1. Poems about Shiyu
Poems about Shiyu 1. Please ask for ten poems about rain
Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, gentle slanting wind The rain does 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 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")
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")
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2. Poems about rain
Why not scream and walk slowly, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return, carrying the hatred of separation across the south of the Yangtze River. Time and Taoist figures, a heart of ice in the jade pot.
――――Wang Wei's "Sending 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" 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" Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three rains are falling in front of the mountain. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and 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 to the Small Building" The wind and rain are miserable, and the rooster crows and 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 have seen a gentleman, how can I not be confused? The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless. Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? ——Book of Songs "Wind and Rain" Evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you! ——"Shangxie" by the Yuefu of the Han Dynasty The far-off Altair star is the Han girl on the bright river. The slender hands are used to make tricks.
The whole day is unfinished, and the tears are as cold as the rain; the river is clear and shallow, but how far away it is! There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless. ——The Yuefu of the Han Dynasty, "The Faraway Altair".
Just like water pouring from the east, there will be no sun returning to the west. The night raindrops fall on the empty steps, and the lanterns dimly leave the room at dawn.
When we feel sorry for each other, we all stop drinking. When will we get together? ——He Xun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, "Farewell at night before leaving for the old travels" The guest has been missing for a long time, and he has 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.
——The Southern and Northern Dynasties·He Xun Farewell" When I saw the moon in the palace, I looked sad, and when it rained at night, I heard the sound of bells breaking my heart. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" Ten thousand miles of green grass lake, one person walking in the yellow plum rain.
I am worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach, the sound of wind and dark waves hitting the boat. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha" The wind returns, the clouds break, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright again.
The red mountain apricot hair is randomly scattered, and the new green water apple is spread flatly. The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole's speech has not yet 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, "Early Spring in South Lake" The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Pipa Parade and Preface" 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 of the Tang Dynasty, "Willow Branches" Early in the morning, the crickets crow and stop, and the remaining lamps go out and light up again.
When I heard the night rain through the window, Basho heard the sound first. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Night Rain" The Badong boat went to Brazil, and the waves were full of wind and rain.
Polygonum is cold and the flowers are rustling red, Gracilaria is wet and its leaves are green and sad. ——Tang·Bai Juyi's "Bamboo Branch" Staying in an empty room, the autumn night is long, the night is long, sleepless and the sky is unknown.
Geng Geng’s broken lamp is behind the wall, and there is the sound of rain hitting the window. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "The White-haired Man in Shangyang" On a cold autumn night, an old man was at ease.
After the lights went out, I fell asleep to the sound of beautiful rain. The ashes warm the fire in the bottle, and the incense warms the quilt.
The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen, and the frost leaves are all red. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Autumn Rain Night Sleep" Xiyuan Post Road hangs on the city wall, and the guests disperse in the river pavilion. The rain has not yet collected.
Go and have a look at the Fen River. The white clouds look like autumn in the Han Dynasty. ——Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty "Guozhou Houting Sending Judge Li's Envoy to Jin Jiangde Qiuzi" The rain stopped and Yang Lindong crossed the head, Yonghe took a boat for three days. My house is on the bank of peach blossoms, and the stream flows right in front of my door.
——"Three Days in Search of Li Jiuzhuang" by Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty. It was raining when I was traveling, so I stopped my horse and went to Jinlou. The mountains are so powerful that they shut down Kyushu.
The Sichuan River flows from Shaanxi Road, and the river flows around Huayin. When I come to the place in the evening, I feel sad because of the wind and smoke.
——Tang Dynasty Cui Hao's "Ti Tongguan Tower" Cangyao Taihua overlooks Xianjing, and the three peaks outside the sky cannot be cut. The clouds are about to disperse in front of the Emperor Wu Temple, and the rain has begun to clear on the cactus.
The river and mountains lie on the Qin Pass in the north, and the post road connects the Han Dynasty to the west. I'd like to ask the famous and wealthy people on the roadside why they should study here.
——Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking Through Huayin" The wild fires on the mountain tops are burning in the cold, and the lonely peaks are wet and smoke in the rain. Hearing that there is no fighting in western Liaoning, he often sleeps in a restaurant while drunk.
——Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of the Hu People in Yanmen" The cold moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the country can be seen in the mirror. Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night.
——Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of Lanxi" The grass on Suxi Pavilion is long, who is leaning against the east wind? The swallows do not return, it is late in spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain. ——Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty, "Suxi Pavilion" If you don't see me, Qinghai Head, no one has collected the bones from ancient times.
New ghosts are annoying and old ghosts are crying, and the sky is cloudy, rainy and wet, chirping. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Army Chariots" 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.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" The sun and moon are white, the maple leaves are green, the sky is red and the rain is frost.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Remonstrances to Han and Notes" There is no drying place for the leakage in the bedside room, and the rain has not stopped at the feet like hemp. Since my period is disordered and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long? There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that cannot stand up to the wind and rain.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" Turning your hands to make clouds and rain, they are all frivolous, so why count? Don't you see, if you pay attention to Bao when he is poor, this way is abandoned by today's people like dirt. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Poor Friendship" It rains at night to cut spring leeks, and the new cooking room is yellow.
The host said that it was difficult to meet, and it would take ten cups in one fell swoop. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "To the Eight Immortals of the Guard" The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Qingming" After the rain, the cicadas make a noise, and the pines and osmanthus flutter in the air.
The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late. ——Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Zenzhi Temple in Yangzhou: When will the swallows fly back?" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls.
-----Du Mu's "Qingming" The water is shining brightly and the weather is clear, the flowers are heavy in the official city, and the Chushan solitude is seen off in the clearing day, with green coir raincoats, and the sound of dark rain hitting the windows" (excerpt) Jiang Kui's "Pingfu doesn't want to go when he sees the move": The pavilions and pavilions are tied to the spring pool, or they are walking with the woodcutter. Who is Bo Shirong: Entering Wu in the cold rainy night: don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest. .
(Wang Wei's "Sending the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi") 10. The water is clear and the sky is clear, and the mountains are covered with rain. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake after the Sunny") Ruo Li, green coir raincoat, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song" The apricot blossom rain wets the clothes, moistening the things silently, the iron horse glacier falls into a dream: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") Mountain Road Yuanwu Rain, the green sky wets people's clothes - (Wang Wei.
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3. Poems about rain
Wei Yingwu's "Residence": No matter how high or low they are, they all have their own camp when they go out.
There is no need to worry about anything outside, so this is the feeling of living in seclusion. When a light rainy night comes, I don't know whether the green mountains have suddenly begun to grow. Birds are singing around the house. Sometimes they are walking with Taoist figures, or following the woodcutter. Who is Bo Shirong?
Du Fu's "Spring Night Joyful Rain": Good rain knows the time, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently
The wild paths are all dark, and the river boats are only bright with fire.
Bai Juyi " "White-Haired Man in Shangyang": "The shadow of Geng Geng behind the broken lamp on the wall, the sound of dark rain hitting the window" (excerpt) Jiang Kui's "I don't want to go when I see the move": I have no intention of listening to the orchestra when I am old, and a glass of wine is inconvenient when I am sick. . The rain before autumn is rare in life. I beg you to sleep comfortably in the empty hall.
Su Shi's "Ding Fengbo": Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest. Why not walk slowly with bamboo sticks and awning shoes? Who is afraid? ? The misty rain is lingering all my life.
The cold spring breeze blows and the mountain tops are slanting to welcome me. When I return, there is no wind or rain.
< p> (My favorite, haha) Fang Yue's "Listening to the Rain": Sleeping in the bamboo studio, listening to the rain, green moss grows in the dream. The door is facing the lonely mountain, and the body is idle and the birds are not guessing.Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West". Stream": The lonely grassy stream grows beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide comes late and the rain comes quickly, and there is no boat crossing in the wild.
The first of two poems by Wang Zao. : Swallows are crowing in the deep summer, and there is not much shade in the green locust garden. No one can see it when it rains from the west window, and the banana trees are spread out for several feet. Come to occupy the bamboo, and in the deep autumn, a butterfly will look for flowers under it.
