1. Poems about wind and rain
Poems containing the word rain
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.— ——Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"
My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. ——-Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"
The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ――――Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, many towers were in the mist and rain. ――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
Lying down in the late night, listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into sleep. ―――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ――――Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three drops of rain are falling in front of the mountain――― How many. ――――Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -----Du Mu's "Qingming"
The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. ――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake"
The broken mountains and rivers are blown by the wind and fluttering catkins, and the ups and downs of one's life are shaken by the rain――――Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
Kongshan Xin After the rain, the weather comes late in autumn————(Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountain")
It’s a cold rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guest from Chushan in the bright morning———— (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower")
Good rain knows the season, and spring is here occur. ——From Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. ——From Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain"
The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——From Seng Zhi'an's "Quatrains"
The sound of wind and rain at night can tell how many flowers have fallen. ——From "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran
Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. ——From Su Shi's "The Drunken Book at Wanghulou on June 27th" 2. What are the poems that contain wind and rain?
The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing in the evening of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no trace left. Spring lives. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. Ouyang Xiu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
It is intended to make the madman drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty. "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Liu Yong
The missing arrow moved, and I felt a little cold, gradually whimpering, and made several faint sounds when I drew my horn. By the opposite window, the light is turned off to face the dawn, and I can't sleep without the shadow. Liu Yong's "Qi Shi"
If you want to exchange intoxication for sadness, don't break your heart by singing clear songs. "Ruan Lang Returns" by Yan Jidao
On a spring outing, apricot blossoms blow all over your head. Whose family on the street is young and charming? I plan to marry you and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed.
In the past, willows were planted in the south of Han Dynasty; now they look shaky and desolate in the rivers and lakes; the trees are like this, how can people be embarrassed? Fight for this life, spend time with flowers and wine, and shed tears for her. (Zhou Bangyan's "Jie Lianlian")
Get rid of the wandering mind, and don't worry about the unpleasantness of the words. (Zhou Bangyan's "Butterflies Love Flowers")
The separation between the two places is sad, a wine-filled statue is desolate, and the danger is everywhere. Cai Shen's "Su Wu Man"
It's a stormy night in the west building, and I shed tears even if I don't listen to the clear song. "Partridge Sky" by Zhou Zizhi
It's a pity that the east wind will blow away the hatred and idle flowers. "Three Shu Meis" by Shi Dazu
The young man was conceited and his pen was full of arrogance, but now his youth has faded away and he is filled with desolation. Liu Kezhuang's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom"
It's easy to pick a beautiful woman's character, but it's rare for a beautiful woman to do something with her heart. Man, there is China in the northwest, don’t shed tears beside the West Bridge. Liu Kezhuang's "Magnolia"
It's a time of drinking and buying flowers, but it's not like the old mood. "Jiangchengzi" by Lu Zugao
The heart was cut off before I could say a word, but I still have a high outlook. It's even more embarrassing that the grass is falling all over the sky, and the plum blossoms are flying late. Lu Zugao's "A Banquet in the Qing Capital"
I'm afraid that if you lean on the langan, your Excellency will hear the sound of the stream in the mountains outside the pavilion. Only the mountains and rivers of the old days remain the same, and the evening rain and clouds will never return. Pan Fang's "Nanxiangzi"
Who can tell me about the old friend upstairs, the green grass and the setting sun? Wu Wenying's "Flowers at Night"
I am sleepwalking in the depths of the flowers across the door, the sunset is speechless and the swallows are sad, and the fragrance of jade moves the small curtain hook. The catkins fall silently and shed tears in spring. There are shadows on the moving clouds and the moon is shy. The east wind blows at night and is colder than autumn. "Huanxi Sand" by Wu Wenying
Today is half-spring in Jiangcheng, and I am still here, deep in the chaotic mountains, beside the lonely creek bridge. "The Sapphire Case" by Huang Gongshao
The most important thing is love. When all the plum blossoms are broken, it is difficult to express lovesickness. Zhou Mi's "High Balcony"
A night of lovesickness in front of the window and a dream, but I am alone and separated by water. But sadly, the trees are full of fragrance and the ground is sloping. … Nowadays, there are fragrant grasses growing everywhere, no matter how high you are, you can’t even see the horizon. What's more, there are several east winds and flying flowers. Wang Yisun's "High Balcony"
At that time, I was a flower-viewer, but now I don't even have half of them. "Magnolia" by Yan Shu
The sunset in Hankou is like a dodo, and the autumn water in Dongting stretches far into the sky. --Liu Changqing
Ice muscles and jade bones, naturally cool and sweat-free. The water palace is full of fragrance when the wind blows. The embroidered curtain is open, and a bright moon peeks at people, but no one is sleeping.
The hairpin on the pillow is messy. Su Shi's "Song of the Cave Immortal"
The wind is calm at night and the lines are flat. The young boat has passed away, and the rivers and seas have left me with the rest of my life. Su Shi's "Linjiang Immortal"
Wutuian Tian and Pingting, a curtain of dreams under the moonlight at night, the tenderness of the spring breeze. Qin Guan's "Eight-Sixth Son"
At this moment, when the soul disappears, the sachet is secretly dissolved, and the Luo belt is lightly divided. Man wins the brothel, but survives in name. When will we see you again? There are crying marks on the sleeves. From the injured place, Gaocheng can be seen, and the lights are already dusk. Qin Guan's "The Fragrance of the Courtyard"
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the precious curtains hang with small silver hooks. Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sand"
Last year, the purple road and the green gate, tonight the rain brings the soul of the clouds. It only takes a few evenings to ruin a lifetime of languor? Zhao Lingshi's "Qing Ping Le"
As the sun sets above the building, amid the sound of broken bells, a wanderer from the south of the Yangtze River looked at Wu Gou and took pictures of it, but no one noticed or came to see it. "Water Dragon Song" by Xin Qiji
The cherry blossoms wither and leave people in tears, the plum rain falls and all the sorrow of lonely travelers is gone, and the spring water of a city flows eastward. "Huanxi Sand" The river flows through the ages and the cranes are still there, the sound of waves is still full of flowers, and the dream is traceless in the water. "Huanxi Sand" 3. What are the poems that describe wind and rain?
1. Words that describe "wind"
Strong storm, spring breeze bringing warmth, wind and rain, slanting wind and drizzle, cold The wind is rustling,
The wind is calm, the breeze is blowing, the autumn wind is refreshing, the storm is blowing, the wind is rolling,
The wind is surging, the evening breeze is blowing, the wind is gentle and drizzle, the wind and clouds are suddenly changing, the north wind is biting,
< p> Roaring wind, north wind, east wind, violent wind, spring breeze, south wind, strong wind, breeze,2. Words describing rain
Heavy rain, strong wind, pouring rain, rain curtain Hanging, the spring rain is continuous, the spring rain is like silk,
The spring rain is like oil, the drizzle is continuous, pattering, the rain is pouring, the storm is violent,
The rain is heavy, the rain is as fast as an arrow, the wind is strong Heavy rain, lightning and thunder, muffled thunder,
Rolling thunder, bolts from the blue, thunderstorms, roaring thunder, thunder and lightning,
Pattering, heavy rain, heavy rain, 4 .Famous ancient poems about wind and rain
1. Wind and rain send spring back, while flying snow welcomes spring. ——Modern · Mao Zedong's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
Translation: The ups and downs have sent spring away, and the flying snow in the sky has ushered in spring.
2. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. —— Tang Dynasty Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
Translation: Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze blowing overnight, and thousands of pear trees were in full bloom.
3. The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the triple thatch on my house. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind"
Translation: The autumn was deep in August, and the strong wind howled, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof.
4. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. ——"Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Translation: During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle falls one after another, and all the travelers on the road are in despair.
5. The cold rain comes into Wu at night, and I see off my guests in Chushangu in the morning. ——Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
Translation: The misty mist and rain spread all over the rivers and sky of Wudi all night long; I see you off early in the morning, and I feel so sad about leaving Chushan alone. 5. Write and appreciate the famous lines from ancient poems about wind or rain
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
Translation:
The spring breeze blows by, blowing every corner of the south bank of the river green. When will the bright moon shine on me back to my hometown?
Appreciation:
The previous sentence is a famous sentence through the ages, pointing out that the season is spring, and describing the scenery on the south bank of the Yangtze River. The word "green" means "blowing green", which is a verb used in a wonderful way. It is said that Wang Anshi changed the word more than ten times to make good use of it, and finally selected the word "green" from more than ten verbs. Because other words only express the arrival of the spring breeze, but do not express the change of the new green scenery on the Qianli River Bank after the arrival of spring. In the concluding sentence, "When will the bright moon shine on me, will it come back?", the poet has been looking at it for a long time, and he didn't realize that the bright moon was rising. He used a question sentence to express a picture of "when the bright moon shines on me, will it come back", further expressing his feeling of missing his homeland.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Translation:
I don’t know who cut these thin willow leaves. The February spring breeze, which is suddenly warm but then cold, is like scissors.
Appreciation:
"I don’t know who carried the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors." is a very famous poem. Before He Zhizhang, who compared the spring breeze to scissors? This sentence turns the spring breeze in February, which is suddenly warm but turns cold, from invisible to tangible, showing the magical dexterity of the spring breeze, making "Wing of Willows" a model work of poetry about objects. 6. Poems about Guan Yu
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three drops of rain are in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River"
The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen.
