Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"
The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the face is not cold when it blows Wind in the Willows. ――――Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"
The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. ――――Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the mist and rain. ――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fell 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, two or three rains in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
The sound of wind and rain at night is known by the falling flowers. 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 water is bright and sunny, but the mountains are empty and rainy. ――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake"
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain is beating down the rafts――――Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
Kongshan Xin After the rain, the weather comes late in autumn————(Wang Wei: "Dwelling in the Mountains in Autumn")
There is no rain on the mountain roads, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountains")
I come to Wu in the cold rainy night, and I see off my guest from Chushan in the bright light——(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower")
The sound of wind and rain at night is known by the falling flowers. How many. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn"
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After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. (Wang Wei: "Dwelling in the Mountains in Autumn")
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Spring Night Joyful Rain")
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and wet people's clothes (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain")
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanted There is no need to return to the wind and drizzle. (Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song")
Lying down at night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier. (Lu You: "It's stormy on November 4th")
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
I came to Wu at night in the cold rain, and I saw off my guest in Chushan in the clear day. (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower")
In the morning rain in Weicheng, there is light dust, and the guest houses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi")
The clear sky is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake at First Sunny and Later Rain")
The river is raining and the river is full of grass.
The mountains are empty and the rain is strange.
The mountain rain is about to come. The whole building is full
After the rain, the sky is clear and the virginity is broken
But when it rains at night in Bashan
Lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain
Heavy rain falls Youyan
The white raindrops jump into the boat
A good rain knows the season
The sound of wind and rain at night
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to Broken soul.
The fallen flower man is independent, and the light swift swallows fly together.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain.
The cold rain is coming down the river at night. Wu, Pingming sees off guests in Chushangu.
The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is sluggish and smoke
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and it is sunny but sunny
I can live my whole life in mist and rain
There is neither wind or rain nor sunshine
The chill is miserable. Facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside.
On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain.
I was so angry that I leaned against the railing and the rain stopped.
It was already dusk and I was sad alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to go home in the slanting wind and drizzle
The red building faces each other across the rain, the cold beads and foil floating lanterns go home alone
A night in the small building Listening to the spring rain in the deep alleys, selling apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty
You asked about the return date, but 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?
In the morning rain in Weicheng, the dust is clear, and the guest houses are green and the willows are new
In the past, I went there, and the willows clung to them; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling
Xi Xixi The valley wind brings clouds and rain
I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier comes to my dream
The light rain in the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not close
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty
In late autumn, thousands of families are raining, and the sunset is blowing in the wind on the balcony
The water is clear and the mountains are empty. The rain is also strange
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
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Jiang Jie
The young man listens to Yuge upstairs,
The tent is darkened by red candles.
A man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat,
The vast clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut,
There are stars on my temples.
Sorrows, joys and sorrows are always ruthless,
One step at a time until dawn.
The only thing I can't forget is the past and present. The dusk mist and spring rain are crossing the maple bridge.
The rain is strong and the wind is good and evil, but don’t be tired of the thatched cottage being low.
After the rain, the grass is fragrant and the sun is setting. The apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallows are fragrant.
In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasty, many towers were in the mist and rain.
Last night it was windy and rainy. 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 and red skin.
The sycamore tree is also drizzled, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how can one, the word "sorrow" be so good?
The sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night. If you don't know how to leave love, you will suffer. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. .
Winter thunder bursts, summer rain (Yin Yu, the word is this) snow
Rain and wind blow wildly at the end of March, the door is covered 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.
Happy spring is gone, and it will rain at some time.
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain.
Drop the curtains, and the two swallows return in the drizzle.
In the yellow plum season, it rains every house, and there are frogs everywhere in the green grass and ponds
The jade face is lonely and the tears are dry, and a pear blossom brings rain in spring
The rain hates the clouds and is sad, Jiangnan is still called Beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips"
Pink butterflies dance across the threshold, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening. ——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"
Yulin Ling
The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in 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 me how much leisure time I have. Yichuan Tobacco fills the city. Plum yellow Shiyu. .
Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already covered with ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is full of smoke and willows all over the imperial capital - Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Presented to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water"
The red and purple colors have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo is a new sign of summer ------ --- Song Dynasty Lu You's "Early Summer Quatrains"
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. --- Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi"
Zhan Yi The rain of apricot blossoms wets my face, 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 guesthouses are green and willows are new. ――――Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the mist and rain. ――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fell 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, two or three rains in front of the mountain——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
The sound of wind and rain at night is known by the falling flowers. 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"