Peach and plum trees bloom in the spring wind.
After the autumn rain, the leaves fell to the ground.
The palaces in the west and south are littered with weeds,
The steps are full of red leaves that nobody cleans.
Other poems about autumn rain
Yingtianchang Tang and Five Dynasties-Feng Yansi
At that time, I committed it secretly.
Banquet Lanting heartbroken.
Pick a silver lamp and hold a pearl household.
Embroidered quilt is slightly cold, which is worth autumn rain.
Tears in front of pillow,
Scared jade cage parrot.
All kinds of emotions overnight,
The hazy sky is about to dawn.
Luanjialai Tang and Five Dynasties-Wang Wei
In the rustling autumn rain,
Shallow pomegranate diarrhea.
The jumping waves gradually change with each other,
The egret was stunned.
Minus word yulanqing-nalanxingde
Meeting without saying a word,
A hibiscus is holding the autumn rain.
Small halo red tide,
The crooked heart is just a phoenix.
Waiting for a low call,
For coagulation, I am afraid of being seen.
If you want to tell your heart,
Turn around and knock on the Hosta.
Modern Qi Tianle-Wang Guowei
The end of the world is already worried about the autumn pole, so we should smell more insects.
At first, Yao's footsteps rang and Xiulu was rotated through. Go deep into the painting picture.
Sounds like a lawsuit.
What a pity, Zoe.
One night in Dong Tang, I secretly pulled away from hatred.
Empty court autumn rain.
Nancheng stopped again, and so did the West Yard.
I would like to ask Wang Sun, who is so old and has countless worries.
The night is deep.
I'm afraid that my children will travel thousands of miles.
A person who doesn't know how to sing makes people suffer under the bed.
Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves.
Sad autumn is angry! Bleak, vegetation withers and decays. Travel far, and return to the mountains near the water.
The autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants and trees fall yellow, and the geese return to the south.
There are many fallen leaves in Lu Ting, so I know it's autumn.
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation shakes and exposes frost.
Red candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies
How many violets depend on each other and hate each other, looking back at the west wind for a while
A leaf falls to know the depth of autumn, and the autumn wind and autumn rain are very sad.
The autumn window is stormy
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang grows. I feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain. Help the autumn rain come quickly and break the autumn window in Qiu Meng. I couldn't bear to sleep, so I took my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen. Tears are so short that I feel sad and hate leaving my feelings. Whose autumn courtyard has no wind? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain? The autumn wind in Luozhou is urgent, and the sound of autumn rain is urgent. Even at night, the pulse continues to roar, and people seem to cry in front of the lamp. The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and when the bamboo window is empty, it drips. I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught the window screen to be wet with tears.
Slow voice
Looking around, cold and desolate. It's the hardest to stop when it's warm and cold at first. How can three glasses of light wine beat him? The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Stand still against the railing.
Rain falls on the eaves.
At night, it was dark.
Headlight flashing
I saw the wind and rain lingering.
Rainy days in late autumn, darkness
Only lightning and tears
Thunder is sad.
The puppy lay under the bed in horror.
I bent down and touched my foot.
In the flowerpot, shy Clivia.
Autumn rain is like poetry and song.
Hit my heart, my inspiration.
If the rain stops, I think the rainbow must be dazzling.
Chapter II: Autumn Rain
monsoon
Accompanied by autumn rain.
Knock off the last leaf on the branch
My heart is broken.
Why am I so sad and haggard?
Just because
I once had a salty tear on my cheek.
Chapter III: Autumn Rain
The drizzle is falling like smoke floating in the wind.
Infiltrate dry land and plant wheat without watering.
Chapter four: Zhong Qiuyu
It has been raining for seven or eight days,
Intermittent thinking is neither too slow nor too slow.
Obviously, the air is wet and cold.
The temperature dropped by 12 or 13 degrees.
This cold wind from the northwest,
It ended the warmth of warm and dry autumn.
A thin T-shirt is hard to keep out the cold.
Wearing a wool shirt.
The vegetation showed a pale face,
Yellow leaves withered because of this cold word.
