2. Summer Thunder Poems
Poetry about the sound of rain 1. Ask for a lot of ancient poems about the sound of rain.
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
4. There is no rain on the mountain road and the clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "On the Mountain")
5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")
6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th)
7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
8. Wu, a cold rainy night person, is seeing Chu Mountain off. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)
9. The Acropolis is soaked in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")
10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing")
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's "The Storm of November 4th"
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
2. Poetry about the sound of rain
There is a very old feeling, a very small wall and a person who inadvertently took a look. 1 This does not mean that I can resist the dust that is not time. The buds at my fingertips can resist them. I'm too light. This rainy street won't be separated by two rows of rain because my road passes. I really passed. I am at a loss in such thick moisture. I can't give the mountains and rivers or give up the smoke on the eaves lightly. It has been rising for many years, and the path in front of the door is full of fallen flowers before I raise my hand. I can't tell you. I only came back because I can't forget it. This is my silent escape. This is the forgiven frost. I know nothing about the details. I just want a bright moon, a white house and the only glass of water in the house. I can't bear to have ears and eyes that can't pierce the darkness. I'm just a porter. In this normal spring, children can't hear the growth of pines and cypresses, and even can't remember someone putting down their burdens and standing beside me. The sound of rain keeps talking about spring, the pink of Chun Lv, the Yellow River and the West Lake, the melting of your concern, and my silk flower Spring shakes the vigorous branches in the north and kisses the soft willow yarn in the south, so she is swaying and drifting, listening to the sound of rain, lingering and tearing.
3. Ancient poems describing the sound of rain
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes are wet. I don't know how many flowers I have folded.
(Lu you: the rain after drinking on the lake) There is no need to go home in the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Son of the Fisherman" clothes are wet, and Liu Feng's face is cold. -The quatrains of monk Zhinan: Morning rain in Weicheng is also light dust: spring dawn) 2. An empty mountain after the rain.
-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period. Du Fu, when spring comes.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night has seven or eight stars in the sky. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's The Storm on November 4th tells the story of the rainy season.
(Zhang: "Fishing Song") 6. Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, green hemp fiber, autumn night, green willows in the guest house, when spring comes, it rains before two or three o'clock-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but I still remember that night, that storm. (Wang Wei: "Parting with Xin Jian at Furong Inn") 9. The acropolis was bathed in rain.
(Su Shi, the green willow in the guest house is new in color: Autumn Mountain) 3. Good rain knows the season. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. Bright water: "In the mountains") 5. Indigo: "1 1 4 th of the month") 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
(Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. On a cold rainy night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone. (Wang Changling, there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. In Kong Yu, Shan Ye, pedestrians on the road are dying. 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
(Meng Haoran started.
4. Seek a large number of ancient poems describing the sound of rain, and seek a large number of ancient poems describing the sound of rain.
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: Living in Autumn) 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. It didn't rain on the mountain road, and my clothes were wet. Ma Tie Glacier is dreaming. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. A man named Wu sent his guests to Chushan on a cold rainy night. (Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. Weicheng was drenched, and the guest room was green and willow-colored. It's rainy in the mountains. (Su Shi: Drinking clear water on the lake makes it rain) There is no need to ask for rain. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" wet his clothes and his face was not cold and windy. -Monk Zhinan's "Jueju" It is also a light dust and a guest when it rains in Weicheng. Ma Tie Glacier is dreaming. -Lu You "The Storm on November 4" knows when it rains and when it happens in spring. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" has seven or eight stars, and it began to rain before two or three o'clock-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon", now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn is Clear and Rainy.
5. Poetry about the sound of rain
The rain outside the window, like a woman's sob, is sometimes urgent and sometimes soothing, and is collected by the old Crocker under the eaves. Inevitably, some quarrels are caused by the back of my mother hanging clothes alone from childhood memories, and the open doors and windows are like dewdrops. The beads on the glass window were covered with curtains about the past, but they quickly slipped down and watered a forgotten calla lily waiting to bloom. What kind of mood should I put the rain with a heavy heart? Maybe just an occasional conversation. Your strangeness is never strange, just like the posture of waking up from sleep is so harmonious. Tonight's rain falls on the pillow as if a person is drifting away and getting closer.
