Poetry: In that poem, the word "pear blossoms bring rain" appeared?

Yizhouqu (anonymous)

Hu Xiaoxi under the Golden Rooster Obstacle. Joy is terrible. Yu Yang is fighting. Luan Yuxi was lucky in Shu, and Yuhuan hanged himself. There is dust under Mawei slope. At night, I hate the palace, the moon and the most. Hongdu alchemist. I miss you very much. Concubine Penglai Pavilion. I fell asleep in the palace in search of the truth. Far away, please. Joan's face was full of tears, and pear blossoms brought rain, as if she were trying for the first time. Send a love letter, * * * Jin Chai, have a private chat. In the sky, I would like to fly together. The residence should be connected with two branches. Forever and ever, that's all I hate.

Manjianghong (royal jelly)

It's bleak, everyone is raised, Zhu Zhubai. It is best that pear flowers bring rain, and begonia reflects sunlight. Warm fog is baked into the color of grass, and the charming wind is split in two. Listen to the red edge, green and clear, have known each other. The mood in spring is chaotic, it is still woven. The dream of spring is broken, but it is still hard to find. Look at what's under the green plum, and the tourists are amazed. Love wine must be full of fragrance, pity flowers are too tender to pick lightly. Collect scarves, collect fragrance, and stand by and watch the wind.

Candle shadows shake red (Xia Wanchun)

Do not live up to the nature, Jiuzhong has its own fountain like the sea. Ritual dreams break people's intestines and wait for silver. It's a pity to get on a boat and cross Pu Honglan. Pear blossoms bring rain, catkins face the wind, and there are some debts. Looking back on that year, the arcade painting gallery was brilliant. Playing the silver Zheng at night makes the dancers chic. A change from the city, the darkness is fascinating, and the prosperity is hard to come by. Twelve golden hairpin, three thousand beads, forever desolate.

Ru Mengling (Yao)

Elegant and light as words. Jasper branches are delicate. The hook is lined with Ling Bo, just like the smoke road in Xiangjiang River. Stand still. Stand still. Unlike pear blossoms that bring rain.