Poems of flying flowers making wind and rain.

Flying flowers make rain poems:

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.

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. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")

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: The Storm of November 4th)

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. (Du Mu: "Qingming")

On a cold rainy night, Wu lives alone in Chushan, Fujian. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)

The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")