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 look them up. 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 Happy 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, 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. 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 filled with light dust, and the guest houses are green and green.
(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, 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 .
————- 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 Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, many towers were in the mist and rain.
――――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 how many flowers have fallen. ——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 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 and 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 the Yuefu of the Han Dynasty The far-off Altair star is the Han girl on the bright river.
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" The guest has been missing for a long time, and he has 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 Regret" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. There are thousands of miles in Qingcao Lake, and 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 to the clouds, the rain breaks off, and the rain begins to clear. 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. The red banjiang bridge and the green wine flag, the Guanwa Palace are 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 Ju, Tang Dynasty.
4. Poems about rain
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 see 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. The slender hands are used to make tricks. 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 the Yuefu of the Han Dynasty
Li Min and others follow, and once they are out of the group. 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 lanterns dimly leave the room 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 departure"
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. ——The Southern and Northern Dynasties·He Xun sent each other off"
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the sound of heartbroken bells in the rain at night. ——"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles in Qingcao Lake, 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. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha"
The wind returns to the clouds, the rain breaks off, and the rain begins to clear, and the warmth of the lakeside returns to the light. 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 when flying, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole's speech has not yet 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, "Early Spring in South Lake"
The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Pipa Parade and Preface"
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 of the Tang Dynasty, "Willow Branches"
Early in the morning, the crickets 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 of the Tang Dynasty, "Night Rain"
The Badong boat went to Brazil, and the waves were full of wind and rain. Polygonum is cold and the flowers are rustling red, Gracilaria is wet and its leaves are green and sad. ——Bamboo Branches by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Staying in an empty room, the autumn nights are long, the nights are long and the sky is unclear. Geng Geng's shadow was on the wall behind the broken lamp, and there was a faint sound of rain hitting the window. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "The White-haired Man in Shangyang"
On a cold autumn night, an old man was at ease. After the lights were turned off, I fell asleep to the sound of beautiful rain. The ashes warm the fire in the bottle, and the incense warms the quilt. The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen, and the frost leaves are all red. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Sleeping in the Autumn Rain"
Xiyuan Post Road hangs on the city wall, and the guests disperse in the river pavilion. The rain has not yet collected. Go and have a look at the Fen River. The white clouds are still like the autumn of the Han Dynasty. ——Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty "Guozhou Houting sent off Judge Li's envoy to Jinjiang to get Qiuzi"
The rain stopped and Yang Lindong crossed the head, and Yonghe took a boat for three days. My house is on the bank of peach blossoms, and the stream flows right in front of my door. ——Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Three Days in Search of Li Jiuzhuang"
It was raining when we were traveling, so we stopped at Jinlou. The mountains are so powerful that they shut down Kyushu. Sichuan goes from Shaanxi Road, and the river flows around Huayin. When I come to the place in the evening, I feel sad because of the wind and smoke. ——Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Tongguan Tower"
Cangyao is too beautiful to overlook Xianjing, and the three peaks outside the sky cannot be cut. The clouds are about to disperse in front of the Emperor Wu Temple, and the rain has begun to clear on the cactus. The river and mountains lie on the Qin Pass in the north, and the post road connects the Han Dynasty to the west. I'd like to ask the famous and wealthy people on the roadside why they are studying here. ——Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking Through Huayin"
The wild fires on the mountain tops are burning in the cold, and the lonely peaks are wet and smoke in the rain. Hearing that there is no fighting in western Liaoning, he often sleeps in a restaurant while drunk. ——Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of the Hu People in Yanmen"
The cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and you can see it in the mirror with the beauty of the mountains in the middle of the country. Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. ——Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of Lanxi River"
The grass on the Suxi Pavilion is long, who is leaning against the east wind? The swallows do not return, it is late in spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain. ——Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty, "Suxi Pavilion"
If you don't see me, Qinghai Head, no one has collected the bones since ancient times. The new ghosts are annoyed and the old ghosts are crying, and the sky is dark and rainy, chirping. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Army Chariots"
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. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Night Happy Rain"
The sun and moon are white, the maple leaves are green, the sky is red and the rain is frost. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Annotations to Han for Admonishment"
There is no drying hole in the bedside room, and the rain is like hemp on the feet. Since my period is disordered and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long? There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that cannot stand up to the wind and rain. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind"
Turning your hands to make clouds and covering your hands with rain, they are all frivolous, so why count them? Don't you see, if you pay attention to Bao when he is poor, this way is abandoned by today's people like dirt. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Poverty Friendship"
Spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and the yellow beams in the new cooking room are cut. The Lord said that it was difficult to meet, and it would take ten cups in one fell swoop. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "A Presentation to the Eight Virtues of the Guard"
The orioles sing in thousands of miles, reflecting the red green, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers in the water village are in the wind. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Qingming"
After the rain, the cicadas make a noise, and the pines and osmanthus flutter in the air. The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late. ——Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Yangzhou Zenzhi Temple"
5. Poems about rain
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.--- Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song" makes your clothes wet with apricot blossom rain, 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 house is green and the willows are new. ——Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" In the 480 Temple of the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the mist and rain.
