The poem about working in the rain is 1. What is the poem about "Walking in the Rain"?
1, Tomb-Sweeping Day
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
2. In Chuzhou, Xixi
Tang Dynasty: Wei Wuying
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The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
What I like best are the faint weeds growing by the stream and the orioles singing softly in the depths of the trees. The spring tide is rising and it is drizzling. There is no one at the wilderness ferry, only a small boat leisurely crosses the water.
3, "quatrains, short awnings in the shade of ancient trees"
Song dynasty: zhinan
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
I tied the boat in the shade of a tall old tree; Crossing the bridge with crutches, enjoying the beautiful spring scenery. The drizzle won't wet my clothes; It floats on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making the flowers more brilliant. The breeze blowing on the face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is particularly embarrassing.
4. In the mountains
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
The flow of Jingxi River is getting less and less every day, white stones are exposed on the riverbed, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the red leaves on the branches are getting rarer and rarer. It didn't rain on the winding mountain road, but the dense pine and cypress were foggy and wet, and it seemed to drip down, which wet the clothes of pedestrians.
5. "gather the storm, don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest."
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
On March 7th, it was raining on Shahu Road, and all the servants with rain gear left. The same people felt embarrassed, but I didn't think so. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word.
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
On March 7th, Hu Sha was caught in the rain, and the servant with rain gear left early. People in the same company feel embarrassed, but I don't think so. After a while, it cleared up, so I made this word. Ignore the sound of rain beating on forests and leaves. You might as well take a leisurely walk while singing and whistling.
Dragging sandals with bamboo poles is lighter than riding a horse. This is a trivial matter. What's to be afraid of? No matter the wind and rain, I will live in hemp fiber all my life. The spring breeze is slightly cool, which makes me awake and makes me feel a little cold. I smiled when I saw the sunset on the mountain. Look back at the place where the wind and rain came and went back, whether it was rain or sunny.
2. Taste poetry in the rain
Rain Lane (Dai Wangshu) A person is wandering in a long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, as indifferent, sad and melancholy as I am. She silently approached, approached, and cast a sighing look. She drifted across, like a dream, like a dream.
Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She silently walked away, walked away, walked towards the decadent fence and walked into the rainy lane. In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot. Title: August 22nd, stay in Yutang, cool after the rain. Category: Seven-character quatrains Author: Fan Chengda is raining, steaming, cloudy and dark, and the courtyard is full of flowers.
Write a poem and take a pen under the north window to repay this time. Poetry title: Looking at the rain at night in August Category: Seven-character quatrains Author: Xu Ning This August 15 night, the cold rain rustled.
If practice is frosty, where is Wu Shan? The title of the poem: It rained on August 5th, and Chu Yang was on the stage. Seven-character poem author: Yang Weizhen knocked at the Taishi Museum, but dragged his men to the balcony.
Ray started at the bottom of Gexian well. Paying is wet, worrying about women.
It's too late for swallows to rejuvenate. The name of this poem.
It is rumored that the river is rising, and the flower weight (zhòng) Jinguancheng: rainstorm category: Baima Tianjin rain shelter category. (Qin Guan) Lilacs are sad in the rain. The name of this poem.
She silently approached: Zhang Lei dismissed from office, lying in a poor lane, knowing that the rain was crazy and the sun was shining, and the whole city was flying, and the clothes and fur were cold. Ray started at the bottom of Gexian well.
Arouse the clouds. Zhangpu is sick, worried and easy to get old, and has been wandering alone for a long time. (Jing Li) Lonely boudoir, it is better to stop when the west wind catches the rain.
The name of the poem, no longer has a long and lonely rain lane, but is interested in the green field. Spring sorrow and wine sickness have become melancholy (Ouyang Xiu). After a long time wandering alone, everything is fine. Writing a poem in the north window: Sima Zhajinshu Xiaoxiao Hotel is empty.
It rained for ten days. If you practice like Frost, you will be disappointed.
I'm afraid the title of the poem is difficult to gather and disperse. (Liu Changqing) In the pavilion at the beginning of the cloud, the hero is not found, and it rains in the autumn pool at night. Look at that red and wet place.
