Nanjing Xipu Road 1, Huangmei is ripe in April. Zhan Zhan arrived at the Yangtze River, and the drizzle came. Hair is sparse and easy to wet, and clouds are dense and difficult to open. Unexpectedly, Longxi, vortex shore home. -Du Fu (Tang) "Plum Rain"
2. The rain falls on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the rain drops the sound of lotus. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building. We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east. ? Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook. The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. There is a crystal pillow at the head of the bed, and her hair hangs down from her hair and is placed on the pillow. -Ouyang Xiu (Song) "Rain on the Light Thunder Pool Outside the Xianliu River in Linjiang"
3, back to the pond, the rain feet are like reeling, and wild birds can't afford to fly. If you don't have time to plow and fish, Akita will probably drip. Sit and watch the dark clouds and heavy rain, and spray mountains in front of you. Suddenly, there were dark clouds overhead and it was stormy, but it was the night before the mountain came out. -Cui Daorong (Tang) "Two Rains on the Stream"
4. It rains heavily in xian yangqiao, and fishing boats are separated by empty spots. Just like the spring water in Dongting, Xiaoyun enters Yueyang Day. -Wen (Tang) "Xianyang Value Rain"
Five, one. One more drink, one more drink. The lamp on the banana window outside the window. Infinite love at this time. Dreams don't come easily. Hatred is hard to level. People who are not worried don't like to hear it. Empty steps lead to bright places. -Si Wan Yong (Song) "Long Acacia Rain"
6. The desert in Yun Qi is a bit cold in autumn. But my clothes are wet and there is no sound. -Gu Huan (Tang), drunken son, Momo.
7. When the flowers are in full bloom, it rains continuously, and the clouds enter people's water and destroy the embankment. ? Yesterday, the spring breeze was on the road, and poor Jin Hong threw mud in vain. -Xu Ning (Tang) "Spring Rain"