Love poems about rain are as follows:
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. -Liu Yong's "Yu Lin Ling"
Jun asked that the return date was not fixed, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain. -Li Shangyin's "note on a rainy night to a friend in the north" is a departure from thinking about Yuan Zhen
Once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber. Hurried by the flowers in the walk, lazy look back; This reason, half because of the ascetic ascetic, half because of you once you. --? Yuan Zhen's
From Thinking
The flowers in the forest thanked the spring flowers, and they were in a hurry, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. -Li Yu's "Night Cry"Rouge tears, staying drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people grow up and hate water. -Li Yu's "Meeting Huan"
The fallen flower is independent, and the swift flies. -Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Fairy"
There is a cloud and a vortex, a jade shuttle, a thin shirt, and a light pair of snails. -Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc"
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is harmonious. There are three or two bananas outside the curtain. The night is long and people can't help it. ? -Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc"
The green poplar grass is Changting Road, which is easy to go when you are young. The dream at the top of the building is five minutes old, and the flower bottom is in March rain. -Yan Shu's
The Spring on the Jade House is heartless, but it's not as sentimental and bitter as an inch. Ultima Thule is far away from the end of the day, only the heart of the mind is infinite long, no time ah. Say a rainy autumn rain. -Yan Shu's "Magnolia"
Believe in clever hands and be able to Jie Lianhuan, like the wind dispersing the rain, the fog is light and the clouds are thin. -Jie Lianhuan by Zhou Yanbang
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and shock in winter, rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are combined, so I dare to break away from you. -Yuefu's "Evil"
There is a thousand tears in the bamboos, and I don't know spring in the misty rain of Xiangjiang River. -Mao Zedong's "Seven Laws Answer Friends"
In spring, the flowers in the south are like embroidery, and the rain over the West Lake is like oil. -Cao De's "Zhonglv"
Haishang is not afraid of rouge color, and it is drizzling independently. -Chen Yuyi's "Cold Spring"