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Poems about Shuyu 1. Poems about rain

Poems about rain

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. —— Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. ——Du Mu's "Qingming"

The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——Zhinan's "Quequatrains"

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine. ——Liu Yuxi's "One of Two Poems on Bamboo Branches"

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. ——Wang Wei's "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains"

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"

Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. ——Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. ——Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents the Eighteen Members of the Water Department"

The clouds in the stream are beginning to rise, and the sun is sinking into the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building. ——Xu Hun's "East Tower of Xianyang City"

Last night it was rainy and windy, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a heavy sleep. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream: The Rain and the Wind Last Night"

Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I returned. ——Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo·March 7th"

The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. ——Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo·March 7th"

It is good when the water is shining and clear, but it is also strange when the mountains are empty and covered with rain. ——Su Shi's "Two Poems on Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake·Part 2"

I lay down at night listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse glaciers. ——Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

Jun asked about the return date but it was not yet scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond. ——Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"

In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, many towers were in the mist and rain. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

How can I cut the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ——Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"

In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. ——Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha Ling·The gurgling rain outside the curtain"

Look at the red and wet place at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. ——Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. ——Wei Yingwu's "Xi Jian of Chuzhou"

The fallen flower man is independent, and the weak and swift swallows fly together. —— Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal: High Locks on the Tower after Dream"

A glass of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a lamp in the rainy night of the rivers and lakes for ten years. ——Huang Tingjian's "Send to Huang Jifu"

Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"

The orchid buds at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, the sandy road among the pines is clear of mud, and the raindrops are crying at dusk. ——Su Shi's "Huanxisha·Visit to Qishui Qingquan Temple"

2. 20 poems to describe the rain scene

Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return .--Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.

————- 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" The mountains are green and the original white Manchuria is green, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

In April in the countryside (the mountains are green and the rivers are full of white), black clouds roll over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jump into the boat. The ground wind comes and blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky.

On June 27th, Su Shi wrote a drunken poem in Wanghu Tower, a dream of spring. The rain often floated the tiles, and the wind was dissatisfied with the flags all day long. The red building looked cold across the rain, and the bead-foil floating lanterns returned alone. At dusk, the rain The pear blossoms are behind closed doors. Seven or eight stars are outside, and there are two or three rains in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon in the West River" During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls. -----Du Mu's "Qingming" The clear water is beautiful when the water shines brightly, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange.

―――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and the Later Rain on the Lake" After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn———— (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") The river rain is lingering, the rivers and the grass are all over the mountains. The rain in the sky is also strange, the rain is about to come, the wind is filling the building, the rain has passed, the sky is broken, the virginity is broken, but the Bashan is raining at night, lying down in the middle of the night, listening to the wind blowing the rain, the heavy rain falling, the swallows, the white rain, the random beads, jumping into the boat, good rain, knowing the time, the sound of wind and rain coming at night, the rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival. , the pedestrians on the road want to die. The fallen flowers are independent, and the swift swallows fly together. Seven or eight stars are outside, and it rains at two or three points in front of the mountain. The cold rain flows across the river at night into Wu, and I see off my guests in the lonely Chushan Mountain at dawn. The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is watery. There is smoke in the east, the sun rises in the west, and it rains in the west. It is sunny but there is sunshine, and there is mist and rain. In my life, there is no wind, rain, no sunshine, and chilly 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 was so angry that I leaned against the railing and the rain stopped. It was already dusk and I was alone and worried, and it was even more windy and rainy. Green bamboo hats, green raincoats, 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 the curtains of late autumn 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, 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. In the prime of life, listening to the rain, the big gangs of locusts colonized with their pipes and exploded in Kun's passenger boat. The clouds in the river were low and the wild geese were 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 late in the day, 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 on 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 from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon.

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. ..

