A poem about to rain.

A poem about to rain.

Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan. The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees. Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always. -Xu Wei's Night View of the West Building of Xianyang City.

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -"Jueju" by Monk Zhinan

Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Ocean"

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. -(Wang Wei: Living in Autumn)

There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. —— (Wang Wei: In the mountains)

On a cold rainy night, Wu lives alone in Chushan, Fujian. —— (Wang Changling: Furong Inn and Xin Jian are separated)

The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. -"Xu Hun: East Building of Xianyang City")

Yun Lan is broken after the rain, so color will make the future. -(Song Huizong)

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. -("Linjiang Fairy" Yan)

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. -(Li Bai: Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream)

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. -(Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci")

There is no rain or shine in my life. —— (Su Shi: Ding)

The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time. -(Xin Qiji's "Yongyu Le Jing Kougu Beiting Nostalgia")

Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. —— (Yue Fei: Man Jianghong)