Qi 'an County Houchi quatrains dating: Tang Dynasty | Author: Du Muling through the duckweed green brocade pool, Xia Ying opened a thousand roses.
No one watched the light rain all day, and the mandarin duck bathed in red.
Read the past three dynasties: Tang Dynasty | Author: Du Mu Upright asked for inspection for ten years, before the bottle, he recommended himself as a reward. Autumn mountains and spring rains are lingering, leaning against Jiangnan temple building.
It's raining heavily outside yunmen temple, and the foot of Lin Heishan is long in high rain. I've served the suburban palace before, okay? Feather forest gun.
Li Bai wrote a poem about Shuixi Temple, and the ancient wood belongs to a castle in the rock. Half awake and half drunk for three days, red and white in full bloom in the rain.
Kaiyuan Temple in Xuanzhou (the temple was placed in the Eastern Jin Dynasty) Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Xie Shucheng in Du Mu Southern Dynasties, the deepest part of Soochow. When you die, go to Hong, and hide the smoke dock in the temple. The building is 90 feet high and the corridor is surrounded by 400 columns. Up and down, the wind around the pine tree. Moss shines on Zhu Ge, and Bai Niao is bilingual. The sound of the stream enters the monk's dream and the moonlight covers it. The days when there is no scenery are also ancient and modern. Leave me a bottle of wine and watch the spring rain in front of the mountain.
Zhu Po quatrains Three Dynasties: Tang Dynasty | Author: Du Mu's old country pool leans against the Grand Canal, Jiangcheng three letters are fish letters. Jia Sheng hated exile and lived only in Changsha for the rest of his life. The smoke is deep and the moss is deep. Singing firewood makes the flowers cold and tired. The rattan bank is shaded by bamboo island, and the pool is full of spring rain. The goose tube grows in the milk fat spring hole, and the fangs hide in the swamp. When I laugh, my head shrinks, and smoke is like a snail.
Spring Rain Poems Written by Other Poets
Early Spring Rain in Lin 'an: Song Dynasty | Author: Lu You Shiwei has been as thin as gauze for many years. Who made a rider in Beijing?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Du Fu knows the rainy season and when spring will come.
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.
Enjoy people playing with bamboo after rain Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: When it rains in the south of Xue Tao, it is like snow and frost.
All kinds of people are also in fog, modest and self-sustaining.
Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early.
You can enjoy it when you are old, and you are young and energetic.
Listening to the Spring Rain at midnight Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Lu You's listening to the Spring Rain at midnight, the end and period of its occurrence. The world is full of sadness, but it is difficult to know God's will. Only when the book is born on weekdays can talents cross south. When young people smell narrowness, they caress their pillows and lament my failure.
Drunk Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Han Wo drunk looking for the Old Testament for no reason, but turned into grief.
In the quiet, there is a castle deep in the spring rain, and in the distance, there are curtains and night lights.
The wind suddenly died down, and thoughts were everywhere around the corridor.
Obviously, under the window, the smell is cut, so it is not appropriate to knock it all.
Rainy and sunny dynasties: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Jia sees flowers before the rain, but there are no flowers at the bottom of the leaves after the rain. Bees and butterflies have climbed over the wall, but spring scenery is next door.
Embrace the spring rain and listen to the spring rain dating: Song | Author: Lu you embrace and listen to the spring rain, the residual light is a little spring. The son is getting closer and closer. Where does the pavilion live?
Appreciate lotte, sigh, worry, see and send it to the DPRK: Tang Dynasty | Author: Yuan Zhen's illness, fried melancholy have turned, why say to you?
As I get older, my mood is getting lower and lower, and letters come from afar the next year.
There is electric spring rain in three winters and no frost in September.
And it's hot with Banan all year round, and everyone is equally divided at four o'clock.
Further reading: a beautiful sentence, a good sentence and a good paragraph about describing the spring rain.
