A poem describing the heavy rain without mentioning it.

The Golden Gate leads to two mountains, and a silver stream hangs down to three stone bridges. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

1. Once upon a time, on the road, it rained heavily for three days on the night of July 25th. Autumn seedlings used Sue to make them happy. Once upon a time, the hot sun turned into rain, and the dream came back to cool and moisten clothes. Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the leaves of Wu Gengtong are the best sounds. There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field.

2. "Spring Day" Qin Guan: The light thunder fell all night, and the tiles were uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.

Chatting with the roller blinds, the grass is wet. The ancient cave hides clouds, and the empty court weaves broken cigarettes. You can't afford to worry about the waterline, but it's difficult to pull the windline. Plough all day and walk in front of the river trees.