1, the rain hits the pear and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. -Yin Mingtang's "A Plum, Pear Rain, Deep Door"
Close the door and listen to the sound of the rain beating pear blossoms through the window, thus failing to live up to youth and wasting it.
2, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand dollars, and the full moon is spent. -Su Song Shi "Spring Night"
On a spring night, even a quarter of an hour is worth a thousand dollars. The flowers exude a faint fragrance, and the moonlight casts a dim shadow under the flowers.
Second, poems about rain.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -South of the Song Dynasty quatrains, short awnings in the shade of ancient trees.
In the spring of March, apricot blossoms are in full bloom, and the drizzle seems to have deliberately wetted my clothes and kept raining. Gently brushing people's faces, the warm wind with the fresh breath of willows is intoxicating.
Three. Poetry about snow
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. -Song Lu Meipo "Xue Mei No.1"
Plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms.