The moon trees are sparse, the flowers fall in the village, and the rain falls. (Song Yujing's Zigui)
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Don Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn")
Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. (Tang Du Fu's "To Wei Ba Chu Shi")
After a night in Shan Yu, hundreds of silky waterfalls will appear on every mountain top. (Tang Wangwei, Ambassador to Zizhou, Li)
Falling flowers are independent, swift flies together. (Tang "Spring Can")
A rainy night has come, and I wonder if spring grass will grow. (Don Wei Wu Ying's Dwelling House)
Chai Men is full of spectacular mountain scenery for sudden downpours. (Song Chen Yu Yi's rain)
The breeze shakes the flowers and the drizzle scatters the branches. (Wang Qijian, Southern Dynasties, Spring Poetry)
There is wind in Bixi and rain in trees. (On the Road by Don Mutu)
Spring rain on the river, mirror temples frost. (Don Dai Shulun, Rain)
Good rain knows the season, and spring comes. (Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
Spring pigeons sing wild trees, and drizzle enters the pool. (Don Li Deyu's Memories of Spring Rain)
Listening to the rain in the courtyard, the forest is high and the wind is far away. (He Ming Jing Ming's rainy night)
Thunder falls in a thousand drops, and rain comes from Wanfeng. (On the Road of Yang Guang by Li Ming Panlong)