Author liuyong? Song dynasty
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? I think of that beautiful woman, looking up from the gorgeous upstairs, and how many times I mistook the distant boat for the love boat to go home. She will know that I am so sad leaning against the railing, and I am so sad.
Translation?
Facing the drizzly dusk, the rain fell from the sky on the river, and autumn scenery was particularly cold after some rain washing. The bleak frost wind is as tight as a moment, and the mountains and rivers are barren and depressed, and the afterglow of the sunset shines on the tall buildings. Everywhere, the red flowers wither, the green leaves wither, and all the beautiful scenery gradually fades. Only the surging Yangtze River flows eastward quietly.
I can't bear to climb high and look far, looking at my hometown in the distance, and my desire to go home is hard to put away. Sighing where these years have gone, why have you stayed in a foreign land for a long time?
If you miss a beautiful woman, you have to climb the river and paint a building every day. How many times have you mistook a ship coming from afar for the hometown of your sweetheart? Watch me go home and mistake one boat for another. Do you know that I am leaning against a tall building and looking out, and my mind is so deep?
Second, Yu Meiren.
Author Jie Jiang? Song dynasty
Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
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When I was young, I listened to the rain on the rostrum, lit red candles, and in the dim light, there were lights in my account. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans.
Now, a person is at the monk's house, listening to the drizzle. When people are old, their temples are gray, and the experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless. Let the rain drop by drop on the steps until dawn.
Third, after drinking two rains, on Chuqing Lake, the second.
Author Su Shi? Song dynasty
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
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On sunny days, the West Lake is full of blue waves. In the sunshine, radiant, beautiful. When it rains, the distant mountains are shrouded in misty rain, and their eyes are confused. The hazy scenery is also beautiful. If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a beauty, then whether it is light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always set off her natural beauty and charming charm.
Fourth, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Author du fu? the 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.
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Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright.
When the morning comes, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.
In early spring, I was a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs (Part I)
Author Han Yu? the Tang Dynasty
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.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
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The streets in Beijing are drenched with rain, as delicate and moist as milk. Grass comes from the ground, and the colors of grass are faintly connected in the distance, but it looks sparse and sporadic when you look closely. The most beautiful scenery in a year is this early spring scenery, far better than the late spring in Lvyang City.