1. Li Bai’s poems about spring rain
Among Li Bai’s poems, those describing spring rain include:
1. The east wind, wine, rain and dew bring spring to the world. 1. Li Bai's "Sending Du Ang to Ban Zhong"
2. The smoky scenery is green after the rain, and the clouds are scattered on a sunny day. 1 Li Bai's "Recollections of the Setting Sun in the Mountains"
3. When you raise your eyes while chatting with the rolling curtain, you can see the wet grass. 1. Li Bai's "Conversation with the Rain"
4. The clouds are green and green as if it is raining, and the water is watery and smokey. 1. Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu's Song of Farewell"
5. Amidst the sound of dogs barking and water, peach blossoms are thick with rain. 1. Li Bai's "Visiting the Taoist Priests in Dai Tianshan, Not Encountered"
6. The misty scenery is green after the rain, and the remaining clouds are dispersed on a sunny day. 1 Li Bai's "Recollections of the Sunset in the Mountains"
Extended information:
Li Bai (701-762), a famous romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, also known as Taibai, Qinglian Jushi, and Qinglian Jushi. "Exiled Immortal" was a great romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty. He was hailed as the "Immortal of Poetry" by later generations. He was also called "Li Du" together with Du Fu. In order to distinguish him from the other two poets Li Shangyin and Du Mu, they were called "Little Li Du". , Du Fu and Li Bai are also collectively known as "Big Li Du". According to the "New Book of Tang" records, Li Bai was the ninth grandson of Emperor Xingsheng (Liang Wuzhao King Li Hao) and the same clan as the kings of Li and Tang Dynasties. He is cheerful and generous, loves drinking, writing poetry, and making friends. 2. Li Bai’s poems about spring rain
Among Li Bai’s poems, those describing spring rain include: 1. The east wind, wine, rain and dew bring spring to the world.
1. Li Bai's "Sending Du Ang to Banished to Bazhong" 2. The smoky scenery is green after the rain, and the clouds are scattered on a sunny day. 1. Li Bai's "Recollections of the Setting Sun in the Mountains" 3. Chatting with the rolling curtain. When you raise your eyes, the wet grass is exposed.
1. Li Bai's "Dairing to the Rain" 4. The clouds are green and green, and they are ready for rain, and the water is sluggish and smokey. 1 Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Leaves Farewell" 5. Amidst the sound of dogs barking and water, peach blossoms are thick with rain.
1 Li Bai "Visiting Dai Tianshan Taoist No Encounter" 6. The misty scenery is green after the rain, and the remaining clouds disperse on a sunny day. 1 Li Bai's "Recalling the Sunset in the Mountains"
Extended information: Li Bai (701-762), a famous romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, also known as Taibai, Qinglian Jushi, and "Exiled Immortal". A great romantic poet of the era, he was hailed as the "Immortal of Poetry" by later generations, and was called "Li Du" together with Du Fu. In order to distinguish them from the other two poets Li Shangyin and Du Mu, namely "Little Li Du", Du Fu and Li Bai were also called together "Big Li Du".
According to the "New Book of Tang", Li Bai was the ninth grandson of Emperor Xingsheng (Liang Wuzhao King Li Hao) and the same clan as the kings of Li and Tang Dynasties. He is cheerful and generous, loves drinking, writing poetry, and making friends. 3. What are the ancient poems that describe spring rain?
The river is raining thickly, the river is full of grass, the mountain is empty, the rain is strange, the mountain is about to rain, the wind is coming, the building is full, the rain is passing, the sky is clear, the clouds are broken, but there are words in Bashan, it rains at night, I lie down late at night and listen to the wind. The heavy rain blows and falls, and the swallows and white rain droplets jump into the boat. The good rain knows the season. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily. People on the road want to die. The fallen flowers are independent. The swallows fly together. Seven or eight stars are outside. Two or three o'clock rain in front of the mountain. It's cold. It's raining all over the river at night. It's raining in Wu, and I'm seeing off my guests in Chu Shangu at dawn. The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is smoky. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It's sunny, but there's sunshine. There's mist and rain in my life. There's no wind or rain, no sunshine, chilly cicadas. .
Facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside, and the dancing pavilion and singing platform are always swept away by the wind, and the rain is blown away by the wind. Angry and angry, I leaned against the railing and the rain stopped. It was already dusk and I was sad alone, with more wind and rain.
Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle, no need to return to the red building, looking at each other across the rain, cold beads and foil floating lanterns, returning alone to the small building, listening to the spring rain in the deep alley, selling apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. I asked if the return date is yet to come. , the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Weicheng is clean and dusty in the morning rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. In the past, I went there, and the willows lingered; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling, and I am accustomed to the valley wind. It is overcast and rainy at night. I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse The glacier falls into my dream. The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp. The grass is far away and there is no small building. I listen to the spring rain all night. The apricot blossoms are sold in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty and the late autumn curtains are curtained by thousands of houses. The sunset is a flute on the balcony. The wind is shining. The light is clear. The mountains are empty. The rain is also strange, green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. Poppy? Listening to the Rain by Jiang Jie A young man listens to Yu's song upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles.
When a young man listens to the rain in a boat, the clouds in the river are low and the wild geese call in the west wind. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house, and there are stars on my temples.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from day to day. The only thing I won't forget now is the mist of dusk and the spring rain crossing the maple bridge.
The rain is strong and the wind is good and evil, but don’t be tired of the thatched cottage being low. After the rain, the grass is fragrant and the sun is setting. The apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallow mud is fragrant.
In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasty, there were many towers in the mist and rain. Last night it was windy and rainy. Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green manure, red sycamores, and drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so obvious in the sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night. If you don't know how to leave love, you will suffer.
One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
My clothes are wet from the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. . Bursts of winter thunder, summer rain (Yinyu, the word is this), snow, rain and wind, it is the evening of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain. The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle.
During the yellow plum season, it rains every house. There are frogs everywhere in the grassy pond. The jade face is lonely and full of tears. A pear blossom brings rain in spring. The rain hates the clouds and is sad. Jiangnan is still called a beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips" Pink butterflies dance across the threshold in pairs, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening.
——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le" Yu Linling and the chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair. Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, and the mist sinks into the sky. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more embarrassing and neglecting the Qingqiu Festival.
Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. This passing year should be a time of good times and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them? If you ask about leisure time, how much is it?
Yichuan Tobacco is everywhere in the city. Plum yellow Shiyu.
. The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches in spring, and all things are shining. ---------- Ancient poems of Han Dynasty Yuefu "Long Song Xing" I don't know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors - "Ode to the Willows" by Tang He Zhizhang. The light rain in the street is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not close. The most beneficial thing about spring is the willows that fill the imperial capital - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water" A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
-----------Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with a thousand colors----Zhu Xi, Song Dynasty "Spring Day" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face without chilling. ---------- "Quequatu" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horseshoes. ―――Bai Juyi "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" When the moon rises, birds startle the mountains and sing in the spring stream.
―――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. ――――Wei Yingwu's "Xijian of Chuzhou" An ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are particularly red――――Yang Wanli's "Walking off from Jingci Temple to see off Lin Zifang at dawn" During the Huangmei season, it rains every house, and there are green grass and ponds everywhere. Frog---------- Zhao Shixiu, Song Dynasty, "Invitation" There is no need to regret that Fang Fei is gone, Xia Mu is so gloomy and pleasant----------- Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Odd Titles on a Dark Day in March" The reds and purples have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoos makes summer new ----- Song Lu You's "Early Summer Quatrains" An ancient poem and a famous line describing autumn. The falling clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water is the longest The sky is one color--------Tang·Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to the Knee King's Pavilion of Hongfu in Autumn" The trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains are only the setting sun--------Tang· Wang Ji's "Ambition" A long wind blows thousands of miles away to send the autumn geese, for which I can enjoy the high-rise building -------- Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Farewell to the Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou" The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up my house Triple Thatched Thatch --------- "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The cold autumn light of red candles paints the screen, and the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch the Altair and Vega---- - "Autumn Eve" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, blue sky, yellow leaves on the ground, autumn colors in waves, cold smoke and green on the waves ----------- "Su Muzhe" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty, ancient poems describing winter and describing winter The famous sentence is like a spring breeze coming overnight, and thousands of pear trees are blooming---------Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" The difference in the air can be predicted by spreading salt, not like catkins blowing up in the wind---- -----"Xie Daoyun of Jin Dynasty" "Snow Couplet" The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another------"North Wind Journey" by Tang Dynasty Li Bai Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and thousands of people are everywhere Traces disappear.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. -------- "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty Who cut and carved thousands of piles of snow on the ground to create this continuous ceiling -------- Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Two Poems of Li Flowers" Six flying flowers enter the house At that time, I sat and watched the green bamboos turn into lofty branches --------- Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty, "Dui Xue" A poem describing the "moon" A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. ----Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon" There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown. ----Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" Silently, I go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook—— ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting" The bright moon leaves the branches startled, and the cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night.
