A complete collection of poems about rain and solar terms

Rain, like Grain Rain, light snow and heavy snow, is a solar term reflecting precipitation. Let's take a look at what I have compiled for you:, Welcome to read, for reference only, please pay attention to more content.

Minus Magnolia

Liu Chenweng

There is no light to watch. Rain teaches from the first half of the first month. Exploring cocoons and pushing plates. Look at every word.

the bronze camel is old. Talking about peace is like a treasure. Five hundred years ago. I once saw Yuan in Hangzhou.

The Four Wonders Rainy Season

The wind in the suburbs chased the residual snow, and the stream in Aoxi sent it to break the ice.

The urchin pointed to the geese in the clouds. When did the flowers bloom here?

the rain will clear the sky, and it will sprout to wait for the green field.

Cold in Spring

Wang Mian

It's cold and rainy in spring, and it's secluded with few wheels and hooves. The humidity is dark in the mountains, and the solitary plum is near the bamboo.

hungry birds gather in the forest and foxes crow in the cold city. Looking back at the Guanhe River, the dusty road is lost.

Early Spring Rain

[ Tang] Han Yu

The rain on the sky street is crisp, but the grass color is close at a distance.

the best thing is the spring of the year, which is absolutely better than the smoke and willow in the imperial capital.

The First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an

[ Song] Lu You

The taste of the world has been as thin as gauze for years, who makes riders in Beijing?

the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming dynasty.

the short paper is raking in the grass, and the fine milk in the sunny window plays with the tea.

don't sigh over the dust in plain clothes, it's still clear enough to get home.

Spring Rain

[ Tang] Li Shangyin

I am lying in a white-lined coat while the spring approaches, but am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be.

there are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.

the long road ahead will be full of new hardship, the lingering clouds are still vaguely dreamy.

Yu Dang, He Youda, I watch a lonely wild goose in three thousand miles of cloud.

The Golden Gate

Wei Zhuang

The spring rain is enough, and a new stream is dyed green. Double feather jade flew from outside the willow, clearing up and taking a bath.

outside the building, the green curtain is high in axis, and it leans all over the floor. The cloud is light and horizontal, and the smoke tree family is thousands of miles away.