The hazy mountains presented a rare sight in the rain and fog.
The gale before the storm.
After the rain, the blue clouds dispersed.
When will I hear your voice again, all night in the rain?
Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain
The heavy rain fell on you Yan.
White rain and beads jumped into the boat.
A rainy season
But now I remember that night, that storm.
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain.
It's freezing and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and Chushan is quiet.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.
Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.
Rain or shine, I will realize my wish.
Cold and sad. For the pavilion, it was late and the shower began to rest.
Pavilions and pavilions, singing and dancing, the wind always blows away.
Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning against the railing to rest the drizzle.
It's already dusk, and it's getting stormier.
Green bamboo hat, green clothes, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
The lanterns on the pearl screen shook my lonely heart and went home. There were two red mansions, which were hidden in the rain in the face of the cold.
The small building listens to the spring rain, and the Ming Dynasty sells apricot flowers.
In June, before the due date, autumn rain rose in the pond in autumn. Why * * * want to cut the candle at the west window, but want to talk about the rain at night?
Weicheng rainy city is clear of dust, and the guest house is green and willow.
Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; It rained when I thought of it today.
Hi Gu Feng, it's cloudy and rainy.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
Yu Meiren? Listen to the rain.
Jie Jiang
Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,
A red candle makes a fool of itself.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,
Jiang Kuoyun's low-cut goose is called Xifeng.
Now listen to the rain monk,
The temple is already full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
Go ahead of the next step drop by drop until dawn.
Only today, I don't forget that the evening smoke and spring rain have crossed the Maple Bridge.
Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low.
After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.
There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. How many towers were there in the misty rain?
Last night, the wind was sparse and the rain was sudden. Deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and red.
Indus drizzles and falls at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night. The feeling of never giving up is bitter. Every leaf, with a sound, fell into the light.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and no one crossed the boat in the wild.
Clothes are wet, apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. ..
Thunder bursts in winter and rain and snow fall in summer.
In March, the rain and wind are crazy, and the door is covered with dusk, so I don't plan to stay in spring.
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Cherish spring, spend rain in a hurry.
All day, without a chapter, I cried like rain.
Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.
In Huangmei season, frogs are everywhere in the pond with rain and grass.
Tears fell from her sad white face, and pear blossoms brought spring rain.
Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's "Touching Lips"
Both butterflies danced over the threshold, and at dusk the curtains were rolled up to disperse the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"
A bell ringing in the rain
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are in no mood, missing the place and the blue boat.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked.
Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention neglecting the autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
These years should be good times and good scenes. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
If you ask how much leisure, a stream full of smoke, plum yellow rain. ..
Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. The cliff is already a hundred feet of ice, and there are beautiful flowers.
In Budze in spring, everything gives birth to brilliance-
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors-"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi.
The rain in the sky is crisp, the grass is far and near, but there is nothing. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the misty willows everywhere in the imperial city —— Tang Hanyu's Eighteen Members of the Water Donation Department in Early Spring.
Peach blossoms are three or two outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet warms the spring river. -Stone "Two Night Scenes along the Spring River".
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring. -Spring in Song Zhuxi.
I want to get wet by clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, but my face doesn't feel cold. -"Jueju" Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monk.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. -Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang.
A hundred birds are startled when the moon rises, and spring flows when it sings. -Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek.