1. Ancient poems describing light rain
"Early Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
"Farewell to Yan Shiyuan" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
The spring breeze leans on Helu City, and the water country is cold in spring and clear again. The drizzle makes the clothes wet and invisible, and the flowers falling to the ground are silent.
"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
At night, the clouds are all dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
"Fisher's Song" by Zhang Zhihe, Tang Dynasty
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle.
"Residence" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
Although the noble and the humble are different, they all have camps when they go out. There are no external things to hold in, so I live in seclusion.
The light rainy night comes, and I don’t know whether the spring grass will grow. Suddenly dawn has dawned on the green hills, and birds are singing around the house.
Sometimes I walk with the Taoist puppets, or follow the woodcutter. When you are safe and inferior, who can call you Bo Shirong?
"Two Poems on the Water Threshold to Heart" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
When I go to Guoxuan Yingchang, I can see no village on credit. The Chengjiang River is flat on a few banks, and the secluded trees have many flowers in the evening.
Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows drift in the breeze. There are 100,000 households in the city, but there are only two or three here.
It often rains at night in Sichuan, but the river sill has become sunny. The leaves are moist, the forest pond is dense, the clothes are dry and the pillow is clear.
How can you have a false reputation if you can't bear old age and illness? The shallow cup trickles down the wine, and the deep part is used to send this life away.
"Rain in Xianyang" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The rain on Xianyang Bridge is like hanging, and thousands of points of sky are covered with fishing boats. It still looks like the color of the spring water in Dongting, and the dawn clouds are about to enter the Yueyang sky.
"Su Luo's Pavilion to Remind Cui Yong and Cui Gun" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is far away from the heavy city. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.
"Sleeping in the Autumn Rain" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
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.
"Quequatrains" by Shi Zhinan of the Song Dynasty
A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face, which is not cold.
"Huanxi Sand" Qin Guan, Song Dynasty
Going up to the small building in the desert and light cold, the dawn is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the precious curtains hang with small silver hooks.
"The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty.
The world has become as thin as gauze over the years. Who makes people ride 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 laid slantingly, making grass, and the fine breasts of the clear window are used to share tea. Wear plain clothes and don’t sigh in the wind and dust. It’s still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.
"Cold in Spring" by Chen Yuyi, Song Dynasty
In February, the wind blows every day in Baling, and the spring cold is not over yet. Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle.
"A Guest" by Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty
During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.
"April in the Countryside" Song Dynasty Weng Juan
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.
"Spring Day" by Wang Zao, Song Dynasty
There are no sunny days in spring, and there are clouds and rain everywhere. The spring water in Noda is as green as the mirror, and the silhouettes of people crossing the water are unfazed by the gulls.
The peach blossoms smile beautifully out of the fence, as if they are the most affectionate before they bloom. The smoke in Mao Ci makes the guests' clothes wet, and the rooster crows at noon to break the dream.
"Immediate Matter" Wang Zao, Song Dynasty
The swallows will speak of their young. Summer is deep, and there is not much shade in the green locust garden. When it rains at the west window, no one can see it, and the plantains are spread out for several feet.
The two herons can plow through the white snow, and the clear waves rise far away. A hundred hectares of wind and smoke hang on the hook curtain, lying down watching the blue clouds and the rain passing by.
"Listening to the Rain" by Fang Yue, Song Dynasty
Listening to the rain while sleeping in the bamboo studio, moss grows in the dream. The door is facing the lonely mountain, and the body is idle and the birds don't guess.
"Small Garden" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The tobacco garden in the small garden is adjacent to the neighboring house, and the mulberry trees are spreading over the shade. I lay down to read Tao's poems before finishing them, and then took advantage of the light rain to go hoeing melons.
"Ding Feng Bo" Su Shi
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows and wakes me up. It is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there is no wind, rain or eyesight. 2. Classical Chinese essays about rain
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① It rained. "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Liu Farewell": "The clouds are green and green~."