――――Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn———— (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")
There is no rain on the mountain road. The sky is green and people's clothes are wet - (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain")
In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there are many towers in the mist and rain. ――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
It's cold and rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guest in Chushan in the bright light———— (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower")
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying. -----Du Mu's "Qingming"
The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ――――Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
The water is bright and sunny, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. ――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake"
The broken mountains and rivers are blown by the wind and fluttering catkins, and the ups and downs of one's life are shaken by the rain――――Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
Kongshan Xin After the rain, the weather comes late in autumn————(Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountain")
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher Song"
The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the face is not cold when it blows Wind in the Willows. ――――Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"
In the late night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. ―――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th" 7. Five poems each about "water, wind, flowers, mountains and rain"
Bashui Tang Bai Juyi City Bajiang River, spring is coming Like koji dust.
The soft sand is like Weiqu, and the sloping bank reminds me of Tianjin. The shadow is dipped in the new yellow willow, and the fragrant little white apple floats.
Sitting in front of the stream and scratching one's head, who is melancholy? Dashui by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty In Guojian, a suburb of Xunyang, a flood comes every year. Half of the buildings are floating, and many of the city battlements are falling.
The vast sea is the color of the sky, and the sky is green. The wind blows and the white waves turn, and the sun boils and the red waves boil.
Businessmen and businessmen went out from house to house, and cattle and horses took refuge in the mountains. Moreover, when tax rates are imposed, it is quite detrimental to farming and mulberry production.
The only servant is Zhouzi, who encourages business in the world. I don't know if there will be a disaster for thousands of people, I will look for the sharpness of the awl.
I have no choice but to succeed. After the frost in September, the water dries up to flat ground.
Looking at the residual water from the lake pavilion at night by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The autumn scenery on the lake is sparse, and the lakeside is desolate at night. Climb the pavilion and look at the lake water. The water shrinks and comes out from the bottom of the lake.
On the clear day, there will be early frost, and on the bright day, the remaining days will be gone. The flow follows the terrain, and depressions have no definite quality.
The clear white dragon lies down, and the green snake bends. Broken mirror and broken sword head, the light is not the same.
I have been a visitor to the mountains and rivers for a long time, and I have seen all kinds of strange things. When I came to the lake pavilion to look at it, it was hard to describe this situation.
You know that in heaven and earth, great things are not yet over. Looking at the Water from the Lake Pavilion by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The south lake swells up after long rains, and visitors from the north pass by the new sunshine.
The sun sets red with shadows, the wind is steady green without waves. There are no houses on the shore, but there are many boats and boats on the beach.
Where can a pitiful heart wander alone? Clear water is like a mirror Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty The sages and generals set up metaphors to store the best and deep feelings. Pure white and full virtue, clear and clear mind.
It is hard to resist watering the floating water, but it is hard to invade the solid water if it is filled with turbidity. A good lesson can be learned from a square inch, but life is in ruins.
One can discipline oneself when facing a spring, just like looking at a mirror in silence. Integrity and prudence are passed down in housekeeping, and the reputation is shared between ancient and modern times.
Spring Water by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty In March, the peach blossoms wave, and the river current returns to its old traces. When the morning comes, there is no sand tail, and the blue color moves the wood door.
Connect strands of hanging fragrant bait, and connect the canister to irrigate the small garden. Countless birds have been added, and they are noisy as they compete for bathing.
Midnight Autumn Song "Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty" There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes. The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two.
On what day when the barbarians are defeated, a good man will stop his expedition. "Climbing High" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugistan.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by. Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.
Difficulty hates the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy. "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty The dusk clouds have gathered up and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Who has been garrisoning outside Long for a long time? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court? The old concubine who fell out of favor returned to the courtyard at night, when the old general did not go upstairs. According to him, how many people have broken hearts, the Jade Rabbit and the Silver Toad are far away.
Feng Li Qiao, Tang Dynasty, sheds three autumn leaves, but can bloom February flowers. Thousands of feet of waves are crossing the river, and thousands of bamboo poles are sloping into the water.
For miscellaneous flowers, Wei Yingwu: The morning is red and the scenery is new, and the evening is full of dew. If the beauty is intentional, the garden will be filled with fragrance.
Living alone to guard the far county, the sun will always cover the gate. If you don't get married with flowers, who will you talk to in the end?
Seeing Flowers Han Xie, in his trousers and holding his nose, is chanting poems, alone on the wall at noon. The blood-stained Shu Luo Mountain wanderers, the flesh-red palace Jin Haitang pear.
Being sick due to madness is really a no-brainer, and it is sad to want to sing but have nothing to do. Seeing that the east wind is returning, the branches of the dispute are the most numerous.