6. Sentences describing the sound of rain
The drizzle fell on the corrugated board of the old house. Spring is whispering and telling stories all the way.
The dripping eaves looked at the cracks in the ground and made a series of flat and even carefully accumulated water drops on the slate. The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the leaves are open to meet the tight and slow combing.
Bodhisattva Man (bamboo with eaves falling in the rain) Time: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Works: Bodhisattva Man with eaves falling in the rain. A clear song evokes a clear sleep.
There are still some flowers left in East Lake. The same tendency, no problem.
Restaurants are raining. The rain was blown away by the wind.
Blow away the Fu Ying Cup. How many times a spring?
Listening to the afterglow of the cold rain, the spring cold intensifies. First, the material is steep, and then the rainy season begins, sometimes dripping, sometimes wet, even in the dream, it seems to have an umbrella.
With an umbrella, you can avoid a cold rain and the whole rainy season. Even my thoughts are wet.
Going home every day, it is a dream to walk into the rain and wind from Jinmen Street to Xiamen Street. It's sad to think of Taipei like this. This is a completely black-and-white movie. I think the whole history of China and China is nothing more than a black-and-white movie. It rained like this from beginning to end.
I wonder if this feeling comes from antonioni. But that land was a long time ago. Twenty-five years, a quarter of a century, even if it rains, Qian Shan is full of water, and the umbrella is across Qian Shan.
In twenty-five years, everything was broken, involving only climate and weather forecast, and a big cold current rolled in from that land. This indifference is shared with the ancient continent. You can't jump into her arms and be swept away by her. This is also a comfort for children.
When I think so, I feel a little warm in the cold. In this way, he hopes that these narrow alleys will extend forever, and his thinking can also be extended, not from Jinmen Street to Xiamen Street, but from Jinmen to Xiamen.
He is from Xiamen, at least in a broad sense. For twenty years, he has been living in Xiamen Street instead of Xiamen, which is a mockery and a comfort. But in a broad sense, he is also a Jiangnan native, a Changzhou native, a Nanjing native, a Chuanwaer, and a teenager in a broad sense.
The apricot blossom and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River was his boyhood. It will be clear in half a month.
Antonioni's lens tossed and turned, tossed and turned. Residual water is like water, and the earth after heaven is like water.
There are thousands of people from north to south. Is there porcelain in it? China, of course, will always be China.
It's just that the apricot blossom and spring rain are gone, the shepherd boy no longer gives directions, the sword gate is drizzling, and the dust in Weicheng is gone. However, where is the land he dreams of day and night? In the headlines of the newspaper? Or is it a rumor in Hong Kong? Or Fu Cong's black keys white key Ma Sicong's jump bow plucking strings? Or is it the hope of antonioni's mirror-ending horse week? Or, in the walls and glass cabinets of the Palace Museum, in the rhyme of Taibai Dongpo in the sound of gongs and drums in Beijing Opera? Apricot flowers and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Liuge, maybe that piece of soil is in it. Whether it is Chixian, Shenzhou or China, it is changing. As long as Cang Xie's inspiration persists, his beautiful Chinese will not be old, and the centripetal force like a magnet will inevitably grow.
Because a square character is a world. At the beginning, there were words, so the memories and hopes of his ancestors were pinned in the hearts of Han people.
For example, write a word "rain" out of thin air, dribs and drabs, torrential rain, all love and rain will be in it. What kind of visual beauty can rain or pluie satisfy? Jin Mu, like fire and water, has become the world by itself. When you enter the "Rain" Department, the ancient China is ever-changing, and you will notice that beautiful frost, snow, clouds and terrible thunder and hail only show God's good temper and bad temper, and the Meteorological Observatory takes pains to read an encyclopedia that laymen can't understand.
Listen, the cold rain. Look at that cold rain.
