Poetry about drizzle 1. Poems about heavy rain
Love in Luoting —— Commemoration and Cui Yan
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
-Li Shangyin-
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it talks to the rain at dusk.
-Li Shangyin-
make an appointment
In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
Zhao Shixiu
Go to the lake for a spring outing
A pair of swallows, when did you fly back? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom.
After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.
-Chui Fu-
Liuzhi ci
The pavilion is a spring pool until pedestrians are half drunk;
Regardless of the misty rain, I will hate Jiangnan.
-Zheng Wenbao-
After the rain of lent in the north
After the rain, two birds come to occupy bamboo, and in autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.
Wentong
One of the "two stories about things":
In summer, swallows will whisper, and the green locust garden will not be overcast.
No one saw the rain in the west window, and the banana was just a few feet away.
-Wang Zao-
In Chuzhou, Xixi.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Wei-
Ding Fengbo:
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The cold spring breeze woke me up, and the weather was a little cold, but the mountains caught my eye with oblique photos.
Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind, no rain and no eyes.
-Su Shi-
Live in seclusion
Although you are different, there is a camp when you go out.
There is nothing to pull, so this seclusion.
Rainy night is coming, I wonder if spring grass will grow.
Green hills suddenly appeared and birds were singing around the house.
When using Taoist dolls, or using firewood.
Since the Ann Jian bad, this person is bo Rong Shi.
Wei-
On a cold rainy night, Wu lives alone in Chushan, Fujian. Break up with Xinjian at Furong Inn.
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. day of mourning
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. Yugezi
There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.
2. What are the poems about rain?
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
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 The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)
Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.
3. Poems about rain
1) Appreciation of Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" The season of knowing rain happens 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. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night expresses the poet's love and praise for the selfless dedication to the drizzle on a spring night.
One or two words of "good" are affectionate and praise the spring rain. "Knowing the season" endows Spring Rain with human life and emotion. In my opinion, the spring rain is considerate and knows the season, and it floats around when people are in urgent need, prompting the opportunity.
What a good spring rain! The first couplet not only expresses the "occurrence" of the spring rain, but also implicitly conveys the author's anxious mood of eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the spring rain. Couplets are obviously the poet's auditory feelings.
Spring rain has come, coming with the wind in the boundless night, quietly moistening everything, without any intention of seeking "goodness", just seeking dedication. You see, the author observes the rain scene so carefully that even the spring rain and silence are heard by the poet.
Visible, Yu Chunyu unconsciously surprised, the poet stayed up all night. Tie couplets around the neck, the poet only looks forward to the spring rain for one night, but he is afraid of an abrupt end. He is happy and worried. He pushed the door out and stood there overlooking, only to see that the usually distinct field paths were also dissolved into the night, and it was dark, showing how dark the night was and how dense the rain was.
The river boat fishing fire is even more dazzling, reflecting the vastness and darkness of spring night, and also highlighting the richness of spring rain from the side. In the words of imagination, the poet witnessed the continuous spring rain, and was gratified to think that at dawn the next day, Jinguan City would be a colorful spring scenery.
Flowers are full of color and vitality, which is formed by subtle, moist and condensed silent drizzle ... 2) Appreciation of Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour in Qiantang" Gushan Temple is in the northwest of Jiating, and the water level is low. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
The first couplet focuses on the big picture and writes about the scenery seen by Gushan Temple. The first sentence is position, and the second sentence is vision.
"Chuping" refers to spring water, which is slightly flat with the embankment. "Low cloud feet" means that the white clouds are low and connected with the lake, and the outline of early spring is outlined.
The calm water at the foot and the low-hanging cloud curtain in the sky constitute a quiet ink painting of the West Lake. The poems written by Zhuan Xu were seen by poets during their travels.
Yingying is a singer in spring, and everyone is competing to fly to the sunny tree to sing; Yan, the messenger of spring, has begun to build nests with mud and is full of vitality. Using "jujube" to describe oriole reflects Bai Juyi's sincere love for these vibrant little lives.
The word "struggle" makes people feel that spring is rare and precious. Using a word "peck" to describe the busy and excited appearance of the swallow seems to bring the swallow back to life.
These two sentences deliberately describe the dynamics of Yingying Yanyan, thus making the whole poem full of vitality and vitality in spring. Writing flowers and plants in neck couplets focuses on the poet's feelings.
The horse walked briskly on the shallow grass and looked at the flowers for a long time. His eyes were full of colorful flowers, which made people dizzying and puzzled. This pair of couplets and the first pair of couplets are the core of this poem, and they are also the crowning touch to describe the spring scenery in the white poem, especially the spring scenery in the West Lake.
