Poetry describing the sound of spring

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

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.

Li Shangyin: Spring Rain

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.

This is a long road, accompanied by a short dream at night.

How can jade be sealed? I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.

Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran)

In the spring morning, I woke up easily.

Birds are singing everywhere around me.

But now I remember that night, that storm,

How many fallen flowers are there?

Liu Yong (He)

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Guanniaoxi (Wang Wei)

When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,

The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

The moon is full of surprises,

It rings in the spring stream.