Poetry about rain in the morning 1. What poems describe the good mood of rain in the morning?
1, "In early spring, I was a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs (I)"
Tang dynasty: Han Yu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.
It is drizzling in the streets of Beijing. The rain in Mao Mao is as delicate and moist as milk. The grass drills out of the ground, and the colors of the grass are faintly connected from a distance, but it looks sparse and sporadic when you look closely. The most beautiful scenery in a year is this early spring scenery, far better than the late spring in Lvyang City.
2. "Drinking two rains on Lake Chuqing, the second part"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
On a sunny day, the West Lake is rippling with water waves. In the sunshine, radiant, beautiful. When it rains, the distant mountains are shrouded in misty rain, and their eyes are confused. The hazy scenery is also beautiful. If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a beauty, then whether it is light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always set off her natural beauty and charming charm.
3. April in the countryside
Song Dynasty: Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
The fields on the hillside are lush with vegetation, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the skylight. The sky is misty and rainy, cuckoos are crying, and the earth is thriving. April has arrived, and no one is idle. Just after sericulture, it is necessary to transplant rice seedlings again.
4. Spring Day
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
The light thunder fell all night, and the frivolous tiles were uneven.
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.
The light thunder has passed, and the spring rain is falling. After the rain, in Chu Qing, the sun seems to float between freshly washed tiles. After the spring rain, peony is tearful and affectionate; Rose lying on her back, charming and lovely.
5. "Send Yuan Ershi Anxi"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.
The light rain in the morning moistened the dust on the acropolis floor, the air was fresh and the hostel was greener. Sincerely advise friends to have another glass of wine. It's hard to meet old relatives when you go west from Yangguan.
2. Change a rainy morning poem by Ai Qing.
A snowy morning
Author: Ai Qing
It's snowing, it's snowing, there's no sound,
It's snowing, it's been snowing,
Snow covered the yard,
Snow covered the roof,
How quiet, how quiet the whole world is.
Watching snowflakes flying,
I think it's far, far away,
Thinking of the Woods in summer,
Morning in the Woods,
There is dew everywhere.
The sun has just risen,
A child, barefoot,
Coming out of the morning light,
His face is like a flower,
He sang in a low voice.
He has a bamboo pole in his little hand.
He raised his little head,
Those shining eyes,
Through the thick leaves,
Looking for the sound of cicadas.
His other little hand,
Brought a bunch of green things,
A long green bristlegrass,
There are ants, scarabs and dragonflies,
All this,
I remember it very clearly.
We haven't been in the Woods for a long time,
It has been covered with fallen leaves,
There will be no figure;
But I always remember that kid,
And his clear and clear singing,
At the moment, he doesn't know which cabin it is.
Looking at the snowflakes that keep flying,
Maybe I want to throw snowballs in the Woods,
Maybe I want to go skating on the lake,
He will never know.
One person thought of him,
On this snowy morning.