The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Zhinan monk's quatrains?
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha"
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. -Wen, "More Leakage"?
Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. -Li Qingzhao's Slow Voice
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. -On June 27th, Su Shi's "Drunk Book at Wanghu Building".
The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window. -Bai Juyi's Shang Yang White-haired Man
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees. -Xu Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake"
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. April in rural Weng Juan.