Spring rain is a wonderful symphony. As the spring breeze falls on the rain door, there is only "pa … pa!" " Sound; Fell on the stone and sang "pa ... pa!" This song; Fall under the eaves and say "Dong ..." The sound of musical instruments, these sounds together, even Beethoven and Liszt are full of praise, will call Chun Yu their teacher, is a great musician of nature.
It's raining, the air is cool, the farmer's uncle is happy to watch the vegetables mature, someone walks in the rain with an umbrella, and the spring rain brings joy to people.
As soon as I went out, a cool spring breeze came to my face, with some earthy grass fragrance and some moist and fresh breath, which made me feel very comfortable and clear-headed. After a night of rain, everything in the rain seems to have completely changed and taken on a new look. Far and near tall buildings stand quietly, wet, with bright green leaves and striking green grass, as if decorated with diamond crystals.
The spring rain came to the grass. Spring rain, like a painter, dyed clumps of grass green, painted a tree green and turned flowers red. The grass is thriving, but the spring rain seems to be wanting more, and suddenly it becomes a designer, inlaid with glittering pearls on the budding flowers. Flowers are swaying in the spring breeze, swaying, just like a girl's light song and dance, and the air is still there.
Spring rain is like cow hair, like a flower needle, like the soft hair of a spring girl ... rain and fog are pervasive, and beads of rain string together to cover everything like a cloud; Spring rain is continuous, sprinkled on leaves, rustling sand, and swallowing mulberry leaves like a silkworm baby ... Spring rain falls on the eaves like 10 thousand silver threads, and a drop of water falls from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain. Spring rain, like dew, floats silently to the earth, nourishing the budding buds.
Spring rain is falling, with the spring breeze. The spring rain is sparse, dense and gray, and the houses with big trees and mountains in the distance are hazy, just like being immersed in a mist. Spring rain, like fog and non-fog, like line and non-line, like tangible and intangible ... From a distance, misty spring rain floats in mid-air like silk. Looking closely, it looks like petals sown by the goddess, dripping on trees and houses on the ground, rustling sand on the green grass, thirsty for a winter, and the earth opens its green mouth and greedily sucks the sweet rain.
On the leaves and petals, there are crystal beads. Looking closely, the water drops seem to blend heaven and earth. The earth is greener and the sky is bluer. When the sun shines on the water droplets, the water droplets twinkle like little stars ... where the spring rain falls, it is full of vitality. It is really "good rain knows the season, when spring comes." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. "
The spring rain is falling quietly, accompanied by the warm spring breeze, driving away the remnants of the winter, putting on the costumes for the spring girl and bringing hope to people.
The rain stopped and I came to the park. The park is very fresh, and the willows grow green buds, swaying slim figure in the breeze. There are still crystal dew hanging under the branches, which are crumbling, and the willows grow stronger under the moisture of spring rain; After the shower of spring rain, the flowers put on colorful dresses, clustered together, raised their childish faces and showed charming smiles; Moistened by the spring rain, the grass raises its green face and observes this wonderful world. Look, that's whispering Yanzi, looking for the home it should have in the spring rain.
The spring rain is really good! As thin as ox hair, as thin as silver thread, as if the wind could blow it away. Soon, people's roofs were covered with a layer of white smoke. Reaching for it, there is no rain at all. I only feel that the coolness sneaks into my heart and spleen from my fingertips, giving people an itchy, refreshing and comfortable feeling. It was really a spring rain that sneaked into my heart with the wind.
I was fascinated by it, and it was raining. You see, the rain will turn into magic: for a while, it looks like cow hair, for a while, it looks like silk, for a while, it looks like broken beads ... The rain is as light as fallen leaves, as thin as a needle tip, strings, strings, gently falling on the street and in people's hearts. In the sound of rain, every leaf, every clump of grass and every handful of soil in the garden has become a wonderful piano key. The fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing elegant ditties, and each note has a fantastic color.