Wilderness and distant mountains,
Clear and solemn.
The flower umbrella protects against the cold rain,
Raindrops draw circles on the water.
The deadline for flowers and plants has reached dusk.
Willow leaves flew away with the wind.
Green and red are fading,
The scenery is bleak.
People who hurt autumn will be sad,
Because he is a poet in temperament.
The rain was a turning point,
Let me know that frost and snow are not far away.
A dull pain in my heart,
It is the imprisonment of being afraid of cold;
I can't see the flowers again;
Bees fly and butterflies rejoice.
Xingqing gold, silver and osmanthus are full of fragrance,
Chengju smiled.
The fresh fragrance dilutes the sadness,
When the rain stops, fishing is the best time.
Fat fish are greedy for bait,
The easiest way to get addicted is to get what you want.
It's dawn and the water is still burning.
Restrain restless emotions to know the source of reason.
Clear away melancholy,
Learn from wintersweet.
Chapter 5: Rain in Late Autumn
( 1)
The drizzle is slanting with the wind, and the sky is cool to welcome the winter festival.
In the misty mist of distant mountains, fishing songs are hidden by the river.
Overlooking the Bailonglou Pavilion, herons fly and reeds rest.
Autumn is full of early winter scenery, and my heart feels different.
(2)
A cold current came to the dry land, and a golden wind came to Cherie at night.
Clouds cover the sun, and rain often drops sharply.
The windows of the high-rise building are bright and clean, overlooking the street view, and the cars are splashing.
There are more than umbrellas by the roadside, and the water mist is full of eyes.
Chapter VI: Autumn Rain
Oblique autumn rain enters the blue bay, and fog and smoke ripple around it.
Sitting by the lake while fishing, ignoring the rain and getting wet.
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Sad prose about snow
The first article: Snowflakes are displaced.
Author: Xiao Rui at the end.
Look up at the sky, inhale and exhale, squint and look up at an oblique angle of 60 degrees,
Grandpa Sun was bullied by the cold wind without any warmth, which seemed to dominate this early spring.
I couldn't help shivering, putting on my hat and disappearing into the sight of pedestrians.
After lunch, I went out for a walk. The north wind is cold and the air is humid.
At this time, the sun has been hiding behind the clouds to keep warm, and the cold wind is slightly arrogant in the sky without temperature.
At this moment, the cold current, water vapor and north wind seem to have been premeditated.
Colluding with each other, the world suddenly became serious.
At this time, the cold wind is also choking to tell people that in a little while, the earth will stage a wonderful scene.
The forecast of the cold wind is really true. A few snowflakes are falling in the sky, dancing in the air like princesses and angels!
I stretched out my hands and tried to hold them all in my palm, but I couldn't.
I gently grabbed a few flowers, quickly held them in my palm, put them on my chest, and covered them firmly, lest she slip away.
Close your eyes for 3 seconds and make a small wish silently in your heart!
Then put out your hand, and the little finger, ring finger, middle finger and forefinger finally put out their thumbs.
Ah! My snowflake is gone. Did she fly away? Where did it go?
My heart is dark and confused. Looking up, the sky is white and the world is colorful.
I smiled and let the snowflake stand on my cheek, and was completely defeated by my smiling face in an instant.
Finally, it turns into cold snow water, and the temperature exists on my face.
The snow melted on my face and warmed my heart. I wash my face with snow floating on my face.
Gently remove the residual water droplets on your face and erase the fatigue on your face. Cheer up again!
At this moment, the unscrupulous cold wind mixed with snowflakes shows no signs of stopping.
Some passers-by stopped to watch, some hurried home, some hurried to work,
Because there were no pedestrians on the road on snowy days, they left quietly along the stream of people.
In the evening, the sky has already returned to calm, leaving only the lonely breath of the whistling north wind.
Snowflakes do not seem to bring much expectation to people, and the world has not become white and pure because of the arrival of snowflakes.
All the snowflakes disappeared, leaving no trace, leaving only a wet one.
Just like our memories, all that remains is sadness.
The second part: the complex of the first snow and the unfinished autumn rain.