This is an emotional and energetic description of the scenery, which fully shows Bai Juyi's careful observation of the object of description and accurate grasp of its characteristics. At the end of the poem, the scenery of Baishadi is written, which directly expresses the poet's joy.
The "lack of lines" is due to the lack of sight, which shows that the poet lingers. From the northern foot of Gushan Mountain to the present Pinghu and Bai Causeway Autumn Moon, the poet reported the information of spring to people all the way: the lake is full of spring water, the trees are full of spring warblers, Chun Yan is in the air, the spring flowers are blooming on the shore, and the spring grass is just green. The poet's keen and delicate brushwork makes people realize that the West Lake is wearing spring clothes in a stretch.
The poet praised the spring scenery of the West Lake and pointed out that he loved walking on the white sand embankment. There is water on both sides of Bai Causeway, and willows and peach trees are planted on both sides of the embankment.
Walking on the Bai Causeway in spring, the lake is at your feet, and you seem to be walking on the water; Willow branches in early spring, like smoke and fog, like silk, come to your face and make your heart swell with infinite tenderness and infinite love. You are like in a dream and a fairyland. When you walk on the Bai Causeway in spring, you can better appreciate the poet's feelings and moods when he wrote this poem.
The theme of the whole poem is mainly on the word "travel", closely following the word "spring outing" to describe the scenery. But the West Lake is too big and the journey is too long, so the poet only intercepts a paragraph to write-from the north of Gushan Temple to Baisha Land.
After reading this poem, we naturally have the feeling of enjoying the early spring scenery of the West Lake with the poet. The whole poem has tight structure, strict meter, neat antithesis, fluent language and vivid and natural tone, which embodies the characteristics of popularity and fluency.
Generally speaking, the poet describes the spring on the lake and is good at describing the scenery on the way. He chose the combination of typical and classified arrangement: he wrote four most beautiful spring scenes in the middle and chose the combination of animals and plants, which was unique. He is also good at grasping the characteristics of the scenery and using the most expressive words to describe and render it.
3) Appreciation of Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"; Thousands of miles of yingti green leaning against the river, the water town is full of fruit wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
This is a four-line poem describing the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. How charming and desirable Jiangnan is. "When the sun rises, the river is brighter than fire. When spring comes, the river is as green as blue." Bai Juyi has painted a series of gorgeous pictures for us, but that is only macroscopic, while Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" is relatively specific. It seems that we have been to several scenic spots, and we are more impressed.
Du Mu not only depicts the beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but also reproduces the misty balcony scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, making the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River more magical and confusing. "Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and red, and the water town is full of fruit wine flags." First of all, the poet brought us into the colorful Jiangnan world.
You see, there are songs and dances everywhere, green trees and red flowers everywhere; Dripping water village, battlements surrounded by mountains, especially wine flags fluttering in the wind, are so charming! The interpretation of A Thousand Miles is to write about the whole south of the Yangtze River, but the whole is expressed through concrete images. "Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties were covered with misty rain." There are also temples, which are an important part of the transition to the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and have a sense of vicissitudes. Many Buddhist buildings left over from the Southern Dynasties are looming in the spring breeze and spring rain, adding confusing beauty.
4. Poems about rain
Modern Poetry-Listening to the Rain Collection: Cloud Window Dream Author: Cloud Window Dream Ma Benteng's hoofbeat from far to near is like the sound of fifty strings crossing the Great Wall. In the dream, people whispered and teased the standing curtain, and the birds looked for it. It seems that there is no cold steel jungle and it has become a steep and rugged river bank. The huge white flowers have been broken into pieces. With rhythm and wind, it came, with unwillingness and urgent steps, stepping on the opposite family. Worms without clothes will lie on the shore and miss you tenderly in their galloping dreams # 1 Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu Rain Lane walks alone in a long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, hoping to meet an aunt who marries Ding Xiang.
She has the color, fragrance and sadness of cloves. She mourned in the rain, and her sadness seemed to disappear. She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, walking silently like me, cold and desert, sad and melancholy. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She drifted like a dream, like a dream.
Like a fragrant field floating in a dream, this girl floated from me; She walked away quietly, far away, to the broken fence and across the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her face faded, her fragrance dispersed and dispersed, even her sighing eyes and Ding Xiang's melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past an aunt with a bitter fragrance. - - .
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. In the early spring of Hanshui Tianjie, the rain is crisp and the grass color is far away.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. The spring rain in Lin 'an is as thin as gauze year after year. Who let Beijing have riders?
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. Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak. Listening to the rain, she whispered, the ethereal syllables were desolate, cold, cold, and everything fell gently, and the shadows as sad as fog in the depths of memory could not help but emerge.
The wind is persistent, but the rain finally breaks free and rushes to the earth, as fragile as a broken childhood. Clear, vague, in the depths of dreams and memories, with the rain beads looming, and broken; Countless fantasies and melancholy of waiting in life are hazy again in the cold rain curtain, and the expectation is gone; I can't remember the beauty of my original dream. It's all over.
It just kept raining, without lightning and thunder. Gentle as soothing, a little cold and warm, and a little sad. Just watching and listening to the rain, I can't help but step into the dance floor woven by the rain curtain.
Looking up at the sky, the rain hit my face and ran down my forehead. I don't know if it is rain or tears. Close your eyes and let your soul be baptized in the rain. I know a lot, but I don't seem to know anything. The cold rain soaked the clothes, penetrated into the skin and penetrated into the bone marrow.
Finally, I understood that she was crying. -To the one you love the most. Today, the rain came again. Like inspiration, it gave you many opportunities to express your feelings, but you avoided her and many poetic plots. The rain had to slide down the glass window quietly, the leaves of the locust tree gradually stretched, and the lilacs opened silently ... The sun was forgotten in the pocket of the cloud, like a passionate love letter, but the search for rain never stopped. 1 I've been looking forward to it for a long time, day and night. I hope to thrive in disappointment. Thousands of heart flowers splash like thirsty crops, sucking the source of life, and my tired and chapped thoughts are refreshed immediately. In the days when the sun is gone, I really want to turn into a weak cloud, avoiding a pair of eager eyes, but I can't avoid the deep thoughts and push the cloud away. Falling into a gentle smile, Maman infiltrated dust, water and sunshine without any regrets. A fish swims in the water, and the water gives it happiness. A person lives in the sun, and the sun warms him. Just like a happy fish, without the nourishment of water, he always needs sunshine. Your figure is wine. My mind is a cup. I always drink a glass at some point. The refreshing wind harvest in summer afternoon. Spread your wings, the sun squeezes through the cracks in the clouds, the clouds cage the earth, and an affectionate cicada lurks in the shade, humming a monotonous song. I sit at the window like a cicada facing the memory of Pinghu and the autumn moon, calmly and calmly.
Red leaves fall on the branches, causing ripples. It's drizzling and breezy.
The clothes are not wet or crisp, and the blowing surface is not cold. The maple leaves are red and the orchard is fragrant.
The language of phoenix tree and autumn rain complement each other; The wine cellar is aging and the night is thick. Raise your glass.
When will you see the moon again and have a drink with me? It was raining in Mao Mao at that time, and you dropped your umbrella and jumped into the rain. The clear rain is wet, and you cheer. Endless running and sudden play, we understand what is the meaning of life and what is the true meaning of happiness. At that time, the two lonely hearts in that place seemed to grow green suddenly, and the rain flowed everywhere and became a happy stream. At that time, the happy stream in that place was like your innocent smiling face, like my pure heart, like your cheerful personality, like my youthful poems. Shh, stop it. That's the secret of our eternal youth. At that time, that place left us too many memories. I can't forget that you said I was as charming as the moonlight in that spring. I can't forget that you were as warm as the sun in winter, the hot love words in summer and the whispers in autumn. Of course, that is our youth.
5. Need simple ancient poems about rain, ten poems.
1. Dawn in spring
meng haoran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
I wonder how many flowers have been broken.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Du Mu
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
3. Light rain in early spring
Han Yu
The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,
The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.
The biggest advantage is that one spring,
It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.
4. "Peak Wave"
Su Shi
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest,
Why not sing and walk slowly?
Bamboo poles and sandals are lighter than horses.
Who's scared? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The cold spring breeze woke me up, a little cold.
The hillside is sloping, but it is pleasant.
Looking back on this desolate place,
Go home, no rain and no eyes.
5. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Du Fu
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.
6. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
Li shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
7. On August 22nd, I stayed in the Emerald Hall, which was cool after the rain.
Chengda Fan
The rain is steaming and the clouds are dark, and the courtyard is full of flowers.
Write a poem and take a pen under the north window to repay this time.
8. Looking at the Rain in August
Xu Ning
On the night of August 15 this year, the cold rain rustled.
If practice is frosty, where is Wu Shan?
In September and August 1 day, the light rain suddenly cooled down.
Lu you
There is no sweat, clothes or breath, but I know there is such a fast wind!
The new coolness suddenly feels like it comes from the world, and the summer heat is really sweeping the floor.
There was just a light thunder over Linwu, and the rain had blown to the front of the curtain.
