Waiting for you in the rain
In the afterglow
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow-making rain
The sound of cicadas fell, the frogs The sound rises
A pool of red lotus is like a flame, in the rain
It doesn’t matter whether you come or not, but it feels like
Every lotus looks like you< /p>
Especially across the dusk, across this drizzle
Eternity, moment, moment, eternity
Waiting for you, outside of time
< p>Within time, waiting for you, in an instant, in eternityIf your hand is in my hand, at this moment
If your fragrance
< p>In my nostrils, I will say, little loverNo, this hand should pick lotus, in Wu Palace
This hand should
Rocking a osmanthus oar, in a magnolia boat
A star hangs on the eaves of the Science Museum
Hanging like an ear aconite
Swiss watches are said to be all It's seven o'clock. Suddenly you come
Following the red lotus after the rain, gracefully, you come
Like a little order
From an allusion to love, you come Coming
From Jiang Baishi's words, you are coming
Huanxisha
Year: Yuan Author: Zhao Yong
< p>Don’t hate the thick green eyebrows. Luo Yi is timid in the spring breeze for the first time. Acacia is only for two things. The curtains are rolled with jade hooks and the clouds are faint, and the fragrant golden duck is covered with rain. This feeling is all unspoken.Three Poems on Light Rain
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Fan
The clouds are so deep that the mountains cannot be seen, and the rain is so dense that it still covers the trees.
Meeting each other means missing each other, and missing each other means resting.
Mo Yuer sent Huang Renbo back to Fengcheng, when Renbo let his concubine return home
Year: Yuan Author: Zhang Zhu
Zhengzhou, Chuxiang In the evening of autumn, Gu Hong flew over Nanpu. The peach leaves are melancholy when we come together, but the spring is gone first. Sad place. Asking about Qu Langan, I once heard someone whisper. Tonight is the hardest. Towards the maple tree creek bridge, the reed flower wild pavilion, and the candles lying down to listen to the rain. Wu Shuang's temples, how can the west wind protect the broken hat? Every trace is a departure. The old feelings are cold and the new sorrow is heavy, and the poem score of falling whip is always paid. Please remember. Waiting for the snowy night, lovesickness takes advantage of Chaigang Road. Sing to you and me. The important part is accompanied by the car, light to call for wine, heavy to the national fragrance.
You held an umbrella and walked through the misty alleys, walking through the comings and goings of people, and ended up wandering in the poem, aestheticizing a thousand years of sadness;
You held a fan and walked through my poems, free. In the moonlight of Luzhou, poetry is brewing in the sentences, and the loneliness of the years is gone;
You walked past me with tears, your heart was broken in the dark of the night, ripples rippled in your heart, and you were intoxicated by the gorgeous neon clothes. ;
You walked gracefully in the fireworks gallery, stained with tortuous thoughts, memories were supported in the rain, and you deepened the desolation in the wind.