Author: Listen to the rain Xuan 'er
The first snow this year came earlier than usual. I feel that before I packed my bags in autumn, I ushered in the messenger of winter. The temperature is not very low. Although the landscape trees and branches on both sides of the street are a little less lively than before, they are still lush. Although the color of the leaves is not as bright as it was some time ago, it is still green. There is a faint, moist and sweet smell of autumn in the air. Although in the north, there is no sign of winter. On this warm morning, Si Nuo took Yu Qiu's hand and took a leisurely step, giving Yu Qiu a final hug and farewell.
Autumn rain is happy, happy and sad. ...
The first snow every year is the feeling that autumn rain can't let go, otherwise how can it be so affectionate? It gently hugs Cher, just like a mother holding her baby, so quiet and happy. Cher snuggled up to her mother, quietly listening to her mother's every exhortation ... "Whoa, whoa, whoa" Why did the rain suddenly get bigger? I know it's Sister Yu Qiu's tears again.
The first snow every year is the love that autumn rain can't give up, otherwise how can it be so lingering. It kissed Cher tightly, just like a boy kissing his beloved girl, so obsessed and so sweet. Cher bloomed her charm, intoxicated, intoxicated ... gradually Cher began to melt, which is her farewell tears for the autumn rain.
An encounter comforted a year's expectation. A farewell, annihilated 365 days of waiting.
Although the meeting was short, it was beautiful. Just like a blooming epiphyllum, it just flashed by, but it fascinated many expectant eyes. That's enough, that's enough. How can rain and snow last forever? In order to meet the snow, autumn rain has been brewing for a whole season. People always say: an autumn rain and a cold. In fact, how did they know that this was Yu Qiu's preparation for meeting Cher? Finally saw the snow, you are so pure, crystal clear and lovely. Autumn rain is enough, no regrets. Although the next meeting is far away, although the next meeting is short. But the autumn rain is still looking forward to it, looking forward to it ...
Autumn rain no longer tears, no longer sad. Turn around and leave quietly.
Looking at the back of the autumn rain, Xue murmured: In fact, I am your crystal, and we are not separated. I have frozen your affection in my body and spread it all over every corner I have been. I will wait for you silently next time we meet.
At this time, goose feather-like snowflakes are flying all over the sky outside the window, waving goodbye to autumn with the affection of autumn rain.
Chapter Three: Remembering Snow
Author: Chun Xue
After the solstice in winter, the weather is getting colder every day. The temperature plummeted and the water outside froze. The winter scenery before us is thin. Cold cable and sunshine, like a passionate little girl, are more fresh and beautiful in winter. People around us are full of interest in life. When I am bored, I relax physically and mentally, sitting at my desk alone, and my heart is full of inexplicable feelings. My heart is sour. Just miss the past, childhood, winter and snowy days in winter.
In winter, the most unforgettable thing is snow.
Yes, when I was four or five years old, I vaguely remembered those snowy days. It's snowing, and there is a white world in front of us. The biggest feature of snowy days is cold, so it feels particularly cold. I can't stand the cold. Snowflakes are floating in the sky, and adults remind us that this is not white sugar, nor is it salt used at home, nor is it flour used to make steamed bread. It's snow. It's still snowing. Grandpa Tian sends quilts to the wheat in the field. Children are not allowed to go out on snowy days. My feet in oversized cotton shoes hurt with cold. The snow stopped, and I watched the older children make a snowman outside. Throwing snowballs, I feel envious. When the snow stops, when it melts outside, it is also the coldest time in snowy days. The village road is very muddy, so adults should hold it when they are older. Children can't walk on the village road. At that time, there was a natural dependence and worship for adults, and I always hated myself for not growing up earlier.
When you grow up, you will understand that a few heavy snows in winter are the most precious to farmers. There is a farmer's proverb, wheat covers the quilt and sleeps in steamed bread in the coming year. There is even a saying that snow indicates a good year. Yes, it's snowing. A heavy snow will form thick snow. If the wheat seedlings in the field are covered with a quilt, they will not be frozen to death and frostbite, and there will be a bumper harvest in the coming year, and the life at home will be rich. When I was in primary school, I often wrote this proverb in my composition.
I fell in love with literature when I was in high school. I have read many famous prose poems about snow, and I have a deeper understanding of some true meanings of snow. Spring is chilly like rain, and Yu Ning is like snow. Visible snow is the product of water. Water on the earth becomes air, and water vapor condenses into snow in the air. It can be seen that snow is also a product of winter and a landscape in winter. When writing "snow", scholars often use words such as "floating" and "dancing" to describe the light and elegant charm of snowflakes. Others say that snowflakes are the soul of winter. They make winter full of life and love. There are also many literati who have written many elegant feelings and lofty aspirations of winter snow for personal enjoyment. For example, Looking at the Snow in the Gallery, Xun Mei Stepping on Snow, Listening to Snow and Knocking on Bamboo, and many other excellent works. In a beautiful article, I came into contact with an old pedant with profound knowledge and elegant taste. He has a profound understanding and insight into nature. In the face of a day of heavy snow, he whirled in front of the porch, thoughtfully, singing butterflies. Pine, bamboo, plum and cold are three friends, and heaven and earth are the same as spring. He wants to learn from plum blossoms and fight against snow. What a good mood, what a high mood. Through the snow, Xun Mei. There are some trees in the wild bridge, which are not white. In cold weather, the sky is full of goose feather-like snowflakes, which are surging, mighty and spectacular. And the trees and plums in the wild bridge are so hot and charming that they are worthy of being a man with lofty ideals in flowers. Yes, snowflakes are as white as jade, crystal clear, and noble in interest, so they are worthy of being a gentleman in flowers. Plum blossoms bloom in the snow, not afraid of cold and violence. They are really comparable to those chivalrous men in the world who are not afraid of power and kitsch. Scholars are not arty, but have the ambition to save the people. Listening to the snowflake knocking on the bamboo, the faint snowflake falls on the bamboo, emitting a wonderful and magical charm. Snowflakes love bamboo, and bamboo grows straight towards the sky. Someone nearby is listening, listening to the wonderful rhythm of the intersection of snow and bamboo in nature. He is looking forward to noble snow, and he is looking forward to upright bamboo. ...
Once upon a time, every snowy day, the family would sit around a brazier made of clay. That brazier is bigger than the washbasin used by ordinary people. Five or six people can sit in the enclosure. As soon as it snows, the wood prepared in autumn is lit in the brazier, making the room warm. At that time, the thatched cottage where we lived was very cold, with wooden doors and lattice windows blocked by straw and newspapers. It snowed for several days, especially when the snow melted. It is particularly cold, and there are often cold air and cold air coming in through the cracks in the windows. At that time, with the brazier, the problem of snow and cold weather was naturally solved. The family kept the brazier and chatted. I don't have to do any work. The room was warm, but I thought it was warm. It's quite leisurely, and there is a feeling that people are blessed. Now rural people also live in buildings, balconies and stainless steel glass doors and windows. The room has good sealing, good thermal insulation and sound insulation effect. The room is heated, clean and tidy, and it is no longer as smoky as before. In this situation, it is a wonderful enjoyment to enjoy the snowflakes flying all over the sky through the glass. One day, it was snowing outside the window. Occasionally, I read a poem about snow, and I thought it had a good artistic conception and was quite infectious. The breeze shook the trees, and fine snow fell under the curtain. The air is like fog, and it condenses like a flower. I don't watch Yang, but I watch Gui Zhibai. No tears, no humanity, what's good about lovesickness? Although the snow that time was not fine snow, the fine scenery in the poem also caused countless feelings in my chest. Snowflakes are spinning and dancing in the air. Although they are not like fog, they are like a group of magical elves. They are piled up in the corner outside the balcony, corresponding to the word "like flowers" in the poem. At that time, I thought, why did those scholars like snow so much? Yes! It is inevitable for a warm-blooded man to serve his country. However, on the court and beside Ren Jun, there will inevitably be young people. So there are bound to be many obstacles on the way to serve the country. Therefore, those honest and warm-blooded men like snow and expect it to be as simple as snow. Heaven is true, good and beautiful, and a country's talent.