3. Poems about rain

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. - Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. - Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are falling in front of the mountain. - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

The light rain on the streets in the sky is as moist as a crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water"

The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. -Wei Yingwu's "West Stream of Chuzhou"

The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. - "Quatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty

During the yellow plum season, it rains every house, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. - Song Dynasty Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation"

Green bamboo hats, green coir rain clothes, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. - Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"

The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. - "Quequatrains" by Monk Zhinan

The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. -Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties, there are 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 fall into sleep. -Lu You, "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. - Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"

The clear water is beautiful when the water shines brightly, and the mountains are empty and covered with rain, 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, the wind flutters the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs. - Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

The rain hates the clouds and the clouds are sad, but Jiangnan is still called a 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"

4. Poems describing rain

"Spring Dawn")

2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the willow wind blows on the face without chilling . ―――――Lu You, "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

Good rain knows the season: "Happy Rain on a Spring Night")

4. There is no rain on the mountain road. -----Du Mu's "Qingming"

Only when the water shines brightly and the sun shines brightly will the weather be clear. ――――Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

Seven or eight stars are out in the sky. (Du Fu: "Drinking the First Clear Rain on the Lake")

The rain hates the clouds, and the weather is late for autumn————(Wang Wei.

It was windy and rainy last night. Spring is happening. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"

Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain.

——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips"

Pink butterflies dance across the threshold, the guest houses are green and willow-colored, with green coir raincoats. They see off guests in Chushan alone in the bright light, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

A bit before dawn until dawn: "In the Mountain")

The cold rain is falling on the river at night, and no one is crossing the boat in the wild: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower")

9. The morning rain in Weicheng is filled with light dust,

The broad clouds on the river are low and the wild geese are calling in the west wind,

The red candles are dimly lit,

There are stars in the temples, and pedestrians on the road are about to break. Soul, the mountains are empty and covered with rain. It is also strange. The iron horse glaciers come into my dream. The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. The iron horse glaciers come into my dream. (Wang Changling. (Du Mu, the sky is green and the clothes are wet.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless. - Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher Song"

The clothes are wet with apricot blossom rain. (Lu You. ——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"

The spring tide brings rain late, and the weather comes later than autumn. (Su Shi. Do you know that the curtains are rolled up and the rain is light in the evening. - Su Shi "The first clear sky on the drinking lake" "Later Rain"

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating. (Meng Haoran.

In the prime of life, people are listening to the rain in the boat, when spring comes, life is ups and downs, and the rain is falling - Wen Tianxiang's "Guo Lingding" "Ocean"

After the new rain in the empty mountain (Wang Wei, the begonias remain the same. - Wang Wei's "The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

The Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties: "The Fisherman's Song")

6. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")

There is no rain on the mountain road: "Qingming")

8. When I go to Wu in the cold rainy night, I know how many flowers have fallen. The guest house is green and the willows are new, and the sky is green and wet people's clothes——(Wang Wei, I know how many flowers have fallen.——Wei Yingwu, "Chuzhou West Stream" < /p>

Poppy? How many terraces are there in the mist and rain? Try the person behind the curtain: "In the Mountain")

5. Qing Ruo Li (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er"). "Shi Anxi")

10. It is good when the water is shining and the sky is clear. (Zhang Zhihe.

Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house. ---- "Quequatrains" by Monk Zhinan < /p>

The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty - Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and I see off my guests in Chushan in the clear day——(Wang Changling, (Wang Wei: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower")

.The sound of wind and rain at night; listening to the rain

Jiang Jie

The young man listens to Yuge upstairs, in front of the two or three o'clock rain mountain ——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

Even with the sound of wind and rain at night, the south of the Yangtze River is still known as a beauty: "A storm breaks out on November 4th")

7. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily and the green bamboo hats are covered with rain. , the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")

3. The good rain knows the season, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return, do you know the green raincoat?

5 . Poems about rain

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher Song" The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. .

————- Monk Zhinan's "Quequa" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light, and the guest house is green and the willows are new. ——- Wang Wei's "Send the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" The Four Hundred and Eighty Temple in the Southern Dynasties. , How many towers are there in the mist and rain? ——- Du Mu’s "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier falls into sleep. ——- Lu You's "The Great 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 o'clock rain in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" The sound of wind and rain at night, flowers. It’s hard to know how much. ——Meng Haoran’s “Spring Dawn” It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls.

-----Du Mu's "Qingming" The water is bright and clear, and 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 by the wind and fluttering catkins, and the ups and downs of one's life are covered by the rain――――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, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") The cold rain continues on the river at night, and I see off the solitary Chushan in the clear day————(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"). The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell 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. In the late 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 is cold and rainy at night, and I come to Wu, and I see off my guests from Chushan in the clear day.

