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 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")
The tall buildings in the city connect to the wilderness, the sea and the sky The sadness is overwhelming.
The turbulent wind stirred the hibiscus water, and the dense rain slanted into the Xili wall.
The mountains and trees cover thousands of miles of sight, and the river flows like nine ileum.
When I came to Baiyue Tattoo Place, I felt like my music and writings were stagnant in the same hometown.
——Han Yu's "Climbing the Tower of Liuzhou and sending a message to Zhangting to seal the four states"