood of the fisherman when fishing.
7. Poems about the rainy autumn night
Notes for a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night is very famous. When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * blew candles at the west window, it was yellow and rainy. Li shangyin
I used the Tang poetry index to look up a few poems that are not particularly famous for you:
Autumn wind, Wan Li Furong country, yellow rain, thousand cups (end of sound), Licun-autumn stay in Xiangjiang River in the rain ()
After the autumn rain, the fallen leaves return to their roots-everlasting regret (Bai Juyi)
I want to see you with a bottle of wine, so that you can get some comfort at night. But how can I find his footprints among the fallen leaves piled up on the bare hillside! ? -A poem written for Taoist Chuanjiaoshan (Wei)
Moreover, after a night in Shan Yu, the trees are full of spring. -Bao Zizhou's ambassador Li (Wang Wei)
The above is an excerpt. I wonder if the attachment meets your requirements.
8. What are the poems about "Night, Rain, Good Night"?
1. Autumn Night Park
Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe
Looking pale, Xiao Sao rises at dusk. The distant mountains cross the sunset, and the birds return to the plain.
Home is to say goodbye to autumn, and today the moon is full. Fishermen are like companions. They know the edge of reeds.
2. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
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.
3. "The waves of sand make the rain gurgle outside the curtain."
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
4. Country night
Song Dynasty: Lei Zhen
In a pond full of grass, the water is full of water, and the mountains cover the waves.
Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.
5. Watch Jinling at night
Tang Dynasty: Gaochan
I used to accompany the clouds to dusk, and I still accompany the sunset to the autumn sound.
There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted.
9. It rained at night. Is there any poem that can make it rain?
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night 1
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
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.
Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright. When the morning comes, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.
2, "Xijiang Moonlight Walk Huangsha Road"
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian community was next to the forest. This road turns to the creek bridge.
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
There are light clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear from time to time, and it is raining in front of the mountain. The familiar Maodian hut is still located in the Woods near the Earth Temple. Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.
3. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
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.
When you ask about the date of return, it's hard to say clearly. A night of heavy rain in Bashan filled the autumn pool. When to go home, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face what it's like to rain late.
4. "11the storm on the 4th of the month"
Song dynasty: Lu you
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
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.
I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country, not feeling sorry for my situation, but thinking about defending the country. As night was coming, I was lying in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river.
5. The drunken book of Wang Hu Building on June 27th.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
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.
Dark clouds surge up like ink, but there is a mountain on the horizon. The splash caused by heavy rain splashed on the ship like white beads and gravel. Suddenly, the wind swept in and dispersed the dark clouds all over the sky. The water in the West Lake was as blue as a mirror, bright and gentle.