② Landing. "Su Wu's Biography": "It's snowing in the sky, and Wu is lying on the snow.
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The feet of rain are like line-like raindrops.
Rain and dew are metaphors for favor.
The articles containing rain in classical Chinese are as follows, please open and check carefully!
Original text and translation of "Hanshu·Biography of Xiao Wang"/z3782m6893j2443
Original text and translation of "History of Ming Dynasty·Biography of Li Rusong"/z5925m6075j2427
Su Shi's "Fan Zenglun" 》Original text and translation/z6325m3429j2416
Original text and translation of Gu Yanwu's "Integrity"/z7918m1900j2402
Original text and translation of "History of the Ming Dynasty·The Biography of Mao Ji"/z6556m5966j2400
"History of the Ming Dynasty" ·The original text and translation of "Chen Shou Biography"/z1198m2210j2390
The original text and translation of Xie Ao's "The Crying Record of Dengxi Terrace"/z9789m8398j2386
The original text and translation of Luo Zenan's "The Record of Traveling to Nanyue"/z4487m5133j2382
"History of the Song Dynasty·Zhang Ruming Biography" original text and translation/z8429m9550j2379
"Book of the Later Han·Yinxing Biography" original text and translation/z8405m3319j2360
"History of the Song Dynasty·Biography of Zheng Xia" original text and translation/z7939m9016j2341
"History of the Ming Dynasty·Guo Yingpin Biography" original text and translation/z1955m6199j2327
Song Lian's "Huancui Pavilion Records" original text and translation/z6539m7535j2326
Shao Changheng The original text and translation of "Yan Dian Shi Biography"/z4719m8242j2319
The original text and translation of Zhou Rong's "Old Taro Biography"/z8570m8907j2317 3. Is there any classical Chinese writing about rain?
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[Song Dynasty] Su Shi
The pavilion is named after rain, which means that it is happy. In ancient times, when there was happiness, it was named after something to show that it was not forgotten. When Zhou Gong got the grain, he named it after his book; when Han Wu got it, he named it. Ding was named after his year; his uncle, Shengdi, was named after his son. The size of his joy was different, and he did not forget one.
In the next year after I arrived at Fufeng, I started to build an official residence and built it as a pavilion. To the north of the hall, a pond was dug to the south to divert water and plant trees as a resting place. In the spring of the same year, the rain fell on the Qishan Mountains, and it lasted for many years, so the people felt worried. It rained on Yi Mao in March, and again on Jiazi, but the people thought it was not enough; on Ding Mao it rained heavily, and it stopped after three days. The officials celebrated with each other in the court, the merchants sang with each other in the market, the farmers were dissatisfied with each other in the fields, and those who were worried were happy. , the sick person will be cured, and my pavilion will be ready.
So he put the wine on the pavilion as a guest, and said to him: "Is it okay if there is no rain for five days?" ’ He said: ‘If there is no rain for five days, there will be no wheat. ’ ‘What if it doesn’t rain for ten days? ’ He said: ‘If there is no rain for ten days, there will be no crops. ’ There is no wheat or crops, and there is hunger every year. Prison lawsuits flourish, and thieves flourish. So even if I and my two or three sons want to take a leisurely tour and enjoy this pavilion, can we get it? Today, I will not leave my people behind, but I will give them rain when there is a drought, so that I and my two or three sons can travel with each other and enjoy the pavilion. They are all the gifts of rain. Can he forget evil? "
It is named after the pavilion, and it is also a song. The song goes: "If the sky rains beads, the cold people cannot think of it as ru; if the sky rains jade, the hungry people cannot think of it as millet." It rains for three days, who can help? The people call him a prefect, but there is no such thing as a prefect. Return to the emperor, the emperor said no. Return it to creation. Don’t take credit for creation. Return it to space. The space is dark and dark, and it is impossible to name it. I named it my pavilion. ”
——Extracted from "The Collected Works of Jingjin Dongpo" in "Sibu Congkan"
This pavilion is named after rain to commemorate the happy event. In ancient times, there was When celebrating happy events, they used it to name things to express the meaning of not forgetting it. When Duke Zhou received the rice crop as a reward from the emperor, he used "Jiahe" as the title of his article; Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty named it "Yuan Ding" when he received the treasure tripod. The name of the year: Shusun Dechen defeated Qiaoru, a native of Di, so he named his son Qiaoru. The size of their happy events was different, but the meaning of not forgetting them was the same.
The day I arrived in Fufeng. In the second year, construction of the official residence began. A pavilion was built on the north side of the main hall, and a pond was dug on the south side to divert water. Trees were planted there and used as a resting place. In the spring of this year, a pavilion was built on the south side of Qishan Mountain. Mai Yu divined this and thought it would be a good year. However, it did not rain for a whole month, so the people became worried. On Yimao day in March, it rained again, and it rained again on Jiazi day. It didn't rain enough; it rained heavily again on Ding Mao, and it lasted for three days. The officials celebrated together in the courtyard, the merchants sang together in the market, and the farmers laughed together in the fields. The sad people were happy and sick. The people were cured, and my pavilion was built.
So I raised a glass to the guests in the pavilion and asked them: "'Is it okay if it doesn't rain for five days? ’ You will answer: ‘If it doesn’t rain for five days, wheat won’t grow. ’ and asked, ‘Is it okay if it doesn’t rain for ten days? ’ You will answer: ‘If it doesn’t rain for ten days, the rice won’t be able to grow. ’ There is no wheat or rice, so the harvest is naturally poor, there are many lawsuits, and thieves are rampant.
So even if you and I want to have fun in this pavilion, is it possible? Now, God does not abandon the people here. It rains whenever there is a sign of drought. It is because of the gift of this rain that you and I can have fun together in this pavilion! Can this be forgotten? "
After using it to name the pavilion, he went on to sing about it. The song said: "If the sky rains pearls, people who are cold cannot use it as a short coat; if the sky rains white jade, A starving person cannot use it as food. It rained for three days. Whose power is this? The people said it was the governor, but the governor said he didn't have the power. It was attributed to the emperor, but the emperor also denied it. It is attributed to the Creator, and the Creator does not take it as his own credit and attributes it to space. The space is too vague to be named, so I named my pavilion after rain. ” 4. What are the ancient poems that describe rain?
Spring night loves rain. Du Fu loves rain and knows the season, when spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. Wild Trail The clouds are all dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright.
At dawn, the red and wet places are covered with flowers. 1. When there is a light rain on the Jianmen Road, there are traces of dust and wine on Lu Youyi's clothes. Lost soul.
This is the poet Wei, riding a donkey into the sword gate in the rain. -------------------------------------------------- ----2. Spring Dawn Meng Haoran sleeps in the spring and hears the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you realize how many flowers have fallen. -------------------------------------------------- -------------3. It rains on a spring night. Du Fu knows the season when it rains.
The wind sneaks into the night, moistening everything and making no sound. In the dark, the river boat fire is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. -------------------------------------------------- -------4. The unnamed Kangxi rain comes hard, and the flowers on the mountain stop fall late.
The moon comes first when the pavilion is far away, and the trees are dense and tall. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------5. The light rain in Han Yutian Street in early spring is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but is not visible up close.
The most beautiful thing. The advantage of spring is that the emperor's capital is filled with smoke and willows. ---------------------------------------6. Qingming Du Mu During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily and pedestrians on the road I want to die.
I asked where the restaurant is. The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "Book of Songs: Wind and Rain" The wind and rain are miserable, and the cock crows.
Seeing the gentleman, Yun Hu. Not Yi? The wind and rain are faint, and the cock crows. When I see the gentleman, the cloud is not frightened.
The wind and rain are coming in the night, and the flowers are not happy. I don’t know how many trees there are.
There is a night of rain in the mountains, and there are hundreds of springs in the mountains. After the new rain, the weather is late.
The mountain road. There is no rain in the Yuan Dynasty, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.
