Is there any poem on a rainy night that makes people stop moistening flowers?

The last sentence is "spring breeze combing willows boldly", which was originally written by nave, the former residence of Zheng Banqiao. Now Wanhua Architecture in Yuyuan Garden uses it to make couplets. Moral: It vividly depicts the scene of spring breeze blowing willows and drizzling things with anthropomorphic methods.

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Part I and He's "I don't know who cuts thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors" have the same effect. The second part is reminiscent of Du Fu's "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", which is of course a wonderful couplet. The first part is about the spring breeze blowing through the willow branches, and the second part is about the spring rain urging bloom.

The beauty of poetry lies in the personification of "dare" and "Tibetan", which shows the characteristics of spring breeze surging and spring rain moistening things silently.

Writing about the beauty of the spring breeze during the day can be as gentle as combing willows, but I don't know that the rain last night has already moistened the flowers of the earth. In fact, it means "one yuan starts all over again and everything recovers"