Smell it, cold rain, lick it, cold rain. Rain fell on his umbrella, raincoats fell on the umbrellas of millions of people in this city, antennas fell on houses, and ships landed on the breakwater channel of Keelung Port.
Rain is a woman and should be the most emotional. Rain is empty and psychedelic. Smell it carefully, it is refreshing and refreshing, and there is a little mint fragrance. When it is strong, it gives off the peculiar smell of grass and wood after bathing. Maybe it's actually the smell of earthworm and snail. After all, it is shocking.
Maybe it's life on the ground and underground, maybe the memory of ancient China is stupid and crawling, maybe it's the subconscious and dreams of plants, and there is something fishy about it. When I went to America for the third time, I lived in the mountains of Denver for two years.
The western United States is mountainous and desert, and it is dry for thousands of miles. The sky is as blue as Anglo-Saxon eyes, the ground is as red as Indian skin, and clouds are rare. There are few clouds and fog on the dazzling snow peaks in the Loki Mountains. One is high, the other is dry, and the third is above the forest line, and the cedar has stopped. "Clouds Wangfu interest? Free and easy in my chest "or" Yellow Rain in Shang Lue "in China's poems is an ugly landscape in the Rocky Mountains.
The victory of the Rocky Mountains lies in stones and snow. Those jagged rocks overlap and depend on each other, creating a thrilling sculpture exhibition for the sun and wind thousands of miles away.
White and illusory snow, cold and clear, endless momentum makes people feel hard to breathe, cold and sour. However, to appreciate the state of "clouds, when I look back, just behind me, fog, when I entered them, it was gone", you still have to come to China.
The humidity in Taiwan Province Province is very high, which is the most ambiguous. I stayed at the head of the stream for two nights. The trees were fragrant and the cold hit my elbow at night. I slept like a fairy, resting on overlapping mountain shadows and endless rest.
It rained all night in the mountains and woke up the next morning. In the primitive silence where the rising sun did not rise, I ventured into the secret of the forest, walked all the way up the mountain through the broken branches on the ground and the trickling rain, facing the cold all night. The mountain at the head of the stream is dense with trees and dense fog. The lush water vapor rises from the bottom of the Ran Ran, sometimes thick and sometimes light, and the transpiration changes. It is almost impossible to see the hidden peaks and valleys just from the open space where the fog breaks through the clouds.
Go up the mountain at least twice, and you can only play hide-and-seek with Xitoufeng in the white. Back in Taipei, the world asked me, except for smiling and pretending to be mysterious, the actual impression was nothing more than nothing.
Clouds around, mountains hidden, water far away.
7. Is there a sentence to describe the sound of rain?
1. Spring rain is the gentlest. If the spring rain comes, try to let it wipe your face. That kind of feeling is very gentle, just like mom touching your face gently, which is very comfortable. After the spring rain, flowers and plants will be more colorful. Spring rain is their nourishment.
2. Summer rain is the most enthusiastic. Rain hits the eaves, and the glass makes a "Hua La" sound, which makes people feel that Yu Xia is like a crazy bee, constantly chirping. It's hard to be hit in the face by summer rain. It hurts like a small stone in the face.
Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain Autumn rain sometimes sweeps across the earth, but sometimes it falls like a gasp. However, autumn rain is the messenger of harvesting fruits. After the autumn rain, the farmer's uncle felt much more relaxed, because the harvest day came.
Winter rain, like ancient women, rarely shows up. If it rains in winter, it is likely to snow. It is flying in the sky. At this time, the children are happy and can have fun again.
5. Crying rain: Rain is like a baby crying. It not only goes from choking and sobbing to tears without gradual rhythm or warning; And the ending came to an abrupt end. None of the raindrops became sparse and small, and the dark clouds slowly spread out excessively, as if the raindrops were still hanging in mid-air. You are not like the spring rain of a shy girl, but only give gentle and moist kisses to flowers and plants; You don't like the tired old lady's autumn rain, which gives people unbearable shade and rain.
You are like an unscrupulous and unrestrained young man, pouring out your uncontrollable love for flowers, crops and mother earth; Like an infatuated girl, telling her lover her deep love.
Ah, Yu Xia, you savage soul? Only you deserve to be called "the life of youth"!
Ah, Yu Xia, you are walking briskly, and your footsteps are rushing to shoulder the mission of destroying branches and welcome dust.
I praise you, Yu Xia!
Summer rain often comes and goes quickly, without the lingering of pure rain and the leisurely autumn rain. Summer is poetic. Xia Feng is fresher than spring breeze, and summer nights are more charming than spring nights. The summer heat gradually receded during the day, the crescent moon hung in the sky, and the stars shed a little cold light.
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?
There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat.
Poetry about thunder in summer 1. What poems describe thunder?
The first sound of thunder
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February is still cold and spring clouds are still wet. It rained on the window all night, and there were several thunders.
"Song Liuhe Lei Jiuge" Liuhe Lei, China has a gentleman. Draw its eyes and ears so as not to be heard. Separated from the wilderness, I merged with people.
1, teaching bombs are like rolling thunder (Su Song Shi Yurenmei) 2) Ten thousand horses from mines (Tang Wei Zhuang Qin Yinfu) 3) Thunder singing in full swing (Song Songyuan Taizong Zhi) 4) Listen to the thunder from ducks (Song Shihuiyuan) and the earthquake that struck Leisheng (Song Ge Chang Gung Qinyuanchun) 8. Thunder in the air (Yuan anonymous hanging gold rope) 9. However, he tried to storm (Louchun, Yu Lifang) 10, and Chixian Yang (Tang Libai's "For Zhao Taishou Yue in Xuancheng"). There are thunder everywhere (57 Ancient Poems by Daochang) 13, Lei Congyun Chu (Fu on Huai River) 14, own electric thunder shake (quatrains in Tang Dynasty) 15, and thunder suddenly shakes for 3,000 times (lei zhen (Yu) in Song Dynasty, Volume 3, Manxiang Crane).
2. What are the poems describing "thunder"?
1. Strong victory over benevolence and deep rain and dew, ZTE forgives the fierce wind and thunder. Lu You's Wu Wen Zhou Junbao has been restored to Xijing.
2. Wan Li returns by cloud, alone in the East China Sea. Qiu Jin's "The Japanese on the Yellow Sea Ship Ask for Sentences and Look at the Map of the Russo-Japanese War"
3. The thunder is faint, I feel something in my heart, and I listen to the non-car sound. Fu Xuan's miscellaneous poems
It thundered in Fu Jiang last night. It is a spring city, but the color is a little cold. Du Fu's "Send a Boring Drama to Nineteen Cao Chang"
5. Thunder shook Wan Li, and the universe moved all over the world. Who can manage Liuhe without yuan? Fu Xuan's Song of Thunder
6. Thunder is in the rain, and apes chirp at night. The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling. I miss my son and I am worried. Qu Yuan's Nine Songs Shan Gui
7. It's thundering, and rain is coming. Ming? "Yangguangshan Road" in Li Panlong
8. The clouds began to sink, and the rain was coming. Don? The East Building of Xianyang City in Xu Hun
3. Poems about thunder
Your voice drowned out the rattle of my carriage? Li Shangyin's Untitled Two Poems in Tang Dynasty 2. Li Bai in Tang Dynasty was given to the Ming prefect by thunder; Yang Li Bai in Chi County was given to Zhao Taishou Yue in Xuancheng; 4. Foreign ministers in the midsummer were all in harmony with Yuefu Zaqu to sing two poems about Wushan Gao; 5. Lei Zhuiyou and Xiang's uncle Zheng Jun Dongxi Caotang were sent to Du Fu in Tang Dynasty by thunder. 8. Jiangpu Thunder. Last night, Du Fu in Tang Dynasty made a boring play, giving directions to the 19th Cao Chang Road. 9. Lei Dai Shulun's Happy Rain 10, and Dong Sheng sent Lun's "Send Jiangzhou Guo" 1 1, which was like rolling thunder. But he tried to thunder. Ge's "Jade Louchun", the girl in green flying flowers, 13, Song Ge Chang Geng's "Qinyuanchun", be a fairy, 14, and collect Tang Hanyu's "Two Birds Have a Blast Thunder", roaring and thundering, uncovering stones, Yao He's evil spirit. Talking about being separated from thunder Cui Weiyao's Bai Shi Tan Qiu Ji Zuo 18, Tang Luyan's Jueju 19 shaken by his own lightning, What's the Aftersound Volume III 20, and Lei Ming's Hanging Gold in Five in the Air 265438. Listen to the thunder of the dragon and snake. Huang Songting's bamboo slips "Lingshoutai" contain nine poems, involving two rhymes and the source of the platform, totaling 23 poems. The clouds took away the thunder. Cao Xiyu of Huang Songting Zhang, the second rhyme was once the capital, 24. "Thunder" is not written by Tingjian's ink to praise Jiang Renzong's family, 25. ) In the Tang Dynasty, Wan Ma went from mines to Wei Zhuang, Yin, 26. During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, earthquake thunder was sent to the pit. In the middle of the night, there was a thunder at the top of the door, Yu Chan's "All Laws Belong to One Song" 29. Last night, there was a thunder, and Yin Nanshan and Song Chenzao's "Two Verses Pushing Mountain Rhyme to Keep Their Walk" 30. Rolling thunder to see the flowers bloom, Song Chenzao's "Ten Wonderful Scenes in Early Spring and a Stone Lake" 3 1, the night thunder was in full swing, and Song Jingxi's "Miscellaneous Ten Awards" 32. The thunder with a dish belly Listen and teach ducks to thunder. Song Shi Hui Yuan's "Ancient Fu" 102 36. The thunder suddenly shook three thousand times. Fourteen ancient carols by Songshi Tang Zong. Thunder echoed in the air. The fate of Song Song Taizong knowledge 38. Thunder crossed the sea, and lightning dyed red the happy rain in Wang Song Straight Road.
4. Poems describing the rain in summer
Drunk book in Wang Hu Building on June 27th.
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
A thunderous sound, like shaking from the feet of tourists to the feet, has a beautiful hall and thick clouds, which can't be opened. In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou. It's very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks knock on the cause and effect drum. I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace. Shi "Rainstorm in Youmeitang"
Drinking in the lake is clear after the rain.
Su Shi
The water is bright and clear,
It's rainy in the mountains.
In order to compare the West Lake with the West Lake,
Light makeup is always appropriate.
Moral: In the sunny sunshine, the West Lake is rippling with glittering golden light. Beautiful scenery; In rainy weather, the mountains look hazy in the drizzle and have a strange beauty. If we want to compare the West Lake to a beauty, then the sunny West Lake is like a beauty with heavy makeup, while the rainy West Lake is like a beauty with light makeup, both of which are equally beautiful.
The rain is green and the frost garden has many red leaves.
References:
Tang Bai Juyi's Sima Zhai
When the rocks slide and spray, it is sunny like rain, when the sun shines high, it is cold, and when the flowers fall, it is cold in summer.
Rock slip sentence: The spring waterfall on the rock flies in the air, like a rain curtain hanging on a sunny day. Candy Luo's sentence: The vines are winding in the forest, and the shade covers the sun, which makes people feel cool in midsummer.
Tang Fanggan's "On the Top of a Hong Yu"
Song Zhao Shixiu's Moon Tour: "In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you don't come at midnight, knock off the chess pieces and die. "
Wheat ripens in the wind and plums turn yellow in the rain.
"Summer of Service" in Northern Zhou Yuxin
The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze.
Lan: Fog.
Tang's water pavilion was sent to the county government.
Summer in April and summer in June.
B: Let's go. The Book of Songs Xiaoya April
The beauty of spring is full of candles, and the summer is clear.
Spring rain: late spring. Summer harvest: early summer.
Liang, Wang, Monks and Confucian Shi Yan in the Southern Dynasties
5. What is the poem describing "It suddenly rained cats and dogs in summer"?
1, heavy rain on May 19th of Ming Dynasty: Liu Ji
The wind drives the heavy rain to sprinkle the high city, and the cloud presses the thunder lightly.
I don't know where the dragon went after the rain, and a pool of grass was full of frogs.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Strong winds drove heavy rains to dump in high cities, with dark clouds gathering and thunder rumbling. After a while, the dragon making clouds and rain left with thunder and dark clouds. What appeared before his eyes was an overflowing pond, green grass dripping and frogs singing in unison.
2,' June 27th Wang Hulou Drunk Book' Song Dynasty: Su Shi.
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Dark clouds surge up like ink splashes, but a mountain is exposed on the horizon, clear and fresh, and the water splashed by heavy rain is like white beads and gravel, splashing on the boat. Suddenly, the wind swept in and dispersed the dark clouds all over the sky. The water in the West Lake was as blue as a mirror, bright and gentle.
3,' Youmeitang Rainstorm' Song Dynasty: Su Shi
A thunderous sound, like shaking from the feet of tourists to the feet, has a beautiful hall and thick clouds, which can't be opened.
In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou.
The west lake is like a golden cup, full of rain, almost overflowing; The rain beat against the forest in the lake, making people feel relaxed and happy.
I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace.
Interpretation of the vernacular: a thunder, like a vibration from the soles of tourists. There are beautiful halls and thick clouds. On the horizon in the distance, the high wind carries dark clouds and blows the sea water upright like a mountain; A rainstorm crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang and hit Hangzhou.
The west lake is like a golden bottle, full of rain, almost overflowing; Raindrops hit lakes and mountains, as sharp as gama drums, making people laugh. I really want to wake up Li Bai, who is intoxicated, and wash his face with this flying spring full of mountains, so that he can see the wonders in front of him, such as Jiao Ren Palace, where pearls and jade are all over the world.
4. Yangguangshan Daozhong Ming Dynasty: Li Panlong.
It's thundering, and rain is coming.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Thunder falls like Qian Shan, and rain comes like ten thousand peaks, which is really magnificent.
5,' Work in the Storm' Song: Lu You
The wind is like pulling mountains out of anger, and the rain is like a raging river.
The house is leaking and the windows are ringing.
Interpretation of the vernacular: the wind roared like a mountain, and the heavy rain poured down the earth like a river that burst its banks. The house leaked rain, and it couldn't get rain, and the rain also knocked on the window.
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After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. 2, "Summer" In the midsummer of Tang Jiangnan, it rains like a river. Dew orange drops golden bullets, banana spits white lotus. 3, "Xia Meng" edited by Tang Jiangnan and Ci Sun. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra. 4, "Array" Song Yang Wanli spring eyes silently cherish the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. 5, "Summer Scenery" Zhu Ming Zhan Ji Scenery The beginning of rain and dew is too refreshing, jade waves are rippling, and the bridge is flat. Swallows wear curtains well, while idle gulls flood lightly. 6, "Summer Meaning" Su Song Shunqin Farewell Hospital is full of pomegranate flowers in the midsummer. The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles. 7. "Smelling Cicada" Tang Lei has a new sound in the shadow of green locusts, and the fog is thin and the wind is light. When you hear the Tao, you are always depressed and worried about the people. 8, "Xia Liuyan" song array stream from the breeze, full of stars. Several boats crossed Pukou, and a flute sounded in front of the mountain. 9. "Mountain Pavilion Summer" Tang Gaopian The green trees are dark and long in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant. 10 "Summer in Rain" Tang Peidu went upstairs to escape from the midsummer, and everything was dusty. Across the street, when it rains, it thunders against the tree. The eaves are sparse and the cobwebs are heavy, and the ground is wet and muddy. After singing, the breeze rises and the lotus fragrance fills the neighborhood. 1 1, "Array" Qingyuan beautiful shepherd boy rides a yellow cow, and the song vibrates Lin Yue. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. 12, "Array" Fan Song is big, Li Jinxing is fat, and wheat and cabbage are thin. No one crossed the long fence, only