Pastoral music: The peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green contains the spring smoke. The flowers have fallen, the children have not swept away the house, the orioles are singing, and the mountain guests are still sleeping.
Zhang Zhihe's green bamboo hat and green coir raincoat do not need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. Chang Jianyu rested at Yanglindong Ferry, and spent three days sailing in Yonghe.
My house is on the Peach Blossom Bank, until the stream flows in front of my door. - "Three Days in Search of Li Jiuzhuang" Wang Changling entered Wu in the cold and rainy night, and saw off his guest Chu Shangu in the morning.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot. Du Fu knows the season well when it rains, 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. ——"Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" Spring leeks are cut on a rainy night, and yellow beams are made in the new cooking room.
The host said that it was difficult to meet, and it would take ten cups in one fell swoop. ——"Gift to the Eighth Guardsmen" Cen Shen hangs on the city wall on the Xiyuan Post Road, and the guests disperse in the river pavilion. The rain has not stopped.
Go and have a look at the Fen River. The white clouds look like autumn in the Han Dynasty. ——"The back pavilion of Guozhou sent Judge Li's envoy to Jin to get Qiuzi" Wei Yingwu was alone in the grassy stream growing beside it, and there were orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
The drizzle of rain drizzles on the wall, and the wind collects flowers on the water surface. Dai Shulun, the cool 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 River for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. ——"Song of Lanxi" The grass is long on the Suxi Pavilion, 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.
——"Su Xi Pavilion" Bai Juyi travels thousands of miles across Qingcao Lake, walking alone 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.
——"Langtaosha" The wind has returned, the clouds have stopped, the rain has cleared, and the sun has returned to the lakeside. 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.
——"Spring Morning in Nanhu" 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.
——"Willow Branches" Early in the morning, the cicadas crow and stop, and the remaining lamps go out and light up again. I heard it raining at night through the window, and the sound of bananas came first.
——"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 Branch" I stay in an empty room, the autumn night is long, the night is long, I can't sleep, and the sky is unknown. Geng Geng's shadow was on the wall behind the broken lamp, and there was a faint sound of rain hitting the window.
——"The White-haired Man in Shangyang" On a cool 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.
—— "Autumn Rain Night Sleep" The light rain on Han Yutian Street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. Sikong Shu is happy to meet his younger brother Lu Lun. It's a quiet night with no neighbors, and he lives in a desolate old business and is poor.
Yellow-leafed trees in the rain, white-headed people under the lamp. Since I have been alone for a long time, I am ashamed to see you so often.
I have my own share of life, especially since I am a relative of the Cai family. Du Mu's orioles are singing thousands of miles away, and the green is reflected in red. The wine flags in the mountains and rivers in the water village are winding in the wind.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist. - "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. - "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. ——"Inscribed on Zenzhi Temple in Yangzhou" Li Shangyin's mantle pavilion was blown by the wind and rain all night, as if he was washing away the worldly dust with tourists.
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone. When you asked about your return date, it rained at night in Bashan and the autumn ponds swelled.
How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is far away from the city.
The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. Wen Tingjun's sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night, not knowing how to separate from love, is suffering, every leaf, every sound, the empty steps are dripping until dawn.
Everyone in Wei Zhuang says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only like Jiangnan. The spring water is as green as the sky, and the boat is painted and sleeping while listening to the rain.
The rain is gurgling outside Li Yu's curtain, the spring is fading, and the quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest. I was greedy for pleasure for a while, but it was easy to say goodbye and difficult to see.
The flowers fall on the flowing water and the spring is gone, heaven and earth. Zheng Wenbao's paintings are drawn 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.
Wen Tong: After the rain, two birds come to occupy the bamboo, and in the deep autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers. Su Shi's scenery is beautiful when the water is bright and clear, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.
Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky.
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows and wakes me up. It is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there is no wind, rain or eyesight.
Qin Guan is at ease, the flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless raindrops are as thin as sorrow. Yan Jidao's fallen flower man is independent, and Wei Yuyan flies together.
Zhinan Chuxu: A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east bridge. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
Once upon a time, the rice flowers for thousands of miles should be beautiful, and the tung leaves at the fifth watch would be the best. When will Xu Fu and the swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water.
The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, and the small boat pushes out of the willow shade.
5. Poems about light rain
"Early Spring" The light rain on Yutian Street in Tang Dynasty is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the emperor's capital. "Farewell to Yan Shiyuan" by Liu Changqing of Tang Dynasty The spring breeze leans on the wall of Helv City, and the water country is cold in spring, and the clouds are clear again. The drizzle is invisible, and the wet clothes are invisible, and the idle flowers fall to the ground and are silent. "Spring Night Joyful Rain" Tang Dufu knows the season when it rains, and spring will happen. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing everything There is no sound. The night path is dark with clouds, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. At dawn, I look at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in Jinguancheng. "The Fisherman's Song" Zhang Zhi of the Tang Dynasty and egrets flying in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water, mandarin fish fat, green bamboo hats , green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle, no need to go back. "Secluded Residence" Tang Wei Ying, although all things are different, high and low, they all have camps when they go out. There is no external thing to hold them, so this is the feeling of seclusion. The light rainy night comes, and I don't know the spring grass. Green hills Suddenly it was dawn, and birds were singing around the house. Sometimes they were walking with Taoist puppets, or following the woodcutter. Who would call it Bo Shirong when he was in peace? The Chengjiang River is flat on a small bank, and the trees are blooming in the evening. Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows slant in the breeze. There are 100,000 households in the city, and there are two or three here. It often rains at night in Shu, and the river sill has become sunny. The leaves are moist, the forest is dense, and the clothes are dry and the pillows and mats are clear. .I can’t bear to be old and sick, so why should I have a superficial reputation? Sip a little wine, and I will send you to this life deeply. "Xianyang Value Rain" Tang Wentingyun The rain on the Xianyang Bridge is like hanging, and thousands of points of sky are covered with fishing boats. It still looks like the color of spring water in Dongting, with dawn clouds About to enter the Yueyang sky. "Su Luo's Pavilion to Remind Cui Yong and Cui Gun" Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty The dust-free bamboo dock has clear water sills, and the lovesickness passes across the city. The autumn clouds do not disperse and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain. "Autumn Rain Night Sleep" Tang Bai Juyi An old man was at ease on a cold autumn night. After lying down for a long time, after the lights were turned off, he slept with the sound of beautiful rain. The ashes warmed the fire in the bottle, and the incense added warmed the quilt. The dawn was clear and the cold had not yet risen, and the frost leaves were all red on the steps. " Quatrains "Song Dynasty Shi Zhinan tied a short canopy in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa helped me cross the east bridge. My clothes were wet due to the rain of apricot blossoms, and the willow wind blew my face without chilling. The rogue is like a poor autumn, the light smoke and flowing water paint the screen. The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the treasure curtain is hung with small silver hooks. "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" Song Lu You. The world is as thin as yarn over the years, who makes it so A horse rider in Jinghua. Listening to the spring rain in a small building all night, apricot blossoms are sold in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley. Low paper is slanted and grass is leisurely made, and tea is served with thin milk under the clear window. Plain clothes are not sighing in the wind and dust, and it is as late as the Qingming Festival to arrive home. "Cold in Spring" In the second month of Song Dynasty and Yi Dynasty, it was windy in Baling, and the spring cold was not over yet. The begonias did not hesitate to be rouge-colored, and they were independent in the drizzle. "Yoke" by Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty. During the yellow plum season, it rains every house, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy ponds. I have an appointment but I can't come. In the middle of the night, I am playing chess pieces and falling off the lanterns. "April in the Countryside" Song Wengjuan is all over the mountains and plains, and the rivers are full of white. The rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. In April in the country, there are few idle people, and sericulture is being planted and fields are being planted.