——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty passed, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress" Everyone has it. 4. Which poems describe spring rain?
Spring River Water Warmth Duck Prophet; Listening to the Rain Jiang Jie The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, always being blown away by the wind and the rain.
I am so angry that I lean on the railing, and the misty rain breaks. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and I have no plan to stay in the spring. The jade face is lonely and the tears are dry, and a pear blossom brings rain in spring. The rain hates the clouds and is sad. If you don't know how to leave love, you will suffer.
One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. The spring tide brings rain, which comes late and comes quickly, and it is even more windy and rainy.
——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le" The bells are ringing in the rain and the cicadas are mournful; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling, blowing in the valley wind, and it is overcast and rainy. I lie down late at night and listen to the wind and rain. There are thousands of customs, and who can I tell them to? . If you ask about leisure time, the two swallows return in the drizzle.
Facing the Changting Pavilion in the evening, the showers have just stopped, the slanting wind and drizzle have begun, there is no need to go back to the red building, looking at each other across the rain, the cold beads and foil floating lanterns go back to the small building alone, listening to the spring rain in the deep alley, selling apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty, asking about the return date. Not due yet. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat.
It has been many years since I left, and the guest house is green and the willows are new. I have gone there in the past, and the willows are still there. The willow wind does not blow cold on my face. , the color of grass looks far away but there is no grass up close.
Drop the curtain, where is the place of nostalgia? It should be green manure and red slender sycamores and drizzle. Colorful purples and reds are always spring--"Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet. During the Huangmei season, it rains every house, and frogs are everywhere in the grass and ponds. Winter thunder bursts in the summer rain (musical desire, only Asakusa can have no horse hooves, how many towers are in the mist and rain, the wind and rain last night are fierce.
A deep sleep does not eliminate the residual wine, as if it is like There are beautiful flowers and branches in spring, and all things are shining brightly----------ancient Chinese Yuefu poem "Long Song Xing" I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors---------- Tang He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows" The light rain in the sky is as moist as crisp. Even if there is, the willows are all over the emperor's capital - Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Presenting the Water Department Zhang Shiba Yuanwai" Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo should be a good time and a good place.
Plum Yellow Shiyu, the word is this) Snow and rain blow across the wind in the late March, the door is closed at dusk, and the tears are like rain. The apricot blossoms are raining, and the clothes are wet. The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp. The iron horse and the glacier fall into my dream. The color of the grass is far away but there is no small building. I listen to the spring rain all night. At dusk. ---------- "Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty" Quatrains" The random flowers are gradually enchanting the eyes.
. Wind and rain send spring home, a flute of wind blows from the sunset terrace. The water is shining brightly and the sky is clear. The mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. Poppy? It rains at midnight, and the tent is dark with red candles.
A mature man listens to the rain in a boat. The night rain in Bashan makes the autumn pond rise. The broad clouds in the river are low and the wild geese call in the west wind. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, and the dusk is falling in the sky. It is dripping in front of the steps until dawn.
The only thing I should not forget now is that the cliff is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the willow wind is not cold on my face. ——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips" Pink butterflies dance across the threshold in pairs, the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening, and the orchid boat urges the wind.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Thoughts come and go, thousands of miles away.