It's raining, the rain on the ground splashed into the river, and the rain rippled on the river. Trees absorb nutrients from the rain, leaving a drop of crystal beads on their petals. The farmer's uncle quickly sowed seeds on the ground. After the fields were irrigated by rain, flowers, grass and rice grew, and the spring rain brought joy to the earth.
The air is filled with rain and fog, and the beads of rain string into a big curtain, covering everything like a cloud. Happy little swallow wears it everywhere, trying to cut the rain curtain with its tail. ...
Slowly, slowly, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it gradually becomes a water curtain in the air, and I can't see anything clearly. People are floating in a white world. The rain rushed into the arms of Mother Earth. Spring rain falls on the grass, which provides enough water for grass seeds, so that it can add a new green to the world as soon as possible; The spring rain falls in the field, and the wheat seedlings greedily suck the sweet milk; The spring rain falls on the flowers, which is particularly delicate and charming ... The rain washes away the soil and dirt, leaving it bright and beautiful.
The spring rain drops slowly, falling like countless fine needles and sprinkling in every corner. I looked at the misty filaments outside the window, looked at countless endless peaks there, and was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in the rain there!
It's raining, and a drop of rain falls from the sky. Rain whirled on the roof and fell from the eaves. Mother earth sucks the spring rain, and the flowers are straight. The spring rain brought joy to the earth.
The spring rain came to the stream, which was still sleeping. The stream flows quietly, and everything seems quiet and peaceful. But Chun Yu is a lively advocate. It attracts the spring breeze and awakens the stream. The stream woke up and the tune suddenly became cheerful. It is like a singer of nature, singing crisp and pleasant songs and rushing forward. Spring rain joins in and plays the hymn of spring with the stream.
Spring rain is different from the downpour of summer rain; Different from the dullness of autumn rain, it is more different from the coldness of winter rain. Spring rain is like silk, fog, smoke and tide. Through the spring rain, everything in the world is like a freehand painting, faint and faint.
The spring rain dyed the peach blossoms red, bleached the catkins, dyed the peaks green and dyed the seedbeds green. Unexpectedly, spring is so full and brilliant that it seems to release all the emotions hidden in winter.
Spring rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the sound of dripping rain. It just feels like wet smoke, with no shape and noise, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts. ...
Through the glass window, you can see that the rain is falling on the opposite roof, and then it becomes a sparkling rain bead and falls quickly along the tiles, just like a broken bead. Could it be that Miss Chun came down to earth and scattered on earth? Or the fairy in the sky accidentally lost her beloved pearl necklace ... Everything revived, and they were washed spotless by the rain, which made them look particularly beautiful.
The drizzle is like silk. Through the silver lines, I can see the landscape trees in the distance ... vaguely, like a shy girl wearing a silver veil. She came to people with a sweet smile. Tall and straight green trees, tender grass and delicate flowers are all enjoying the moisture of this spring rain. The raindrops are crystal clear, and the petals knocked down by the rain float lightly in the water like a boat.
I can't wait to rush into the rain and find that the spring rain is as thin as spun silk. I can't hear the sound, and I can't feel the dripping rain. I just feel that this is like moist smoke, gently moistening the earth and people's hearts.
Spring rain falls slowly, like a wisp of silk falling to the earth. Oh! That's Miss Chun's sweat dripping in a hurry. It quietly moistens the fertile soil and gently awakens the sleeping grass doll. The grass woke up, stretched, drilled out of the land and dyed the earth green. Spring rain is like a warm hand, caressing the grass doll like a loving mother, and the earth is greener and greener.
The spring rain is so noisy! Birds chirp from the treetops to the eaves, and then fly noisily from the eaves to the telephone poles. You say I shout to convey the joy that the spring rain brings to them. With the breeze, the young trees stretched their waists and danced bright yellow and green skirts. The willows beside them shook their long hair and sang "Hua Hua" songs, telling each other the joy and joy brought by this spring rain!
Raindrops are like pearls, sprinkled on the river in handfuls, and the calm water ripples. The clever fish jumped out of the water, as if to suck the crystal drops.