Ode to the Willow Blossoms by Xue Neng Life is full of disappointments, and the catkins rise and fall. From whose tree comes spring in Duyuan.
The appearance of the court is broken, and the clear shadow passes over the neighbors. The butterflies in the palace are covered with chaos, and the crowd rushes to the stranger.
Follow the waves to the sea, get caught in the rain or dust. I will turn to the Sun of Mercy and treat my body gently.
Ode to Plum Blossoms by Yu Xin On the half of the twelfth lunar month, the plum blossoms are already blooming. If you don’t believe this Spring Festival Gala, come and watch it in the snow.
The trees are moving and the ice is falling, and the branches are high and cold. If I had known I couldn't find him, I would have regretted wearing the clothes.
Flower Bottom Du Fu Purple calyx supports thousands of pistils, and yellow whiskers illuminate thousands of flowers. Suddenly, I am suspicious of the evening rain, but why is it entering the morning glow?
It may be that Pan'an County can afford to keep guards and chariots. Know the good color well, don't let it be muddy.
Drinking wine and singing songs under the flowers by Tang Yin Ninety years of spring light flies by, drinking wine and singing songs in front of the flowers. How many days can the flowers bloom on the branches and how many days can there be in the world?
Good flowers are difficult to plant and will not bloom. Youth is easy to live and will never come back again. If you don’t get drunk in front of flowers in life, life will be dull even if flowers laugh at you.
Jealousy of Flowers Tang Yin Last night it started to rain on Begonia, which made me feel light and tender. The beautiful woman came out of the orchid room at dawn, turned to the mirror and put on red makeup.
Is it good to ask Langhua if she is so slave-faced? Langdao is not as graceful as flowers. The beauty heard this and became jealous, not believing that a dead flower is better than a living person.
Crush the flowers into pieces and throw them in front of the man: Please let him sleep with the flowers today! Looking at the mountains, how is Dai Zongfu, Qilu is still young, the clock of good fortune is beautiful, the yin and yang are cut off at dusk, the clouds are growing on the chest, the returning birds are arriving at the canthus, and the meeting is at the top of the mountain, looking at the small mountains. "Drinking" by Tao Yuanming, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. Walking at dawn to look at Yunshan Mountain by Yang Wanli When the sky is about to dawn, you can always see the strange peaks in your eyes.
But a peak suddenly grew, and then I realized that it was a real mountain. Mountain Walk---Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people's homes deep in the white clouds. I parked my car and sat in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.
Ancient style——Li Bai Going west to Lotus Mountain, you will see the stars all the way. Holding the hibiscus in bare hands, creeping over the clear sky with empty steps. Poem title: Staying in Zhiyu Hall on August 22nd, enjoying the coolness after the rain. Category: Seven-character quatrains. Author: Fan Chengda. The rain is steaming the clouds and darkening the sunset, and the fragrance of flowers fills the courtyard.
Write a poem and pen under the north window, repaying the cold with this time. Poem Name: Watching the Evening Rain in August Category: Seven-Character Quatrains Author: Xu Ning On the night of August 15th this year, the cold rain could not be heard.
Wherever the snow is, Wushan Mountain and the water are covered with thousands of clouds. Poem Name: Happy Rain on August 5th, Composed on the First Balcony Category: Seven-Character Rhymed Poetry Author: Yang Weizhen Knocking on the door, I walked past Taishi's house, but I dragged my stick up to the first balcony.
Thunder rises from the bottom of Gexian Well, and rain comes from Huangfei Pagoda. The officers and soldiers reported good news on the copper thallium road, and the mountain people had diarrhea in the white snail cup.
Who knows that poetry is good? Shandong Li Xunjin is talented. Name of the poem: A sudden cool breeze on August 1 Category: Seven-Character Ancient Poetry Author: Lu You Sweating on my clothes and panting, who knew there would be such a happy wind! The new coolness suddenly disappears from the world, and the lingering summer heat is really sweeping away.
Just as a light thunder passed through Linwu, the rain had already blown to the curtains. Youren has recovered from his illness and has nothing to do. He is left to write poems and have a prosperous life.
Poem title: Light Rain in Badong (1) Category: Seven-Character Quatrains Author: Lu You I temporarily borrowed the clear stream to accompany the fishing man, and the light rain on the beach made my lone awning wet. From now on, the poem is in Badong County, not in the wind and snow of Baqiao.
Poetry title: Bamboo Rain Category: Others Author: Yang Wanli When Bajiao rains, he is happy, and his voice is clearer and more beautiful all night long. The soft voice is as clever as a fly touching paper, and the loud voice is as loud as a mountain falling from a spring.
You can listen to it at three o'clock and five o'clock, and there will be no silence in the autumn evening. The plantains are happy and sad, but it is not as good as the west wind harvesting but the rain stops immediately.