Yichuan Tobacco is everywhere in the city. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. Nothing happens all day long.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? The morning rain in Weicheng is clear and the dust is clear, and the dusk mist and spring rain pass over the maple bridge.
The best thing about spring is the spring;? The rivers are raining heavily, the rivers and grass are all over the mountains, the sky is empty, the rain is strange, the mountains are about to rain, the wind is coming, the buildings are full, the rain is passing, the sky is blue, the clouds are broken, but there are no words, Bashan is raining at night, and I lie down at night and listen to the wind. The rain is heavy, the swallows are falling, the white rain is scattered, and the beads are jumping into the boat. Good rain knows the season. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. The rain falls heavily during the Qingming Festival. People on the road want to die. The fallen flowers are independent, and there is no boat crossing the wild. There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, but the saying is that Begonia remains the same.
Do you know? Do you know? I asked the man behind the curtain to see off my guests in the ordinary day. The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is sluggish with smoke. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is sunny but there is sunshine. There is a mist and rain for the rest of my life. There is neither wind, rain nor sunshine. The chilling cicadas are miserable.
Facing Changting night. The rain is strong and the wind is good and evil, but don’t be disgusted by the low thatched cottage.
After the rain, the grass is fragrant and the sun is setting. The apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallows are fragrant. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are stars on the temples.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the snow is coming to welcome the spring, bit by bit. This time, how could the sycamore tree be so sad? The swallows flew together. Seven or eight stars were outside the sky, and two or three o'clock rain fell in front of the mountain. The cold rain fell across the river at night.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and even more embarrassing and neglecting the Qingqiu Festival. Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the waning moon in the morning breeze, and the dancing pavilion and singing platform where the showers have just stopped.
-----------"Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. It is easy to recognize the east wind. In the deep alleys, apricot blossoms are sold in the Ming Dynasty. In late autumn, thousands of families are raining. The south of the Yangtze River remains the same. Called a beauty. 5. What are Du Fu's poems describing "spring rain"
1. The blue mountains are sunny and humid, with more white water and rain. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty "Happy Rain at the Uncle's House in Baishui Mingfu"
Translation: The sunny green mountains were once again wet by the spring rain. During this period, there was a lot of spring rain in Baishui County.
2. When the Yangtze River goes to Zhan Zhan, the drizzle comes. Mao Ci is sparse and easy to get wet, and the clouds and fog are dense and difficult to open. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Mei Yu"
Translation: The deep and clear river flows towards the Yangtze River, a drizzle begins in the sky, wetting the thatched roof, and the mountains are filled with clouds and mist.
3. The spring clouds on the city cover the garden wall, and the river pavilion is quiet and fragrant in the evening. The forest flowers are wet with rain and rouge, and the waterlilies are carried by the wind and grow green. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Rain on the Qujiang River"
Translation: The spring clouds lie tiredly on the wall of Furong Garden, the river pavilion stands in the vast twilight, and the spring scene is silent. The flowers in the forest are more colorful with raindrops attached, and the waterlilies are waving green ribbons, pulling the breeze.
4. The cool air is blowing in the evening, and the clouds in the river are drifting in confusion. The windy mandarin ducks are hiding near Zhuguzhi, and the swifts are gathering in deep strips.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Morning Rain"
Translation: The cold wind blows in the evening, mist hangs on the river, water birds hide on the small island in the middle of the river, and swifts gather in the willow branches.
5. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night"
Translation: Good rain seems to fall when needed, falling in the spring when all things sprout. With the gentle breeze, it quietly enters the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth. 6. What are some poems about spring breeze and spring rain?
Spring in Poems 1. I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.
(Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn") 2. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song") 3. Red beans grow in the southern country. How many branches will grow when spring comes? (Wang Wei's "Lovesickness") 4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
(Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain") 5. The wildfire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again. (Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Raw Grass") 6. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
(Li Shen's "Compassion for the Farmers") 7. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep vegetation in spring. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 8. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
(Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai") 9. I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow") 10. The garden is filled with spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
(Ye Shaoweng's "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It") 11. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake") 12. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
(Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong") 13. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River") 14. It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with its colorful colors.
(Zhu Xi's "Spring Day") 15. When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains and sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream") 16. The river and mountains in Chiri are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.
(Du Fu's "Quequatrains") 17. This spring has passed by again, when will it be the return year? (Du Fu's "Quequatrains") 18. The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, so the boat pushes out of the willow shade.
(Xu Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake") 19. It's a pity that the sun is setting and the fragrance is falling, and you don't need a matchmaker to marry with the spring breeze. (Li He's "Thirteen Poems of Nanyuan") 20. In the springtime, all things shine brightly.
("Yuefu Song Ci·Long Song Xing") 21. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden. (Han Yu's "Spring Snow") 22. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
(Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci") 23. The river in front of Huangshi Pagoda is east of the river, and the spring scenery is lazy and relies on the breeze. (Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers") 24. The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
(Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream") 25. Everlasting regret has nowhere to go when spring returns, and I don't know where to turn. (Bai Juyi's "Dalin Temple Peach Blossom") 26. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
(Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri") 27. The spring breeze is greening the south bank of the river again. When will the bright moon shine on me again? (Wang Anshi's "Mooring Boats in Guazhou") (2) Poems about spring scenery that do not contain the word "spring" 1. The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
(Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents the Water Department Zhang Shiba Yuanwai") 2. The jasper makeup is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. (He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows") 3. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
(Du Fu's "Seven Quatrains Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers") 4. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. (Zhinan's "Quequatrains") 5. Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky.
(Du Fu's "Quatrains") 6. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are full of mandarin fish. (Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi") 7. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
(Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"). The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it again. (Zi Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland"). Sneaking into the night with the wind, the slippery objects are silent.
"Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"" The sky is clear, the fields are vast, the wind blows the grass, and you can see cattle and sheep. ("Chile Song") 1. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival, and come to take care of the chrysanthemums.
(Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village") 2. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. (Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon") 3. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
(Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn") 4. The flowers splash with tears when feeling the time, and the birds are frightened by the hate. (Du Fu's "Spring View") 5. Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.
(Du Fu (happy for rain on a spring night)) 6. The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees. (Chang Jian's "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple") 7. Huang Si's natal family's house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging down the branches.
(Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers") 8. Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand") 9. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain; mandarin fish are fat in peach blossoms and flowing water.
(Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi") 10. I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu's "Qingming") Rain in the Poetry 1. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
"Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"" 2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. (Wang Wei's "Autumn Borer in the Mountains") 3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
(Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. (Wang Wei's "In the Mountains") 5. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
(Zhang Zhihe's "The Fisherman's Song") 6. I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier man come in my dream. (Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th") 7. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
(Du Mu's "Qingming") (Third Grade Chinese Language) -4-8. It's cold and rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guests in Chushan in the clear day. (Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 9. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new.
(Wang Wei's "The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi") 10. The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. (Su Shi's "Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake") Snow in the poem 1. The grass is dry and the hawk's eyes are weak, and the horse's hooves are light when the snow is gone.
(Wang Wei's "Watching the Hunt") 2. When trying to drive away the Qingqi, heavy snow covered the bow and knife. (Lu Lun's "Song of the Past") 3. I know it's not snow from a distance because there is a faint fragrance coming.
(Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom") 4. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a cold river in the snow. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue") 5. Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns home on a snowy night.
(Liu Changqing's "The Master of Furong Mountain Stays in the Snow") 6. The snow-capped mountains are dark with long clouds in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. (Wang Changling's "Four of Seven Poems on the Military March") 7. If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
(Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult") 8. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. (Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da") 9. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
(Du Fu's "Quatrains") 10. The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and it snows in August. (Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital") Grass in the Poem 1. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.
("Chile Song") 2. The grass grows in the original land, and it dries up and flourishes every year. (Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland") 3. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep vegetation in spring.
(Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 4. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song") 5. The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night.
(Lu Lun's "Song of the Past") 6. Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming (Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields)) 7. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes.
(Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields") 8. There is a lonely grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. (Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream") 9. The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only the Asakusa has no horse hooves.
(Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake") 10. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. (Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents the Water Department Zhang Shi."