"Continuous spring rain is lazy, so an old friend doesn't get up until he comes.
The spring rain is falling, the grass path is scattered, the eaves are climbing, and the leaves are flourishing.
The spring rain falls gently, moistening the shells on the beach.
I listened to it all night, but it was hard to find a dream. "
The ancient poems about spring rain are:
1. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang 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.
2. "Lin 'an Spring Rain" Land Tour in Song Dynasty
For years, the taste of this world was as thin as gauze. Who will be the rider in Beijing? 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.
3. "Spring Rain" Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go. There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home. The long road ahead will be full of new hardships, and the residual clouds are still vaguely like dreams. Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.
4. "Spring Rain on the Mountain" Zhou Bangyan in Song Dynasty
Collect cigarettes at night, birds are quiet in spring, and raise a house when it rains. The wall is sapphire, washed with lead paste, and the tender tips collide. Moisturize the piano silk, the cold invades the pillow barrier, and the insect net blows and sticks to the curtain bamboo. There is no one at the post station, listening to the eaves constantly, and I am sleepy. Nai Chou was extremely shocked, her dreams were bleak and hard to remember, and she felt sorry for herself.
Pedestrians quickly returned home. Read first, and the flow will hinder the hub. However, Xiang and Lan became haggard, but became clear. When he has nothing to do, he is easily sad. I don't blame Pingyang guest, but my tears are sad. Xiao Suo, a native of Kate County. The ground is covered with red naan, and there are peaches outside the door. Who goes for a night outing with a candle?