Poetry about rain written by Su Shi

It is good when the water is shining and clear, but the mountains are also strange when it is empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky. This year it rained hard again, and autumn was bleak in two months. I lie down and smell the begonia flowers, the mud is dirty and the swallows are covered with snow. Spring River is about to enter the house, but the rain keeps coming. The hut is like a fishing boat in the misty water and clouds. There was a thunder under the feet of tourists, and the crowd was filled with stubborn clouds that could not be cleared away. It was dark outside and the wind blew across the sea, and flying rain came across the river from eastern Zhejiang. The wind blows the rain into the slanting building, and the splendor deserves a good word to praise.

After the rain passes, the river and the sea are blue, and the lightning catches the purple golden snake. The east wind knows that I want to travel to the mountains and blows away the sound of rain accumulating on the eaves. The clear clouds on the ridge are covered with woolen hats, and the copper ceremonials are hung on the treetops in the early morning.