――――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 o'clock rain is in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and how many flowers have fallen. ——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 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 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 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, 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. At 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 has brought light dust, 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.
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.
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 late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your 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 and 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.
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. .The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes it. The cliffs are already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches that are blooming in spring, and everything is shining. ----------The ancient poem "Long Song Xing" of Han Dynasty Yuefu 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 on the 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 there is always spring in a thousand colors ------- "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 crossing the wild river.
---- Wei Yingwu's "Xijian of Chuzhou" is an ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaves touching the sky are endlessly blue, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are particularly red ---- Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" in the yellow plum season It rains every family.
6. 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 dots of rain are falling in front of the mountain. ―――――Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not up close. ――Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presented to the Water Ministry Zhang Shiba Yuanwai"
The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. ——Wei Yingwu's "West Stream of Chuzhou"
My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and the wind from the willows is not cold on my face. ―――Quatrains‖ by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty
During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. ——"Invitation" by Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. ——Zhang Zhihe's "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 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, many towers were in the mist and rain. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
Lying down in the late 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"
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 the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake"
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs. ——Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
The rain hates the clouds, 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"
7. Beautiful classical poems with the word "poetry" and the word "rain", but the two words "ji" are not in the same sentence
The following The three lyrics all contain the word "Shiyu" (the two words are connected) (unfortunately, I don't have the authority to bold or red): "Yong Yu Le" Song Xin Qiji threw himself into Laokong Mountain, thousands of loose hands were planted, and the government could sigh. When will the day come? Chengyin, how many years in my life, I seem to see my children and grandchildren late. In ancient times, the clouds and tobacco thorns in the pond have made future generations miserable. I think of those days, the good time has been regretted, and the wine in the late night is empty. Who knows when the clouds are high, I will do everything. I don't care about my eyes. I dream of sleeping outside the east window, chatting with my ears, and I want to write a letter. Suddenly, the wind is angry, and I turn over my pen and inkstone. God only teaches me to be lazy. What's the matter? The rain is rushing to urge the poem, and the clouds are dark. "Stepping on the Wind" "Sha Xing" Liu Chen, Song Dynasty, Weng pines have become overcast, and the fragrance of lotus has gone away the heat. Crossing the stream seems to be the east forest road. I don't know who has come in the past, and the temple gate listens together to urge the rain of poems. The north horse follows the wind, and the cool cicada swallows the dusk. Halfway through the city gate Daidong Lingpu. The south of the Yangtze River is not Mi Yuanhui, and no one is more interesting than Cangzhou. "Nan Kezi" Yuan Yuan Hao asked, pink pear blossoms are thin, fragrant and cold, osmanthus leaves are frowning. Painted curtains with double swallows in the old home are spring. It was once a jade flute. The voice is heart-breaking. The dullness prompts the rain of poems, and slowly enters the dream cloud. The flowing water in Wuling separates the mortal world. I am afraid that Cuiluan's news is not completely true.