Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
2. In the early spring, he starred in Han Yu, the Minister of Water Affairs (one of the two songs).
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.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
3. The Southern Monk of "Jueju"
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
4. "Fisherman's Song" Zhang Hezhi
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.
5. "Spring Rain" Li Shangyin
There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
6. "More Leaky" Li Yu
Wicker is long, spring rain is fine, and flowers leak.
7. Shi Dazu of "Qi Luo Xiang Chun Yu"
Playing tricks on flowers, smoking in willow branches,
Thousands of miles rush in spring and dusk.
I am fascinated by the sun, and I want to fly sadly.
The surprised butterfly stayed in the western park,
Run away from the mud and return to Nanpu.
This is the most harmful thing, and it is best to have a romantic relationship.
Cars can't get to Ling Du Road.
8. "Lin 'an Spring Rain" Land Tour
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
9. In Zhou Bangyan, there was a spring rain in the Big Bang.
Smoke at night, the birds are quiet in spring, and the house is high when it rains.
The wall is sapphire, washed with lead paste, and the tender tips collide.
Moisturize the piano silk, the cold invades the pillow barrier, and the insect net blows and sticks to the curtain bamboo.
There is no one at the post station, listening to the eaves constantly, and I am sleepy.
Nai sorrow is very frequent, dreams are hard to remember, and self-pity is lonely.