The more sick you are, the more carefree you are, and the more songs, poems and music you will be left with.
9. "Badong meets light rain (1)"
Lu you
Temporarily borrow Qingxi to accompany fishermen, and the sand surface is slightly rainy and wet.
From then on, the poem was in Badong County, not in the snow of Baqiao.
10. Banana Rain
Yang Wanli
Banana is happy when it rains. It keeps quiet all night.
The punch line is like a fly touching paper, and it sounds like a mountain falling into a spring.
You can hear it at 3: 05, and everything is silent.
Instead of letting the west wind stop raining, it is better to let bananas be happy and worry about themselves.
6.5 Poems about Rain
Poems describing rain: Good rain knows the season when spring comes.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's poem describing snow in "After Drinking Chuqing Lake": "Jueju" Tang Du Fu's two orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets go up to the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Look at the snowy peak of Mount Zhongnan, Tang Zuyong, and see how Mount Zhongnan soars into the sky.
After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly. Jiang Xue Liutang Zongyuan Mountain has no birds, and a thousand paths have no footprints.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. A suggestion for my friend Liu Tang Bai Juyi: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the static furnace.
It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? . "Plum Blossoms" Wang Song Anshi counted several plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. In the early morning, after a few faint spring thunder, it rained for the first time since the beginning of spring.
In the twilight, the rain slowly falls. Layers of rain clouds covered the rising sun.
In a short time, the scenery near and far was shrouded in mist and rain. After breakfast, although the rain didn't stop, it didn't rain again, and it was still dripping.
I picked up my umbrella and walked out of the house. The rain is really small, dripping, unlike rain, like fog, and the world in front of us is blocked in the rain as dense as a pearl net.
Looking into the distance, streets, buildings, pedestrians, leaving only a vague corridor. There were several deep thunders in the sky, and the rain seemed to be pushed up for a while.
However, after a while, it was small again. I walked into the rain and fog, and suddenly, a fresh and cool feeling penetrated my whole body.
Raindrops are cold when they hit your body, but somehow there is a moist and warm smell in the air, as if to report the news of spring. The spring rain is falling, and the withered branches of trees are faintly green. The rain drops on the treetops and becomes a string of water-like notes.
The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets.
It rained heavily in the spring rain. It is gently awakening the earth, quietly taking away the cold, and slowly soothing the wounds of trees in winter. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain.
What a magical spring rain. Both hazy and clear.
It covers everything with an ethereal gauze and washes everything fresh and bright. My mood seems to have been washed and polished by rain, and a clear and cheerful feeling is growing.
The whole world is like a newborn baby, as if everything has started all over again, the tree is new, and the new tree is covered with green buds; Grass is new, new and delicate; Flowers are new. They are in bud. Even the mood is new, and there is only a refreshing and pleasant feeling in my heart.
Through the misty spring yarn woven by soft rain silk, I looked at the pedestrians who were holding umbrellas and eager to hide from the rain, and I couldn't help thinking: Why do you want to hide? Let our body and mind feel the coolness brought by this spring rain together. So I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. Tiny raindrops hit me, and I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling ... when I came to school, the rain had stopped.
Everywhere is fresh and bright, and the scenery of nature is washed so beautifully. I inadvertently looked back and seemed to see a very pale rainbow. It's not clear, but it's discernible. But when I looked intently, it was gone and disappeared without a trace.
In the sky of Chu Qing, only a few white clouds are floating around ... ""Tick-tock, tick-tock ... "There was a spring rain in the sky, probably because the fairy in the sky accidentally knocked over the glass and the nectar in the glass spilled on the ground. The metaphor is particularly vivid. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, the grass took a bath and became greener.
The grass grew quickly and soon covered the grass. "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..." The rain gradually weakened.
Swallows are veritable messengers of spring, and their black feathers are as smooth and beautiful as black satin. A pair of light and flexible wings, white fluff on the abdomen, and black and white on the body are particularly eye-catching.
Coupled with the scissors-like tail, the swallow is even cuter. (Swallow's description is very detailed) The rain stopped, and Sun's father quietly brushed away the misty fog ("quietly" is used well), showing his red face. He looked down at the earth (there are many kinds, and it is more accurate to use "looking down" here) as if he were enjoying the beautiful scenery.
There are seven colors of rainbows faintly visible in the sky. "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who will dance in the sky with color training (proper quotation will add a lot to the article)?" The outermost layer of the rainbow is red, yellow, green and cyan ... the innermost layer is purple. The colors are connected harmoniously, and the shades are appropriate, just like the colorful exercises thrown by the fairy from the air.