I haven't hiked in the snow for a long time. It is a beautiful and pleasant exercise to climb mountains or go for a walk in the outdoor Woods on the thick snow. Actually, I really want to climb the mountain. My foot stepped on the soft snow, making a wonderful and subtle sound, and there were two deep footprints behind me. Climb up the mountain, and go beyond the limits of fatigue and hardship again and again. When I reached the top of the mountain, I was already sweating. My body and mind feel refreshed in the sharp cold of Ming Che, and all the depressed backlog disappears instantly, which makes me extremely relaxed. At this time, when you look around, Jiangshan is wrapped in silver and is a vast and quiet white world. Those peaks, dressed in white robes, are as cool as the most beloved, generous and kind Santa Claus. I really want to express my respect ... or I feel an unparalleled sweetness and love.
Whether the snow in that place can make the lost people return in time. Whether their lives can reflect many ugliness in the world.
I like snow, and every time I think of those snowy days, I have an indescribable impulse and passion. Snowflakes are naturally white. Innocent and spotless, even if she melts into the mud, she still exudes fresh, simple and firm charm, which can be described as supercilious, upright and upright, without losing the character of a gentleman between heaven and earth. No wonder, since ancient times, many poets, scholars, sages and gentlemen have paid much attention to them and praised them. I think it would be great if a person could be like a snowflake. I hope more people like snow.
Article 4: There is no trace of snow
Author: Thoughts on fleeting time
Another winter has come, and another snow has come. I remember what I said to you in college: "Dear, I want to kiss between white snowflakes under the dim street lamp, because that is the most romantic thing." You just looked at me and smiled, then gently grabbed my hand and walked slowly forward, squeaking under your feet, and the warmth rippled around you and me.
Honey, are you okay now? I know you will say you are not good. Because I know exactly what happened that day. It was a snowy day. You picked me up at the station. Because we quarreled the day before, I ran home angrily. At the station, you didn't say a word. That was the only time you bought a platform ticket to meet me at the station, but I didn't expect it to be the last time. You take my bag, hold my hand and walk forward step by step. Every step, you will hold my hand, just like getting off the bus. You start cleaning up the garbage in the room. I sat on the bed and looked at you. My back is so lonely and sad. This is what we broke the day before, and this is the wall that we stained the night before. It gradually returned to its original appearance, but where did the place we call home go? I wiped my tears and turned my back to say that I agreed to the blind date arranged by my family. Instead of hurting each other, I might as well share it. "You stop for a while, and then continue the action in your hand." Well, I'm going to cook. "Let's eat, you lie on my body and listen to my heartbeat." I have listened to this heartbeat for four years. Today is the last day. I don't cry or make trouble. I hope you are happy. You can go safely. I have my own plan. I don't have to feel sorry for myself. "I snorted sullenly, and then unconsciously. So we parted ways.
Honey, it's snowing again No one is waiting for me to go home at the station, no one is waiting for me at the door on a cold night, no one will be anxious like an ant on hot bricks because I am sick, no one will cover me with a quilt, no one will give me sexual food, no one will teach me how to communicate with my boss, no one will help me make lunch, no one will get up early to make breakfast, and no one will stay, only those small problems that you are used to.
Dear, the snow came very early this year, but those remaining memories can't burn this cold winter. Dear, the dribs and drabs you left me have been buried deep in the ground with this falling snowflake. Honey, the snow has fallen without a trace, and neither you nor I have a chance.
Article 5: Snowflakes fall and dance from my heart.
Author: Twilight City
I was in a gloomy mood when I went to class in the morning, and it really snowed after class. The second snow of 20l 1 came in this way, a thin layer. It's good to step on the creaking sound. It suddenly occurred to me that 20l2 is coming, and so is the legendary end of the world.
I have a grain of salt about 20 16. However, I have never been afraid. It seems that a belief has taken root in my heart and made my fears disappear; It seems that my pursuit is too small I feel that I have spent such a time in this world and had such a group of friends, and I am very satisfied with their company.