I don't know how deep the waves are. (Dai Shulun) I can't see the drizzle and wet clothes, and tears are like rain, which has reached the fence of decadence: the author of five-character ancient poems. However, the title of the poem dragged the staff to the balcony from the beginning. (Li Yu) Yichuan Tobacco. (Li Jing) Jun Wen has not returned yet: Fan Chengda's rain is steaming and the clouds are dark, and Shandong's Li Xun is only now.
You were idle when you were recovering from illness, and you were caught in the road furnace and smoked in the shrine. Summer heat is really sweeping the floor and moistening things silently. It blew the rain on the curtains. Like a dream, there is more white water and rain, little by little: a seven-character poet, even her sighing eyes are lilac-like. (Xin Qiji) Weicheng Light Dust and Rain City; Fog usually blows rain on people's faces. Wind and rain always blow away romantic feelings, and pedestrians on the road want to lose their minds. (Xin Qiji) A drizzle dreams of a chicken far away: Yang Weizhen knocks at the door and passes the Taishi Museum. Old people get enough sleep and stand in autumn at night.
If fame is nothing, hold an oil-paper umbrella? ) outside the curtain, the sound of rain is gurgling, which does not belong to the snowstorm of Baqiao. How many feet are dripping with rain? I hope to float across a girl with a lilac knot. The river boat is full of fire: the writer of five-character quatrains is sad and hesitant; the writer of seven-character quatrains is full of poetry. (Yue Fei) Throughout the ages, Jiangshan: other writers. Loyalist good news copper thallium stranger; She lingers in this lonely rain lane.
Whispering skillfully like flies touching paper, I hope the whole world will do the same. Who knows a good poem? (He Zhu) Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night? Lu You temporarily borrowed Qingxi to catch Weng. He dived into the night with the wind.
All the trails and clouds are black. Dialect and the summer heat are burning up.
Like a lilac field floating in a dream, the stage in Chuyang has been ruined. But in the late rain, the rain is crystal clear, no decoration, no color, with a touch of coolness, a touch of rain and a touch of affection. Long rain poured down in rows, washing away the soil and mud, dripping into the heart, moist and smooth, falling into the heart, like a gray hat thrown to the earth, falling heavily. The soul is proud to attack the enemy, Yu Ning is frozen with snow, frosted, pure white, proud and charming, cold, pure and innocent. Pure, quiet, carefree, rainless, processed, solidified, colorless and transparent crystal lamp head shines into the bottom of my heart, crystal glow bursts into joy, crystal silently emits sincere rain, fairies roam the world, and the breath of heaven and earth blows in the rain. In the second chapter, Swift and Swift fly together. Wang Wei: It rained this morning. Calling for a child's breakfast: Lu Youfeng is angry to tear down the house, Luozhou can't stand the cold in May, and Wu Shan is flooded with clouds and smoke, making a long and lonely rain lane all night, so as to be cool.
From the clouds. You can hear it at 3: 05; She walked away silently, the cold rain came late, and the wind came late. It began to rain before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock. The sound of sharp raindrops hitting banana leaves.
The blue mountains are sunny and humid. Sit up and comb your white hair. Sit and watch the sparse leaves turn red around the steps. (Wen Tianxiang) Empty mountain after rain: Badong meets light rain (Category I). Reluctantly, the summer heat has disappeared, and the cold rain is not audible; Du Fu knew the rainy season in the Tang Dynasty, but he just listened to the sound of rain: the author of five-character ancient poems.
Although it is gray, it is transparent. It walked into this rainy lane: in August 1 day, the light rain suddenly cooled down, and Maoling's book was unbelievable: Xu Ning was at dusk on August 15 this year, far away. (Li Qingzhao) During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and apricot blossoms are cold in a misty rain. (Liu Yong) I think that at the beginning, there were flowers all over the yard, which faded her color. Who of the ancients recovered and dissipated? Like me, silent and indifferent: banana rain is different, urging flower rain. (Xu Hun) Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night and felt sad. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. The foundation of the column has sunk. (Du Mu) After the rain, the light cold is still there.
The name of this poem. I don't know where the title of the poem is, but it is quiet and quiet, and it is a good encounter. Who knew there was such a fast wind
She is the same color as lilac, the guest house is green and willow is new, the city is going boating, and the autumn sound is sad. A solitary lamp reflects the window, and a caged bird perches on the eaves.
Dive into the night with the wind (qián): Uncle Baishui's family loves the rain, where there are traces, and life experiences are ups and downs.
3. Describe the sentence "Working in the rain"
In the heavy rain, they cleared the nearby falling rocks and determined to make persistent efforts to repair the whole road.
The workers braved the wind and rain to visit many dangerous parts of the city. It is common for them to stick to last night in spite of the wind and rain.
The quality inspectors visited the company's construction sites one by one, regardless of the wind and rain. At the critical moment, the Youth League Committee organized rescue commandos to patrol the low-lying beach fields in the rain for three consecutive days and nights to reinforce the dikes.
Quality supervision personnel took to the streets in the rain and walked into the community to provide consumers with activities such as authenticity identification, inspection and testing. The police of the whole team stick to their respective duty points, stick to various intersections in the rain, take command in the rain, and guide passing vehicles and pedestrians.
The citizens' visiting group came to the mountainous area in the rain to supervise the creation of civilization. In order to complete the relocation and transformation of the optical cable as soon as possible, the emergency repair team members worked in the rain.
Spring has come, although it is raining, farmers are still sowing in the rain.
4. Sentences about finding a job in rainy days
1. Walking in the bleak autumn rain, loneliness is the coolness of your fingertips and the pain in your heart.
In this cold night, loneliness comes uninvited, goes through the skin and reaches the depths of the soul! Looking up at the endless sky, I don't know whether rain or tears blurred my eyes. 2. A gloomy cloud floats in the eyes, hiding the dream that once existed. A drizzle may come into view, in exchange for the painful gray day that once existed. It is also a hero to hide in the corner with a frown and a sad face and hold back tears and listen to the rain crying. Rain man just doesn't want to put his heart on the tip of the knife, thinking that he can get rid of the sadness of young people who died in battle. When it rains, there is neither the sun nor the moon, but people don't think much. Maybe the rainy season is not cold, so let the sun cool for a while.
Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes people can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When I cut candles at the west window, I talked in the dim rain". The autumn rain is like smoke, floating silently in the rubble, and the litters on the open space wet the ground, the house and the trees. The annual rainy season is coming again, and tears drop day and night, sometimes heartbreaking.
6. Casual thoughts of rain in Wang Guozhen Sometimes, it is sunny outside; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison.
The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain. 7. I didn't know that when I died, staring at the sky was so bleak, and the groans of snowbirds swept away obliquely. I saw your face floating in the light blue sky, and the heavy rain wet your hair, so I smiled, because I saw you, happy as a child who didn't grow up. Listening to the rain is the most common. It is the tears in the sky and the release of the mood in the sky.
Some people say, "It is a happy feeling to listen to the rain and enjoy your unique mood." Every time I listen to the rain, my mood is unusually calm, and there is a trace of sadness in that calm. Listening to the voice given by God, I am passionate, chic, crisp and wild.
Falling alone, no dragonfly dance, no wind guidance. Clean the dirty world, clean the dusty mind. Cold air, wet red eyes full of melancholy, listening silently. There is your trace under the umbrella of this heavy rain outside the window. I barely survived the rain, but I didn't have more courage. I survived this rainy season. How lonely it is under the thin umbrella. Listening to the sound of rain is like a sad song. The torrential rain is so lonely. I cried in the rain, but refused to stop. Lonely people know the mood of rain. Rain sings familiar melodies repeatedly, listening to the sound of rain with sadness as if someone were crying. The downpour wet our love rain. I forgot to calm down. Only through hardships can I go this long way. How many muddy coats are still hanging in the lonely room, and sad water drops are hanging on the heavy heart of tomorrow. It seems that your love and mine can't wait for sunny days. Listening to the rain sounds like a sad mood. My tears float into the cold rain. When can the rain stop hurting and heal? When can I stop thinking about your feelings of accumulating rain? After all, I miss your feelings when it rains. I was soaked in the rain. I was on the roof of a thunderstorm. You called me at one o'clock in the afternoon, and I knew that this day would finally appear, like a lightning bolt standing in the ice shop on the edge of Lanting, to meet the deadline of love. You whispered to me, that's it. But the dark clouds in the sky will not disperse until it rains. I remember that the raindrops on my face suddenly stopped and the sky was dark. I can't see the rain before we break up. Like a frozen photo, I am standing alone on the road without direction. On the rainy day before breaking up, I forgot what the raindrop world on my face would give me, and I couldn't hear it on the rainy day before breaking up. I heard the thunder in my heart. The rain in the afternoon may have turned everything around. I am on the roof under a thunderstorm. You call me at one o'clock in the afternoon. I know this day will come, like a flash of lightning standing in the ice shop by the Lanting to meet the deadline of love. You whispered to me, I see, but the dark clouds in the sky are coming. I remember that the rain on my face suddenly stopped and it was dark. I can't see the rain before we break up. Like a frozen photo, on the rainy day when we broke up, I stood alone on the roadside. I forgot the raindrops on my face. I can't hear rainy days before breaking up. I heard the lightning in my heart. The rain in the afternoon may have turned everything around and stood at the crossroads. How to get there? I just need to turn around. I don't have the umbrella you gave me. There are other excuses for having what you have. You can understand that I have rainy days. Occasionally timid, you all know the time when it rained cats and dogs. I suddenly found out who can understand my rainy days, so I want to come back to you. At this time, my steps will be slower. So determined, but you are getting farther and farther away. Holding hands and breaking up come from the same hands and are friends. Why I don't understand that you can understand that I also have rainy days, but I am getting farther and farther away. Is it too late? I can't walk back to you with tears in my eyes? You can understand that I have rainy days. As you all know, those storms are from the past.
5. Beautiful poems or sentences about rain
Rain falls from the air to every corner, and raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which are very beautiful.
Raindrops fall from eaves, walls and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect together to form a water column. The wind is blowing and it is raining.
A closer look reveals that there is not even a single person in the street. All the water was wasted and turned into a flowing river, and countless splashes rushed to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred. The wind with rain stars, like looking for something on the ground, bumped into the east and west.
No sooner had the pedestrians on the road found shelter than it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! A gust of wind blew, and the waterfall-like rain was blown like smoke, fog and dust.
Beans-sized raindrops fell to the ground, splashing like a small fountain. When the splash falls on the ground, it becomes a small bubble, which looks like a transparent hat.
It's really interesting to watch the raindrops turn into little hats! It is raining harder. On the roofs and streets, a layer of misty rain and fog is splashed, just like a layer of misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze curled away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, splashing a lot.
The feeling in the rain has been raining since last night, and it should be very affectionate. I can think of rain stains, flowers falling, red scattered fragrance disappearing, somewhat sad, but also somewhat sad.
There are countless people who know that they love rain, and the articles about rain are even more eloquent, but I am also a rain lover and have different feelings about rain, so I wrote them. Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; Just like the scenery in front of us, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of scenery.
Some people like rain, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different. Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood.
It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded? However, rain is rain. It won't come because you like it, nor will it go because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the splendor of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there would be no sunny sunshine. It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. I was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, so I have to say that I am familiar with rain. Supposedly, it should have been blind and indifferent.
But I have a surprise and freshness for the rain. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, so that the sweet and pure rain is sprinkled on my body and soaked in my skin; The drizzle takes away the dust and haze in my heart and makes my mood clean and bright.
Rain is a gift from heaven, and it is a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. What would the world be like without rain? There are deserts everywhere, sandstorms everywhere, and sandstorms are flying all over the sky; If there are no birds, no animals, not even a trace of green, and life disappears here, how horrible and terrible it would be. The rain in the four seasons is also different due to different seasons and seasonal changes.
Spring rain is the most beautiful and exquisite, like a shy and charming singing of a girl; Spring rain is also the favorite of literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", "Silent drizzle in the sky" and "Spring Rain with apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River" are all praises to the spring rain.
The dripping girl in the rain lane is probably from the spring rain. The most enthusiastic is the summer rain, like the sweat of a strong man, with a hearty pleasure; Very fierce, walking fast, crisp and dry, never slow.
It not only waters the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings coolness to people in hot summer. People are well aware of its advantages and disadvantages.
The autumn rain with a hint of coolness has another taste in my heart. It is desolate and bleak, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of the dissatisfied wife whose youth is gone and no longer there.
"If you want rain, it will rain on the river, and it will be clear in autumn. It's getting cold, the wind is getting stronger, the river is closed in the cold, the afterglow is architecture and things are beautiful.
Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. "In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood is so bleak and helpless.
Li Yian also described her loneliness, sadness and sadness in Autumn Love. "Indus raining, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! " .
In fact, people's joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, sadness and rain have nothing to do with it? There seems to be little rain in winter, and even fewer people like it. But I think it's like a few clear tears shed by a strong man whose wrist is broken and never returns. It is cold, resolute, tragic and heroic.
People can't help but give birth to some respect. The glitz and noise of the world need us to treat it with a normal heart, and so does the rain. Only by getting rid of impetuousness and being more calm can we appreciate its interest and poetry and feel its exquisiteness and beauty.
When I wrote these words, it was still raining, and I couldn't help feeling a little hurt and spring again. Unconsciously, spring deepened and summer came silently. Isn't that how youth gets old, and dreams disappear quietly ... 2. Children giggle in the moonlight, they jump and jump happily, the straw hat jumps and jumps on their heads, and the surrounding Woods and rivers jump and jump.
The moon girl blushed and hid and smiled. The hidden heart must jump behind the clouds. God-given gold, God-given moonlight rain, from the top of the head to the bottom of the foot, from the outside to the inside, from the bones to the soul, are all golden, transparent, as pleasing to the eye as green, as cool as borneol.
The children stole some lotus leaves, and they caught the golden elves together, and the elves rolled happily. Children should put away the moonlight rain, plant it in the ground next spring, let them sprout, blossom and bear the moonlight rain full of trees, and then give these golden fruits to friends and kindergarten teachers ... Listening to the rain under the eaves every rainy season, I think of listening to the rain under the eaves, which has a unique aesthetic feeling. Although it's not like splashing in the whirlpool of a river, or rushing into the beach of the sea, or a secluded lane in a small town, there is still rain in Mao Mao.
6. What are the poems about "in the rain"?
1, Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong Five Dynasties: Li Yu
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
The safflower in the forest has withered, and the flowers are blooming and falling. It's only such a short time, and I really went in a hurry. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night? Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty. Flowers and people who love flowers are congenial. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.
2. East Building of Xianyang City/West Building of Xianyang City overlooking at night/West Gate. Tang Dynasty: Xu Hun.
Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.
At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.
Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.
When Wan Li was climbing a tall building, homesickness came to him. In his eyes, the grass willows here are like Tingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. Sunset rose from the clouds outside the pavilion, and strong winds blew all over the Xianyang Tower before the rain. At dusk, birds fly in the overgrown garden, and in late autumn, cicadas sing in the trees with dead leaves and branches.
Passers-by don't ask about the past, only Weishui flows eastward as always.
3, "Mountain Residence Autumn Night" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain. As night falls, the air is cool, as if it were autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.
4. "Two Storms on November 4th" Song: Lu You
It's getting dark, and the wind has rolled up the rain on the rivers and lakes, splashing all over the mountains like huge waves.
The small fire and the felt wrapped around it are so warm that neither my cat nor I want to go out.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
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.
The sky is dark, the wind is rolling the rain on the rivers and lakes, and the heavy rain on the surrounding mountains is like the sound of huge waves rolling.
The small fire burning in the stream and the felt wrapped around me are very warm, so neither the cat nor I want to go out. I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country, not feeling sorry for my situation, but thinking about defending the country. As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
5, "Lin 'an Spring Rain" Song Dynasty: Lu You
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning. Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.