Yu Rong's lonely tears have dried up, like the spring rain falling on pear flowers.
The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
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 The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― 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 Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)
Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
The wind shook the mountains and turned the angry waves, and the raindrops flew in the air and shot strong crossbows.
The rain hangs fine grass on the wall, and the wind on the water returns to the settled flowers.
After the rain, the lotus is full of fragrance, and the pumpkin is cold and snowy.
Residual clouds harvest summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze. Don Cen Can's "Water Pavilion Sent to the County Shaofu"
After the rain, the lotus is full of fragrance, and the pumpkin is cold and snowy.
Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.
The rain in Qiu Lai is very cold and windy. Qingjiang River is cool. Tang Li Bai's "Reward in Rain"
Su Yuchao came to rest, and the empty mountains were clear in autumn. Li Duan's Maoling Mountain with Wei and Jin Dynasties.
The rain is green and the frost garden is full of red leaves. Tang Juyi's Sima Zhai
With the word wine:
Du Fu and Song are drinking.
Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about fighting wine. Chang 'an went to a restaurant to sleep, but the son of heaven didn't get on the boat, claiming to be Brewmaster.
A suggestion to my friend Bai Liu Juyi
There is red stirring in the quiet stove, new wine baked by green ants, and there is a feeling of snow in the evening outside. How about a glass of wine inside? ?
Li Bai broke up in a hotel in Nanjing
A wind brought catkins and made the store more warm. Wu Ji pressed the wine and advised the guests to enjoy it.
Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving.
Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ?
Weicheng district Wang Wei
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
Master Chu of Xinfeng, Guangxi
Master Xinfeng's new wine is ripe, and old customers return to the old hall.
Full of fragrance, with flowers to build the north, yingzun color pan-nanxuan bamboo.
When the clouds cleared and the moon was clear, the girl in the club solved Qin Zheng.
Drunk and forgotten Baling Road, I suspected Luoyang City in my dream.
Liangzhou Ci William Wang
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?
Juvenile Li Bai
Wuling teenager, Jinshi Dong, silver saddle and white horse with spring breeze.
Where the fallen flowers swim, laughing into the Huji wine shop.
Li Bai of Shu Yun and Xie Lou of Xuanzhou sent off school books.
Those who dislike me can't stay yesterday, and those who disturb my heart are more worried about today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Li Bai, guest line
Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.
But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.
Li Bai drinks the bright moon alone
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Xi Wenhua Gate Hotel Weng Cen Can
The old man, who is 70 years old, is still selling wine, putting thousands of flagons and jars in his flower mouth.
Elm pods on the roadside are still like money. Will you pick them to sell wine?