The first month of a season.
After the spring rain in the suburbs
It rained for a while last night, which is Su Qun's fate.
The most prophetic thing is that the grass struggles out.
Dou Qun Yu Chun
I took time to see the flowers yesterday, but it's raining now.
The world is like rain, and Mo Aifang is wet at the front of renewal.
Xu Ning Chun Yu
When I was in bloom, I could see the continuous rain, clouds entering people's houses and destroying dikes.
Yesterday, the spring breeze was on the road, and poor Jin Hong threw mud in vain.
Ye Luo Chang 'an Chunyu
At the same time, the wind in Huangzhou can slow down the cold and hinder the victory.
In the middle of the night, in the billiard hall of Wuhou, beautiful women began to worry about flowers.
Gao Chan Wu Men Yu Chun
Spring grows in Wudian, but the trees in Wugongfang sink late.
The prince and grandson can't stand the rain like silk, which breaks the heart of the spring breeze.
Miracle Yuchun
If you want to spread it like paste, smell the mines first.
Yunlong can afford it, and the wind power will come soon.
I am a farmer and a farmer. I am a willow.
Who keeps the sun warm, there are peonies in the court.
The spring rain is on the seventh river.
It rained in the first month on the Yangtze River, and the earth was in turmoil.
Half of it is Emei snow, which is heavy for Zeguohan.
Farmland is flooded, making it difficult for tourists to travel.
Worried about killing poets, the waves are boundless.
Second, Song Ci
Wang Anshi's Spring Rain
Bitter fog hides spring scenery, and worrying about rain is even more worrying.
You can't overcome strangeness, but you can make a glass of Chardonnay.
Lu you Yu chun
Embrace the spring rain, leaving a little spring behind.
The son is getting closer and closer. Where does the pavilion live?
Lu you Yu chun
Sparse rain lit up the ancient temples.
Lushan Mountain is dead at night. I am a monk in Zhong Ding.
Bai Yuchan Chunyu
Willow smoke is green, peach blossoms are full of apricot flowers.
The wind enters through the window, and raindrops fall into the light in front of the eaves.
Zhao Changqing blushed (spring rain)
It rains cats and dogs at night, and peach blossoms add streams.
Spread the floor in red.
The branches are piled with thick green.
Last year, now, I often get drunk.
This year.
Thousands of miles from home.
Alone, I shed tears.
Jiang Ruan Langgui (Spring Rain)
The grass in the pond is green and evenly distributed.
Liu Han's eyebrows are still raised.
The east wind blows rain, which is thinner than dust.
A court full of flowers and faces.
The warbler butterfly is still angry with resentment.
Can't see a good spring.
The weather is very depressing.
People's worries are new.
Third, Yuanqu
Plums fall in Li Zhiyuan.
Outside the setting sun, the spring rain is enough, and the wind wrinkles a pool of cold jade.
Some people in the painting building suffer, but Du Fu doesn't cry and go home.
Fourthly, modern poetry.
Su's ingenious poems
I am playing the shakuhachi flute at the head of Chunyu Building. When will I return to Zhejiang Tide?
No one knows the broken bowl of mango shoes. Which bridge did you cross?
Lao She introduced Shirato Norio.
White flowers bloom in purple, the warm wind on the earth is light, and the spring rain comes.
We love labor all our lives, and our husband and wife sing and grow vegetables together.
Spring rain in Jixian county
After a few days of spring rain,
Has brought infinite vitality to the earth;
So my rose cuttings.
They have sprouted and taken root.
My short hair is thinning out,
Falling like dead leaves;
The ugly wrinkles on my face,
It is also deeper than last year.
But I did feel it—
There is a fresh and wonderful energy,
From every cell in my body,
Made a very touching song.
2. Poems describing the spring rain 1. A prune, a rain and a pear.
Yin Mingtang
Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are charming, and the moon is charming.
Sorrow gathers eyebrows, and a thousand tears mark ten thousand tears marks. See the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. When I walk, I miss you; Even when I am sitting, I miss you.
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. Even if you have a cheerful mood, who can you share it with? Under the flower, I feel dejected, under the moon, I feel dejected. All day, I frowned like Dai Feng, leaving thousands of tears on my face. I watch the clouds from morning till night. I miss you when I walk and miss you when I sit!
Second, "Meet Lin Huan Hua Xie Chun Hong"
Five Dynasties Li Yu
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Colorful flowers fade in an instant, and spring comes too hastily. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night? The rainy forest flowers are so charming that they drop like the tears of a beautiful woman. Flowers and people who love flowers are attached. When can we meet again? There are too many regrets in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.
3. The poem describing spring rain is 1. If the spring rain breaks the bridge, the boat will support Liu Yin. -"Spring Tour on the Lake"
2, Haitang does not hesitate to rouge color, independent drizzle. -"Cold Spring"
3. The soil paste was frequently urged by the rain, and thousands of flowers came out. -"The Pastoral of Spring"
4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green. -"Send Yuan and Two Stones"
5, drizzle wet clothes can not be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence. -"Don't be Yan Shiyuan"
6, drizzle fish out, breeze swallows oblique. -"Water Threshold of Two Hearts, Part I"
7, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. -"Lin 'an Spring Rain"
8, Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. -Long lines, China ancient Yuefu poems.
9. The willow shade is raining, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler. Wu's Spring Festival.
10, but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
1 1, the light thunder fell all night, and the floating tile was uneven. -Spring day
12, my face is not cold when I get wet with clothes and want to get wet with apricot blossoms. -Southern Song Dynasty guide monk
13, good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
14, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -"Guest"
15, Guo Jing's feelings changed for many years, and suddenly he listened to the spring rain and recalled Jiangnan. -"Listen to the Rain"
16, 480 temple in the south, with many towers and misty rain. -"Jiangnan Spring"
17, it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
18, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -"Drinking on the Lake"
19, the spring tide brought rain late and hurried, and there was no boat to cross the field. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
20. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, and the grass is close but not close. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Tang Hanyu's sentence "Early spring is a member of the Ministry of Water's Zhang 18th"
4. Poems describing the spring rain 1. People who break the bridge in spring rain don't cross the boat to support the shade —— Fu's Spring Tour of the Lake
2. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
3. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. -Song Luyou's Spring Rain in Lin 'an
4. Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat crossing in the wild. -Don Wei Wu Ying is in Chuzhou, on the bank of Xixi.
The rain in Tianjie is crisp, and the grass color is near but not far. -Han Yu's Light Rain in Early Spring
6. Clouds are like smoke, and dense rain is like scattered silk. -Zhang Xie's Ten Miscellaneous Poems
7. Residual rainbows collect rain, and there is no new flow on the shore. -Zhang "boating in the back lake"
8. If you want to wet the peach blossom and rain, you will have another village. -The quatrains of monks in Zhinan.
9. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and the grass pond is full of flowers. -Zhao Shixiu's About
10. The spring rain broke the bridge, and the boat propped up Liu Yin. -Xu Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake"
After several drizzly spring rains, the mountains are green and the gurgling streams at the foot of the mountains are becoming more and more beautiful.
The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river.
Look, it is raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of fish. I just feel that this is like a kind of moist smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden. In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.
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Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight.
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.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
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5. Poem about Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night in Spring Rain.
Don du fu
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.
Explanation:
What a spring rain, as if knowing the change of seasons,
In spring, it comes naturally.
With the gentle wind blowing quietly at night,
Moisten everything gently and silently.
Dark clouds shrouded the path in the wild,
Only the boat on the river still has a solitary light on.
Looking at spring flowers everywhere in the morning,
Beautiful Chengdu is full of flowers.
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" was written by Du Fu in the spring of last year (76 1) in Huanhuaxipan Caotang, Chengdu. Background and ideological content of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: This poem was written in the spring of the second year of Shang and Yuan Dynasties (76 1). At this time, Du Fu came to Sichuan and settled in Chengdu for two years because of the drought in Shaanxi. He cultivates self-cultivation, grows vegetables and flowers, and interacts with farmers, so he has deep feelings for the spring rain. He wrote this poem to describe the spring night rain and dew nourishing the beauty of all things and express the poet's joy.
6. Poems describing the spring rain: Jiang Yu is decadent, Jiang Shan Kong Yu, Qi Shan Qi is raining. The rain is all over the building, and the sky is blue and the clouds are broken, but it is said that it rains at night and listens to the wind and rain at night, and the rain falls, and you Yan Baiyu jumps off the boat. I'm glad to know that there was a lot of rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but now I remember that night, the storm, pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains at two or three in front of the mountain. Pingming Fujian Chu Yun is dark and rainy, while the rain in Dongxixi is light and foggy. There is sunshine but misty rain on the road, and there is no rain or shine in life.
In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away. Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy.
Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains. Yu Meiren? Listening to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang.
In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.
Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low. After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.
There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk.
This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.
A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.
In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall down her sad white face, pear blossoms bring spring rain and hate clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain.
-Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. If you ask how much free time you have.
Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.
Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. Spring and Budze have flowers and beautiful flowers, and everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"The most beneficial spring of the year is better than the smoke willow pouring into the imperial capital"-Tang Hanyu's "Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.
-Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty. -Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring.
-Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild. Wei's Xixi Going to Chuzhou describes an ancient poem in summer. Lotus leaves meet the sky, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, reflecting a different kind of sunshine. Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple sends the forest to the forest. When it rains in Huangmei, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao's Inviting guests. Why do you hate Fang Fei when he leaves? The trees in summer are gloomy and pleasant. Summer is new in the sound of cuckoo —— Poems describing autumn in the early Song Dynasty and famous sentences describing autumn: Lonely sunset, autumn water and sky are the same color —— Tang farewell preface, autumn Deng Hongfu knees. When I faced them from this villa, drinking my wine-Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Secretary of Xuanzhou Villa in August", the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "Caotang was blown by autumn wind", red candles painted a cold screen, and small fans brushed fireflies. It's as cool as water day and night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. Cold Smoke on the Waves —— Song Zhongyan's Su Mu House, an ancient poem describing winter. Just like the spring wind blowing at night, Snow White's Song of Farewell to the Field blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and Wu's Home scatters salt in the air, but if the catkins are blown by the wind.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" went to the West Chamber alone, and the moon was like a hook. -Li Yu's "Meet You", the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling The Plug was written by a man.
7. The simple translation of the poem A Happy Night in Spring Rain should be Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything.
The second sentence means quietly entering the night with the breeze. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
The sky on the path in the field was dark, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat on the river gave off a ray of light, which was particularly bright.
When you come in the morning, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.
The original text is as follows:
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Du fu in Tang dynasty
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.
This is a masterpiece depicting the rainy scene on a spring night and showing a happy mood. Praise "rain" with a "good" word from the beginning. In life, "good" is often used to praise people who do good things. Praising rain with "good" now will arouse the association of people who do good things. Next, personify the rain, saying that it "knows the season" and knows how to meet the objective needs. Among them, the word "knowledge" is used incisively and vividly, which simply brings the rain to life. Spring is the season when everything germinates and grows. As long as it rains, it begins to rain. It's really good.
Pu Qilong said: "It is easy to write about rain and cut the night, but difficult to cut the spring." This poem "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" not only cuts the night and the spring, but also writes the noble character of a typical spring rain, that is, "good rain", which shows the noble personality of all the "good people" of the poet.
8. Poems describing the lonely sunset in the spring rain, autumn water * * * is the same color as the sky-Tang's "Preface to Autumn Farewell", the trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains only shine-Tang. Roll up my family's three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "The Hut is Blown by the Autumn Wind" red candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen and a small fan danced fireflies lightly. The day and night are as cool as water. I lie and watch the morning glory and Vega-Autumn Night by Tang Dumu, with blue sky and yellow leaves, autumn colors rippling and cold smoke curling up. Blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees-A Song of Snow Sent to the Field-Clerk Wu Comes Home sprinkled salt in the air, but it was catkin-Ode to Snow by Daoyun, and the snow in Yanshan was as big as a seat, blowing down Xuanyuantai-Northern Customs by Tang Libai.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" went to the West Chamber alone, and the moon was like a hook. -Li Yu's "Meet You", the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling's "Fortress" People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times.
-Su Shi's "Water Tune" Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Boating in Guazhou" is a frosty night, and Jiang Feng's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" is a bright moon. At this time, the sea is full, and the horizon is * * * At this time-Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance" is how wide the sky is, how close the trees are, how clear the water is, and how close the moon is! . Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande, the clouds change in the morning mirror, and the twilight songs dare to be cold and bright-Li Shangyin's Untitled Poem of Friendship, however, China is our friendship and heaven is our neighbor.
-Wang Bo's "Farewell to Du Fu's appointment" advised you to drink a glass of wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason. -Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan to Twenty Shores Xi" is a lonely sail, only looking at the Yangtze River.
-Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet and not as good as Wang Lun. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you.
-There is a poem of "bird" in Gao Shi's Biedongda. There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.
-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.
-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-There is a poem of "Rain" in Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", which is green and dripping, and there is no need to return in the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and the wind is cold.
-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's poem "Crossing the Lingdingyang" carries the word "mountain" and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the surrounding mountains.
-Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" Wan Li went to Rongji and the mountain was flying. -"Mulan Poetry" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang River, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint. -Cen Can's "A Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed.
-Li Bai's "Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" made Longcheng fly, but did not teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain. -Wang Changling's "Embankment" Mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river.
-Wang Zhihuan's "Looking at the Heron Tower" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds and is an isolated city, Wan Ren. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" suspected no road village.
-Lu You traveled to Shanxi Village. Once he climbed to the top of the mountain and peeked, he would see that other mountains looked short under the sky ...-Du Fu's "Wang Yue" picked chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely saw Nanshan.
-Tao Yuanming's poem "Drinking" wet clothes with "flowers", and his face is not cold. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect the different colors of the sun. In Yang Wanli's "Dawn at Jingci Temple to Send the Forest Square", the rice fragrance says that there is a good harvest, and the frog hears it. In Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon", children are scrambling to chase Huang Die and fly into the cauliflower, and there is nowhere to find it. Song-Yang Mianmian spring rain dyed the earth green and warmed the river.
Look, it is raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of fish.
I just feel that this is like a kind of moist smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden.
In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.