The whole poem "The rain washes the spring face" is as follows:
The rain washes the spring face, and the dragon has been seen in Pingtian. Sacrifice fish to Yingpu Island, and return geese to cross the mountain peak. The clouds are light and heavy, and the scenery is light and thick. As spring enters February, the flowers are full of colors and shadows.
Poems describing rain:
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi" The clothes are wet with apricot blossom rain , the willow wind does not blow cold on my face. ——Monk Zhinan's "Quequatrains" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. ——Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" In the 480 Temple of the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the mist and rain. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and I fall asleep on the iron horse glaciers. ―――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three o'clock rain is in front of the mountain. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. ----- Du Mu's "Qingming" The clear water is beautiful when the water shines brightly, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange.
――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake" The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is floating and the catkins are floating, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain is beating down. ―――Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn ————(Wang Wei: "Dwelling in the Mountains in Autumn") There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and wet people's clothes————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountains") The cold rain continues on the river at night, and I see off my guests in Chushan alone in the early morning. ————(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower")