Spring Rain:
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
Xia Yu:
The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
Autumn Rain:
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks.
The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay. ——Wang Wei's "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn"
Winter Rain:
Lying stiffly in the isolated village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.
I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier fall into my dreams.
——Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"