Ancient poetry is a general term for ancient Chinese poetry. In terms of time, it refers to Chinese poetry before the 1840 War. The following is the ancient poetry about Chunyu that I collected. Welcome to check it out!
Ancient poems about spring rain
Farming and Fishing - Song Dynasty Ye Yin
A plow is enough for the spring rain, and a swaying breeze is enough.
The only person who enjoys this paradise is the coir raincoat man.
Inscribed on Li Gonglin Villa's Eight Cloud Chambers - Su Che of the Song Dynasty
The stone chamber is empty and has no owner, and the floating clouds come and go by themselves.
There is enough spring rain in the world, and there is wind and thunder in returning home.
Jing Rensi’s return to the rain was not able to be carried out, so he wrote a poem about it - Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty
The guest wanted to return, but the mud was too deep to make it possible.
Today is overcast and heavy, and the spring rain is also sentimental.
One hundred and twenty-three verses - Shi Zuqin of the Song Dynasty
The spring rain is misty, and the spring clouds are shrill.
Suddenly the sun was in the sky, and the sky could not cover it.
The earth could not contain it.
Fifty-seven Ancient Odes - Song Dynasty Shi Daochang
Put the fire into the bullpen, turn around and look outside.
The pear blossoms are a thousand points white, and the spring rain is cold.
Song of Spring Rain - Shao Yong of the Song Dynasty
The spring rain is as thin as silk, as thin as silk.
How can all things be prosperous in just a flash?
Eight Odes of the Reed River·Qianye Gengyun - Luo Zhongshu of the Song Dynasty
The spring rain sings the cuckoo, and the scholar's paste is full of March.
If you raise your toes to cultivate, the water in the acres will turn green.
Ten Odes of Garden Vegetables·Leeks - Liu Zihui of the Song Dynasty
Meat-eating makes you laugh at Sanjiu, but in the end you feel pity and your spirit is clear.
A border has enough spring rain, and the green hair will come back to life after being cut.
Village Living - Guo Ren of the Song Dynasty
Moved to Yangliuwan and built a small house in Tianjiawu.
It rained all night and the cauliflowers vomited all over the ground.
Inscribed on the papaya flowers of Zhaochang - Song Dynasty Fan Chengda
The autumn wind brings solid gourds, and the spring rain swallows fat flowers.
Can’t write with colored pens, the drops of dew evenly match the morning glow.
Beautiful Sentences of Chunyu
1. Listen! The rain falling on the roof "tick-tick", like playing percussion. The rain fell into the pond and sang "ding ding ding", and small splashes of water splashed on the water, like a splash girl dancing lightly.
2. With a sound of spring thunder, the precious oil-like spring rain also fell in patter. The mountains and fields were shrouded in gauze-like rain and mist, fresh, moist, and picturesquely beautiful.
3. The silky drizzle fell from the sky. The raindrops were so small and the rain curtains were so dense, covering the mountains with white gauze like cicada wings.
4. The raindrops are like broken beads, falling one by one on the puddles formed by the rainwater. The spring rains came one after another, dyeing the mountains green, the water green, and the stone paths green.
5. Naughty raindrops hit the river like steel balls thrown down by someone, splashing high water; thick raindrops hit people's windows, making a thumping sound.
6. The rain is indeed not heavy, and it is dripping. It does not seem like it is raining, but it seems like it is fogging. The world in front of you is blocked in the rain as dense as a bead net. Looking into the distance, only a vague outline of streets, buildings, and pedestrians remained.
7. The spring rain is like silk, light and thin, like a wet smoke, shapeless and silent, gently moisturizing the earth.
8. The spring rain comes from the sky, and the mud comes from the ground. I come from the music of the spring rain. The spring rain carefully waters the earth, so the willows turn green, the peach blossoms bloom, and the birds Singing, all things wake up under the caress of the spring breeze, and grow under the nourishment of the spring rain, just as the ancient poem sung: The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of the grass looks far away but not close.
9. In the early morning of the spring rain, after a few faint spring thunders, it began to rain for the first time since spring. Threads of rain slowly fell from the twilight sky. Layers of rain clouds blocked the rising sun.
10. In February and March, the breeze blew gently and drizzle fell from the sky.
11. Clouds gathered in the sky, playing and babbling down, jumping into the arms of Mother Earth.
12. After a few gentle spring rains, the mountains and water turned green, and the gurgling stream at the foot of the mountain became more and more turbulent and beautiful. The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river water.
13. The drizzle fell quietly and silently, like the silver threads spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments ripple in the air, and the long veil covers the dark fields.
14. The rain on the Tianshan Mountains is common, lasting for two or three days at a time. It is like cow hair, like embroidery needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, dressing her in a green and dyed suit. Beautiful new clothes.
15. The rain in March is like countless small hands hitting the keys of the forest leaves, playing a hymn of spring.
16. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
17. The spring rain washes away the remnants of winter. All things wake up under the caress of the spring breeze and grow under the nourishment of the spring rain. What a magical spring rain. It is hazy and clear. It puts a misty gauze on all things, and it washes all things fresh and bright. My mood seemed to have been washed and polished by the rain, and a bright and cheerful feeling was growing.
18. When the raindrops fell into the pool, they drew musical notes one by one on the water. The notes are the circles made by raindrops on the water.
19. Dark clouds rolled in from the sky, and in an instant, heavy rain fell from the sky.
20. The overflowing rivers overflow with the red dust, slide down on the desolate plateau, roll down along the spirituality of the water, pass through the eyes of music, and turn into drops of spring rain.
21. The spring rain is continuous, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally.
22. The sparkling spring rain is like a group of innocent dolls, hanging in the layers to the ground. The dark mountains in the distance, the pink peach blossoms nearby, the tender green poplars, the soft The willow branches are all shrouded in this boundless net. This net is a gauze woven by the spring girl's skillful hands, covering the sky and the earth, and covering the mountains.