dawn
A long bay
make up
Whisper in shame
Beware of angular dams.
Recall dreams with vivid eyes.
mangrove
Play barefoot and hide your face.
The soft long skirt swayed in the wind.
Swing is a beautiful heart.
Rain is the daughter of the sea.
In the harbor, she is a child who goes home.
Wind is the lover of rain.
In the eyes of rain, he will always be an angel.
Mangroves in autumn are kind.
Fine wrist and jade fingers, elegant as a song.
Holding the rain in one hand
Holding the wind in one hand
Facing southwest
Draw a rainbow carefully.
A bridge spans north and south.
Peninsula you spring
The boat has passed. Look back.
In the misty rain of the building
The wind is like a brisk song.
Rain like tulle
Mangroves, light songs and veils
Dance like a violinist
be bright in the eye
It's Qiu's heart
2. Ancient poems about writing rain 1, Xiaoyu on Jianmen Road
Song dynasty: Lu you
There are dust and wine stains on the clothes, and the journey is fascinating everywhere.
Is this a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle.
The clothes are covered with the dust of the journey and the traces of messy wine. Going out on official business, there is no place that does not make people gloomy and sad.
Should I be a poet all my life? Why ride a thin donkey and go to the sword gate in the drizzle?
2. Stay at Luoshiting and send a message to Cui Yonghe and Cui Zhou.
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
The docks in the bamboo forest are quiet and dust-free, and the pavilions near the water are particularly quiet. Acacia love flies far away, but across a heavy high city.
The crisp autumn clouds lasted for several days, and the frost season came late. Leave the withered lotus leaves on the ground and listen to the bleak rain in the middle of the night.
3. Water Fairy Night Rain
Yuan Dynasty: Xu Zaisi
Accompanied by leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams. Snuff, chess is not closed, sigh Xinfeng stay for a long time. After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.
The night rain dripped on the plane leaves a little, and the autumn sound was hard to stop, hitting the banana, which made people worry constantly. In the middle of the night, I dreamed of returning to my hometown. When I woke up, I saw snuff hanging down and a game of chess pieces had not been cleaned up. Alas, I stayed alone in the hotel in Xinfeng. Leaning on the pillow, ten years of experience, parents far away in Jiangnan, all come to mind.
4. The Book of Songs, National Style and Zheng Feng
Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous
The wind is cold, the rain is cold, and the crow outside the window is urgent. How can I not feel relaxed and happy when I see you in the wind and rain?
The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window. I don't need to see you in the wind and rain.
The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. How can I be unhappy when I see you in the wind and rain?
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The wind is sad and the rain is sad, and chickens crow outside the window. How can I not feel relaxed and happy when I see you in the storm?
The wind is falling, the rain is falling, and the rooster crows around the window. When I saw you in the storm, how could my heart disease not disappear completely?
The wind and rain shocked the world, and the cock crowed outside the window. How can I be unhappy when I see you in the storm?
5. Spring Day
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
The light thunder fell all night, and the frivolous tiles were uneven.
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.
The thunder is light and the spring rain is falling. After the rain, in Chu Qing, the sun seems to float between freshly washed tiles. After the spring rain, peony is tearful and affectionate; Rose lying on her back, charming and lovely.
I wrote a poem praising the rain. It's raining, and the air is filled with melancholy.
An inexplicable sadness locked his brow.
A thousand worries can't contain the inner fear.
Beware of being so lonely that you are afraid of being torn and unable to heal.
I tried to hide it, but it was even more frightening.
Life is really unreasonable.
I was speechless when I faced it-
It's raining and emptiness is scattered in the clouds.
I failed this time, and I didn't make progress when I was hired.
A thousand words, but I can't say a word.
When thoughts are forbidden to filter and wash without thinking.
I try to follow the rules, but I am more free.
Life is beyond words.
I represent myself-
It's raining, my thoughts are occupied,
Take my heavy steps
My thoughts, my place to live.
Lonely rain
4. Shiyu wrote Rain himself.
Bamboo joint
I'm not happy./I'm unhappy.
In the wheat field of mice
At bat dusk
What I inherited was
A substance that transmits light and darkness.
Follow rather than imitate
Not to buy a plane ticket
You can only fly in the sky once.
You don't have to stand on a boat to drift at sea.
Follow rather than imitate
I can have some time.
Saved his wish.
More often, I just ...
Draw rain, darkness and light on a piece of black paper.
It is raining.
Bamboo joint
If I cheer,
Am I still me?
5. Poems about rain, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken. (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")
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing")
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
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's The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Close "Huanxisha Lonely Cold Building"
Wei's Dwelling House: Although the nobles are different, everyone has a camp when they go out. There is nothing to pull, so this seclusion. Rainy night is coming, I wonder if spring grass will grow. The green hills are breaking dawn, and birds are singing in the house. Sometimes I make dolls with Taoist priests or walk with firewood. Since the Ann Jian bad, this person is bo Rong Shi.
Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": 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.
Bai Juyi's Shang Yang White Haired Man: "Worrying about the shadow on the back wall of the lamp, the dark rain rustles against the window."
Jiang Kui's "Ping Fu sees a move and doesn't want to leave": I'm too old to listen to orchestral music, and it's not convenient to have a drink when I'm sick. Life is alive, and it is rare to encounter good rain before the summer heat this autumn; When enjoying the cool, please let me stay at home with a warm pillow.
Su Shi's Ding Fengbo: If you don't listen to the leaves beating in the Woods, why not sing and walk slowly? Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The cold spring breeze woke me up, and the weather was a little cold, but the mountains caught my eye with oblique photos. Looking back at the bleak land, there is no wind, no rain and no eyes. (My favorite, hehe)
Fang Yue's Listening to the Rain: Zhu Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in his dreams. Opposite the lonely mountain, idle birds don't guess.
Wei's Xixi Chuzhou: I pity the grass alone, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Wang Zao's "Two Stories of Things": Swallows talk about youth in summer, and Qinghuai Courtyard is not overcast. No one saw the rain in the west window, and the banana was just a few feet away.
Wentong's "After the Rain in Beizhai": After the rain, two birds come to occupy bamboo, and in autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.
Zheng Wenbao's Liu Zhi Ci: Pavilion painting is a spring pool until pedestrians are half drunk; Regardless of the misty rain, I will hate Jiangnan.
Xu Fuchun visits the lake: When will the swallows return? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.
Weng Juan's "April in the Country": The mountains and rivers are covered with white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Zhao Shixiu's Guest: It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. (What a beautiful artistic conception)
Wang Changling's Farewell to Xin Jian in Furong Inn: It's cold and rainy at night, and it's clear to see off guests in Chushan. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
The article's "More Leakage": Indus, the rain in the middle of the night, is the pain of love that never gives up. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion: Yan did not return in the Spring Festival Evening, and a misty rain chilled the apricot blossoms.
Li Shangyin: You asked me that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.