I entered Wu in the cold and rainy night, and I saw off my guest in Chu Shangu in the morning. Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian in the Furong Tower"
The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow. Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sand"
The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen. Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn"
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. Zhang Zhihe: "Fisher's Song"
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. Du Mu: "Qingming"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. Wang Wei's "Sending the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. Su Shi: "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake"
The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. "Queju" by Monk Zhinan
In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties, there are many towers in the mist and rain. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are falling in front of the mountain. Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
The mountains and rivers are shattered, the wind flutters with catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs. "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" by Wen Tianxiang
You have not yet heard about your return date, and the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs are empty and full of sorrow in the rain. Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
Last night the rain was light and the wind was violent, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the remaining wine. "Like a Dream" by Li Qingzhao
The phoenix trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important! Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice"