Ancient poems describing spring rain:
"Quatrain: A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree" Zhinan [Song Dynasty]
A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff is used. Help me across the bridge.
The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" Du Fu [Tang Dynasty]
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 river boats are only bright with fire.
Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
"Spring Rain" by Li Shangyin [Tang Dynasty]
I lie down in white Chinese New Year gown, with a sparse white door and a lot of regrets.
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone.
The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.
How can the jade seals and seals be reached? A wild goose flies in the clouds thousands of miles away.