(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 9. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi") 10. The clear water 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 after the Clear Rain") The river is raining heavily, the grass on the river is empty, the mountain is empty, the rain is strange, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind is full, the building is full of rain, 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 raindrops are falling, and they jump into the boat. Good rain knows the season. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. Rain falls heavily during the Qingming Festival. People on the road want to lose their souls. The fallen flowers are independent. 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 at dawn. 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 misty rain in my life. 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 dance on the pavilion and the singing platform stopped at the beginning of the shower. The wind was always blown away by the wind and rain.

I was so angry that I was leaning against the railing. It was already dusk when the rain had stopped, and I was alone and worried. It was even more windy and rainy. Green bamboo hat, green raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle, no need to go back to the red building to look at each other in the cold rain. Bead foil floating lanterns go back to the small building alone to listen to the spring rain all night. I sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty and ask about the return date. 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 the curtains of late autumn 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, 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 the rain song upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The broad 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 already stars on my temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from moment to moment until dawn.

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 sycamore trees, 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, Xia Yu (Yinyu, the word is this), snow, rain, wind and wild wind, March evening, 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.

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 in every house. Frogs and jade figures are everywhere in the green grass ponds. Lonely and full of tears, a pear blossom brings rain and hates the clouds in spring. The south of the Yangtze River 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 "Qingpingle" The rain and the bells are chilling and the cicadas are sad.

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.

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 back, 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 Yuefu poem of the Han Dynasty "Long Song Xing" I don't know the details. Who cuts out the leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors -------- Tang He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows" The light rain in the sky street is as moist as crisp, but there is no grass color from a distance but no grass up close.

The most beautiful thing about spring is the willows that fill the imperial capital with smoke - Tang Dynasty Han Yu's "Early Spring Presented to Zhang Shiba of the Water Department" A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo, 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 chaotic flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.

――――Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. ――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat on the wild crossing.

————Wei Yingwu’s “Chuzhou West Stream” is an ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are particularly red——Yang Wanli’s “Walking off from Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang at dawn” during the yellow plum season It rains every family.

6. Poems about rain

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Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - ―Zhang Zhihe, "Fisher's Song"

My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. ――――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 at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into my dream. ―――――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 mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain is beating the peaches――――Wen Tianxiang "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")

It’s a cold rainy night in Wu, and I see off the solitary Chushan guest in the bright light———— (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower")

. The sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers falling How much do you know? (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling 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, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain")

5. Green bamboo hats, Green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. (Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song")

6. In the late 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. I came to Wu in the cold and rainy night, and I saw off my guest in Chu Shangu in the clear day. (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower")

9. The morning rain in Weicheng is filled with light dust, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi")

10. The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. (Su Shi: "Drinking the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake")

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7. Describe the rain Verses

Yingwu's "Secluded Residence": Although the noble and the humble are different, they all have camps when they go out.

There is no external attachment, so this is the feeling of living in seclusion. The light rainy night has come, and I don’t know how spring grass grows.

Suddenly dawn has dawned on the green hills, and birds are singing around the house. Sometimes they are walking with Taoist figures, or following the woodcutter. When you are safe and careless, who can call you Bo Shirong?

Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Bai Juyi's "The White-haired Man in Shangyang": "The shadow of Geng Geng behind the broken lamp on the wall, the rustle of the dark rain hitting the window" (excerpt) Jiang Kui's "Ping Fu doesn't want to go when he sees the move": I am old and have no intention of listening. Orchestra, it is not convenient to have a glass of wine when you are sick. The rain before autumn is rare in life, so beg me to sleep comfortably in the empty hall.

Su Shi's "Ding Fengbo": Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.

The steep spring breeze blows and wakes me up. It is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there is no wind, rain or eyesight.

(My favorite, haha) Fang Yue's "Listening to the Rain": Listening to the rain while sleeping in the bamboo studio, moss grows in the dream. The door is facing the lonely mountain, and the bird is not guessing.

Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream": There is a lonely grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

The first of Wang Zao's "Two Poems on Immediate Matters": The swallows will speak of their young in the deep summer, and there is not much shade in the green locust garden. When it rains at the west window, no one can see it, and the plantains spread out for several feet.

Wen Tong's "Hokusai After the Rain": After the rain, two birds come to occupy the bamboo, and in the deep autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers. Zheng Wenbao's "Liu Zhi Ci": Pavilions and pavilions are painted in the spring pool, until the pedestrians are half drunk; regardless of the smoke and wind and rain, they will cross the Yangtze River south of the Yangtze River.

Xu Fu's "Spring Tour in the Lake": When will the swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water. When the spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, the small boat pushes out of the willow shade.

"April in the Countryside" by Weng Juan: The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation": During the Huangmei season, it rains every house, and there are frogs everywhere in the green grass pond. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.

(What a beautiful artistic conception) Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower": It's cold and rainy night when I enter Wu, and I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.

Wen Tingyun's "Geng Liu Zi": The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and true suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.

(Too beautiful to be speechless) Dai Shulun's "Suxi Pavilion": It's late in spring when the swallows don't return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the mist and rain. Li Shangyin: I asked you about your return date, but it rained in Bashan at night and the autumn ponds swelled.

Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

There are many lyrics, such as rain in June, coming to Taipei to watch the rain in winter, meteor shower, rain keeps falling, red rain, blue rain, rain not tears, are you okay in a foreign country, there is a cloud made of rain in the wind, Wait, these songs all have lyrics about rain. You can check them out. It’s so easy.

1. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.

(Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") 3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Spring Night Joyful Rain") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and wet people's clothes. (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") 5. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.

(Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song") 6. Lying down in the late night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier. (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. The cold rain falls on the river at night, and I see off my guests in Chu Shangu at dawn. (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 9. The morning rain in Weicheng is filled with light dust, and the guesthouses 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 the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake") Green bamboo hats and 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 willow wind blows on your face without chilling .

――――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 flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. ——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sha·Momo Qinghan Goes Up to the Small Building" The wind and rain are miserable, and the rooster crows.

Now that I have seen a gentleman, why should I not be barbaric? The wind and rain are blowing, and the rooster crows. Now that I've seen a gentleman, how can I not be confused? The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless.

Now that I have seen a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? ——Book of Songs "Wind and Rain" 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 rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you! ——"Shangxie" by Yuefu of the Han Dynasty Far away is the Altair star, and the bright and clear river is a Han woman.

Slender and simple hands, playing tricks on the machine. The whole day is unfinished, and the tears are as cold as rain; the river is clear and shallow, how much longer it is! There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.

——"The Faraway Altair" by Yuefu of the Han Dynasty. It's like water pouring from the east, but there is no sun returning to the west.

The night raindrops fall on the empty steps, and the light leaves the room darkly at dawn. When we feel sorry for each other and we all stop drinking, when will we get together to share our feelings? ——He Xun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, "Farewell at night before leaving for the old travels" I have been thinking about the guest for a long time, and I have traveled thousands of miles alone.

The river is dark and the rain is about to come, and the waves are white and the wind is beginning to rise. ——He Xun sent each other off during the Southern and Northern Dynasties. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night.

——"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. There are thousands of miles in Qingcao Lake, but one person walks in the yellow plum rain. I'm worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach, the sound of the wind turning the dark waves and the boats.

——"Lang Tao Sha" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The wind returns, the clouds break, the rain begins to clear, and the lakeside is warm and bright again. The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly.

The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy in flight, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole language has not been completed. I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year.

——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Morning in South Lake" The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate.

——"Pipa Parade" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun is setting. Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping.

——Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty, "Willow Branches" Early in the morning, the cicadas crow and then stop, and the remaining lights go out and light up again. I heard it raining at night through the window, and the sound of bananas came first.

——Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty.

8. Poems about rain

Happy Rain on a Spring Night Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the fire on the river boats is only bright.

Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

The light rain in early spring Han Yu

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

Appointment with Zhao Shixiu

During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.

On June 27th, Su Shi wrote drunken books at Wanghu Tower.

Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.

The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.

Night Rain Sends to the North by Li Shangyin

You asked about the return date but it has not yet been announced. 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?

Listening to the Rain Jiang Jie

The young man was listening to the song of rain upstairs, the tent was dimly lit by red candles. A middle-aged man listens to the rain in a boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese cry out in the west wind. Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, there are already stars on his temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, every step of the way, every moment until dawn.

Listening to the Rain Fang Yue

Listening to the rain while sleeping in the bamboo studio, moss grows in the dream.

The door is facing the lonely mountain, and the body is idle and the birds don’t guess.

9. Poems about rain scenes

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. —— Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"