Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. -Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huan, Flower Shed and Spring Red.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Go to Xiaolou"
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Zhinan's "Jueju"
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. -Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.
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. -Han Yu's Early Spring Shower Zhang Eighteen/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring.
The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good"
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. -Liu Yuxi's "Two Zhuzhi Ci Poems, the First Part"
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. -Tang Wan's "Chai Toufeng, the world is thin"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. -Li Shangyin's "Love Luoting in Cuizhou"
Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. -Yan Shu "Huanxisha has always been a limited body"
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. -Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"