A poem about thunder and lightning 1. A sad poem about thunder, lightning and rain.
1, Yulin ridge, chilling and sad
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
After autumn, cicadas cry quickly and sadly. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start.
Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
2. The waves beat the rain outside the curtain.
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the rich spring scenery will also disappear. Luo Zhi's brocade quilt can't stand the cold of the fifth watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.
When the sun sets alone, leaning against the railing of a tall building and looking into the distance, my heart will be filled with infinite sadness because I think of the infinite mountains and rivers I had in the past. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again. Like red flowers falling from the lost river, they go back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.
3. Yu Meiren listens to the rain.
Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang
Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
When I was a child, I listened to the rain on the rostrum, red candles lit up, and the curtains were light in the dim light. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans.
Now, people are old, with white hair on their temples, and they are alone at the monk's house, listening to the drizzle. The experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless, so let the rain drop by drop on the steps until dawn.
4. Qingming
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
During the Qingming Festival, peach, red, plum and white are like smiling faces. Graves overgrown with weeds in the fields are sad. Spring thunder rolled, waking up the hibernating dragons and snakes, and timely rain moistened the soft vegetation in the suburbs.
In ancient times, Qi people went in and out of graves to beg for food and sacrifice, showing off to their wives and concubines. Some mesons refused to be officials and were burned to death. Who knows whether they are poor and stupid or virtuous and clean? Now there is nothing left but weeds.
Like a dream, it suddenly rained and blew last night.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Although it rained thinly last night, the wind kept blowing. I slept soundly all night, but I still felt a little drunk after waking up. So I asked the maid who was rolling blinds what was going on outside, and she only said to me, "Begonia flowers are still the same." Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers.
2. Describe sad poems related to thunder, lightning and rain.
1, colorful arrangement, just waiting for the first thunder.
-"New Thunder" Qing: Zhang Weiping Interpretation: Nature has already arranged colorful flowers, and only when the spring thunder rings, the flowers will compete to open. 2, Yin, Yang in Nanshan.
What's the matter, are you afraid or hesitant? Zhen Zhenjun, go back to Zaizai! -"Yin" Pre-Qin: Anonymous Interpretation: Listening to the rumbling thunder, it shook on the sunny slope of Nanshan. Why did you run away from home at this time? I really dare not have any leisure.
Hard-working and promising gentleman, come back, come back! 3, thunder and earth-shattering dragons and snakes stung people, and the original grassland trees in the suburbs were soft. -"Qingming" Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian's interpretation: The spring rain is continuous, making the earth lush, peaches and plums all over the world.
4, a night of light thunder fell thousands of silk, light floating tiles uneven. -"Spring Day" Song: Qin Guan Interpretation: The light thunder has passed and the spring rain has fallen.
After the rain, in Chu Qing, the sun seems to float between freshly washed tiles. Fog and rain are blowing from the east, and the wheels make a faint thunder at the lotus pond.
-"Untitled a misty rain blows with the east wind" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's interpretation: the east wind rustles, and the drizzle floats with the wind. On the other side outside the lotus pond, there was a gentle thunder. 6, column Shengren deep rain and dew, ZTE pardons fenglei.
-"Wu Wen Zhou Junbao has returned to Xijing" Song: Interpretation of Lu You: The martyr Renze is as deep as rain and dew, and the Amnesty letter is as fast as thunder. 7, there are oranges in the snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout.
-"The Play Answers Yuan Zhen" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu's interpretation: The residual snow is pressing on the branches like a green orange shaking, and the bamboo shoots are awakened by the freezing in Lei Zhen in spring and want to sprout. 8, 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜 蹜
-"The Final Wind" Pre-Qin: Anonymous Interpretation: The wind is sad, the sky is dark, and thunder is faintly heard in the distance. It's hard to fall asleep when you wake up from a dream. I can't always feel sad.
9. Fog and rain are blowing from the east, and the wheels make a faint thunder at the Lotus Pond. -"Four Untitled Poems" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Interpretation: The east wind blows drizzle, and the light thunder resounds inside and outside the lotus pond.
10, the wind-driven heavy rain sprinkled the high city, and the cloud pressure was light. -"Heavy Rain on May 19" Ming Dynasty: Liu Ji Interpretation: The flurry drove the shower to the high city, with dark clouds and thunder rumbling.
3. How to describe the poem "Thunderbolt in Spring"
Antique (3)
Wei Yuanming
When it rained in mid-spring, it began to thunder in the east corner.
Everyone is lurking, and everything is suitable.
Yan, the new arrival, both of them came into my house.
The first nest is still there, and Xiang will return to his former residence.
Since the separation, the door has been deserted;
My heart is solid. What's your opinion?
Yi Quexing and Zhu's Shuo Wen Jie Zi
Tangjiadao
The mysterious bird has a public mother, and the spring thunder is not only shocking.
The yellow river mud in your mouth is empty.
Mix stayed home all night, leaving all the chickens behind.
Double finches embrace righteousness, eat and eat.
Chickens are flying and clouds are chirping.
Although the sparrow is small, it is ashamed and sincere.
It is difficult for a bird to express itself, but thanks to the master's book.
Qin Louyue Song Fan Chengda
Gather. Light ray was slightly startled at first. The first shock. Storks and pigeons are angry, and the wind is urgent.
The smoke from the jade stove smells delicious. Painting the wall makes apricot swallows wet. Swallows are wet. Where the flower tip disappears, the painting building stands tall.
Bodhisattva Man Chun was born in Han Jie, Song Xiao.
The troubles of spring come and go. It seems that people are drunk and it is difficult to wake up. Misty rain is wet and dry. Apricot blossoms shock the cold.
Spit and knock on the pot. Never call anyone. I owe you more clothes tonight. Does that man know?
Five Stories of Shui Long Yin Jing Zhe (Yuan)
At the beginning of the sting, the black dragon woke up with a thunder. My family lives in Xianmeng, and I take this opportunity to travel around the world. Jade cheeks and silver whiskers, flax rice is full, and nine chardonnays are drunk.
Love is green outside the door, and wicker sticks grow forever. After 73 years of leisure, I have read all the prosperity and waste in the world.
Acid and alkali are chewed, but now I feel it, and the taste is weak. Always put it for more than a year, loosen the long bamboo and plant orchid. Waiting for Weng, Shangyuan Jiazi, Taiping.
Scare the sun and thunder
Author: Qiu Yuan Dynasty: Song Dynasty
It thundered in Gong Kun in the middle of the night, and the greenhouse of the stunner was already open at dawn. The wind blew high, the candles went out, and the electric rain washed the windows.
Suddenly, the spirit of vegetation is different, so it is a greeting and a reminder of the climate. Only the tortoise and the wooden goose, Ren Chunhui, stood motionless.
4. Poems about thunder and lightning
The wind set off waves,
Thunder with a golden drum.
Free fighting in the southern Arctic,
Walk into this step with a smile.
Ambitious Li Long,
You don't believe in your achievements.
How lonely heroes have been since ancient times,
Roaming the world alone
References:
White's 300 poems
Qu Yuan in Guo Moruo's Thunderstorm Fu
Wind! You shout! Howl! Yell hard! In this dark time, everything fell asleep, fell into a dream and died. It's time for you to roar, and it's time for you to roar as hard as you can!
No matter how you roar, you can't wake them up from their dreams, you can't bring the dead back to life, you can't blow away the darkness heavier than iron, but you can at least blow away some dust, some gravel, and at least some flowers and trees. You can let Dongting Lake, Yangtze River and East China Sea surf for you and roar loudly with you!
Ah, I miss Dongting Lake, I miss the Yangtze River, I miss the East China Sea, and the boundless waves! That powerful and boundless great power! That is freedom, dance, music and poetry!
Ah, the greatest poem in the universe! Your wind, your thunder, your electricity, everything you roar and shine in this darkness, you are poetry, music and dance. Great artists in your universe, try your best to exert your strength. Release endless anger and explode this dark universe, a gloomy universe! It exploded!
Ray. Your rumble is the sound of your wheels rolling. You dragged me to Dongting Lake, to the Yangtze River and to the East China Sea! I want to see the rolling waves, I want to listen to the roar, I want to drift to an uninhabited island, without conspiracy, filth and selfishness! I want to jump into boundless freedom with you, with your voice and with the boundless sea!
Ah, electricity! You are the sharpest sword in the universe! My sword has been drawn, but you, you can draw my tangible sword, but you can't draw my invisible sword. Electricity, your sword in the universe, is also the sword in my heart. You separate, separate, separate! Split, split, split this darkness stronger than iron! Although you split it like water, you pull it out and it closes again, at least you can make the light appear for a moment. Oh, how brilliant and dazzling it is!
Guangming, I admire you, I admire you, I bow to you, I bow to you. I know you are fire, you, the greatest person in the universe, fire! You are on the horizon, you are in front of me, you are by my side, I know you are the life of the universe, you are my life, you are me! My burning life, I am about to burst into anger, can't I shine in generate?
Burst, my body! Burst, universe! Let the naked fire roll, like this wind, like this sea, and burn all tangible and filthy things! Burn it! Burning contains all the evil darkness!
Burn your Eastern Emperor Taiyi! Burn you in the clouds! You wooden poles, what virtue do you have sitting on the throne? You are just the father and mother who produce darkness!
You, you Dong Jun, what kind of Dong Jun are you? People say you are the sun god. You, you can't run at all sitting there. You, you're blushing. Are you shy? You, you are totally fake! You, you wooden stick, you heartless, soulless person, I will burn you, burn you, burn everything, especially your horse! Come down and walk if you can! What a good Priestess of Death, what a good young man, your great ability is that you only know how to fool people! What A Xiang jun, what Mrs. A Xiang, your only skill is crying! What's the use of tears when crying? What is the use of tears? Let you cry out a few cages of ChristianRandPhillips bamboo at most! But isn't that incense column the instrument of torture used by the master to beat slaves? Get off the boat, get off the cloud, and I'll burn you all to death! Burning! Burning!
Hum, you and Bo ... Oh, you Hebo! You, you are my first comforter! I can see it clearly! When I was taken to the high slope and the guard wanted to rest, I stood on the high slope and looked back at the Longmen. I see very clearly, very clearly! I saw ChanJuan abused, and I saw you stand up and defend. As a result, you were brought into Longmen, and Chanjuan was also brought into Longmen.
But I, I have no tears. The universe, the universe has no tears! What is the use of tears? We only have thunder, only lightning, only storms, and we have no slow rain! This is my will, the will of the universe. Encourage it, wind! Roar, ray! Shine, electricity! Destroy, destroy, destroy everything that sleeps in the dark arms!
5. How to describe the poem "Lightning in Spring"
Antique man, the third Wei and Jin Tao Yuanming, Zhong Chunyu fell, and the east corner thundered.
Everyone is lurking, and everything is suitable. Yan, the new arrival, both of them came into my house.
The first nest is still there, and Xiang will return to his former residence. Since the separation, the door has been deserted; My heart is very practical. What's your opinion? Easy-to-lack star Zhu Ping commented on the mysterious bird of Tangjiadao, and the spring thunder surprised me.
The yellow river mud in your mouth is empty. Mix stayed home all night, leaving all the chickens behind.
Double finches embrace righteousness, eat and eat. Chickens are flying and clouds are chirping.
Although the sparrow is small, it is ashamed and sincere. It is difficult for a bird to express itself, but thanks to the master's book.
The gathering of Qin Louyue, Song and Fan Chengda. Light ray was slightly startled at first.
The first shock. Storks and pigeons are angry, and the wind is urgent.
The smoke from the jade stove smells delicious. Painting the wall makes apricot swallows wet.
Swallows are wet. Where the flower tip disappears, the painting building stands tall.
Bodhisattva crossed the river, spring rain crossed the song, and Xiao Hanjie's spring worries are gone forever. It seems that people are drunk and it is difficult to wake up.
Misty rain is wet and dry. Apricot blossoms shock the cold.
Spit and knock on the pot. Never call anyone.
I owe you more clothes tonight. Does that man know?
"Water Sting" (Yuan) When wucun's sting household first opened, a thunder woke the black dragon. My family lives in Xianmeng, and I take this opportunity to travel around the world.
Jade cheeks and silver whiskers, flax rice full, nine chardonnays drunk. Love is green outside the door, and wicker sticks grow forever.
After 73 years of leisure, I have read all the prosperity and waste in the world. Acid and alkali are chewed, but now I feel it, and the taste is weak.
Always put it for more than a year, loosen the long bamboo and plant orchid. Waiting for Weng, Shangyuan Jiazi, Taiping.
Thunder in the morning: Reward Yuan Dynasty: It thundered in Song Kun Palace in the middle of the night, and the greenhouse of the stung household was opened at dawn. The wind blew high, the candles went out, and the electric rain washed the windows.
Suddenly, the spirit of vegetation is different, so it is a greeting and a reminder of the climate. Only the tortoise and the wooden goose, Ren Chunhui, stood motionless.