Poems about love in the spring rain 1. Ancient poems about love in spring
In the spring morning, I woke up carefree. Birds sang everywhere around me, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. That ancient poem about spring, Jasper dressed up as a tree and hung 10 thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu), an ancient poem describing spring, knows the rainy season when spring comes. The wind sneaked into the night and everything was silent. The wild path is very dark. Ships on the river are full of fire. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguan City are heavy. The ancient poem describing spring (Wang Wei) is that people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. The moon came out, the birds started up and the spring water gurgled. The ancient poem describes that spring (Du Mu) is clear and rainy, and pedestrians on the road are dying. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. The ancient poem describing spring is Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple. Peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom. I don't know where to ask for help in spring. The ancient poem describing spring is Late Spring (Han Yu). The grass tree knows that spring will come back soon and there are all kinds of flowers everywhere. Young flower elm pod has no talent, but it can only solve the problem of heavy snow all over the sky. Ancient poems describing spring appeared in early spring as a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs (Han Yu). The street is drizzly and crisp in autumn, but the grass is not close from a distance. The most important thing is the benefits of spring in a year. It's better than a city full of smoke and willow. Ancient poems describe spring, when it rains and willows shine, and residual flowers fall to see warblers. The spring breeze blew out the dream of my hometown overnight and brought it to Los Angeles. The ancient poem describing spring is called Chengnan Zhuang (Cuihu). Last year, today, peach blossoms set each other off in this door. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze. The ancient poem describing spring is a quatrain (Du Fu). The flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant. Swallows fly in the mud and Yuanyang sleeps in the sand. An ancient poem describing spring (Du Fu) Huang Si's maiden flowers are full of flowers, but thousands of flowers are low. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming songbirds just crow. * In the poem, spring is 1. It's good to know the rainy season.
(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 2. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Ancient Grass. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn.
(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 4. But how much affection does an inch of grass have? (Meng Jiao: Ode to a Wanderer) 5. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
(Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao) 6. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
(Wang Wei: Acacia) 7. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
(Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems)) 9. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He: Singing Willow) 10. Spring garden can't be closed, an apricot goes out of the wall.
(Ye Shaoweng: It's not worthwhile to visit the park) 1 1. Why do Qiang people blame Liu Shu? Spring breeze is not enough. (Wang Zhihuan: Liangzhou Ci) 12. Spring tides bring rain late and come in a hurry, and there is no boat to cross the wild.
(Wei: Xixi on Chuzhou) 13. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei watching bird flow) 14. Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.
(Du Fu's Eight Guards for Chu Shi) 15. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and the willows are oblique. Cold food of Han Yi 16. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
(Li Shangyin: Untitled) 17. My friend's prince, what does it matter if spring is over and you are still here? . (Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei) 18. I have no desire for spring, and everyone is jealous.
Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains. (Lu You: Operator Bu) 19. In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. (Han Yuefu: Long song) 20. The Yellow Pagoda faces the river in the east, and the spring breeze is lazy and sleepy (Du Fu: Looking for Flowers Alone by the River) 2 1. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. (Han Yu, Eighteen Ministers and Foreign Ministers of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring) 22. At sunrise, the river is more red than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
(Bai Juyi: Recalling Jiangnan) 23. There is little frost in the evening, and the vegetation knows in the spring. (Zhang Wei's Encounter in beginning of spring) 24. But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.
(Li Bai's "Drinking the Moon Alone") 25. But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset. (Liu Changqing's Farewell to Fifty-one South Crossing) 26. Snow is too late for spring, dressed as flying flowers.
(Chun Xue by Han Yu) When will the swallow fly back? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. -Xu Fu's "You Chun Hu" Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
-Su Shi's "Spring Night" is easy to know the east wind, and colorful is always spring. -Zhu's "Spring Day" The grass tree knows that spring is coming back, and there are all kinds of red and purple struggles.
-Han Yu "Late Spring").
2. What poems describe spring and love?
1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th Day of the First Month of Jiang"
2, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever. _ _ _ _ Five Farewell Poems by Yuan Zhen (4)
3, linglong dice Ann red beans, bone acacia know. _ _ _ _ Two Wennan Gezi/New Poems
4. I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss home. _ _ _ _ Li Chi Ngai's "Operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River"
5. I hope to be single-minded and never give up. _ _ _ _ Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"
6. If you don't miss life, you will miss it and you will miss it. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's "Gui Ling Chun Qing"
7, the mountain has no mausoleum, and the river is exhausted. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens! _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Thank you"
8. Come into my lovesick door and know that I miss you. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "357 words/autumn wind words"
9. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, sooner or later. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Queqiao Fairy Qiao Yun
10, ask the world, what is love, teach life and death? _ _ _ _ Yuan Haowen's Touching Fish, Ci/Mai Beitang "
3. Spring Rain Poems
First of all, "a prune, rain, pear, deep door"
Yin Mingtang
When the rain hits the pear, it closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are charming, and the moon is charming.
Sorrow gathers eyebrows, and a thousand tears mark ten thousand tears marks. See the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. When I walk, I miss you; Even when I am sitting, I miss you.
Close the door and listen to the sound of the rain beating pear blossoms through the window, thus failing to live up to youth and wasting it. Even if you have a cheerful mood, who can you share it with? Under the flower, I feel dejected, under the moon, I feel dejected. All day, I frowned like Dai Feng, leaving thousands of tears on my face. I watch the clouds from morning till night. I miss you when I walk and miss you when I sit!
Second, "Meet Lin Huan Hua Xie Chun Hong"
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.
Colorful flowers fade in an instant, and spring comes too hastily. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night? The rainy forest flowers are so charming that they drop like the tears of a beautiful woman. Flowers and people who love flowers are attached. When can we meet again? There are too many regrets in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.
4. Poems about Spring Rain
Jiang Yu is decadent, Qi Shan is empty and rainy, and the rain comes strangely. The whole building is raining, but it's raining all over the sky. But the night rain lies in the middle of the night listening to the storm and rain, and you Yan Bai Yuzhu jumps off the boat. It's nice to know that it has been raining in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but now I remember that night, the storm, pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three before the rainy mountain. Cold rain enters Wu
In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away. Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy.
Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains. Yu Meiren? Listening to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang.
In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.
Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low. After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.
There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk.
This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.
A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.
In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall down her sad white face, pear blossoms bring spring rain and hate clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain.
-Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. If you ask how much free time you have.
Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.
Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. Spring and Budze have flowers and beautiful flowers, and everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"The most beneficial spring of the year is better than the smoke willow pouring into the imperial capital"-Tang Hanyu's "Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.
-Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty. -Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring.
-Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild. Wei's Xixi Going to Chuzhou describes an ancient poem in summer. Lotus leaves meet the sky, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, reflecting a different kind of sunshine. Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple sends the forest to the forest. When it rains in Huangmei, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao's Inviting guests. Why do you hate Fang Fei when he leaves? The trees in summer are gloomy and pleasant. Summer is new in the sound of cuckoo —— Poems describing autumn in the early Song Dynasty and famous sentences describing autumn: Lonely sunset, autumn water and sky are the same color —— Tang farewell preface, autumn Deng Hongfu knees. When I faced them from this villa, drinking my wine-Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Secretary of Xuanzhou Villa in August", the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "Caotang was blown by autumn wind", red candles painted a cold screen, and small fans brushed fireflies. It's as cool as water day and night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. Cold Smoke on the Waves —— Song Zhongyan's Su Mu House, an ancient poem describing winter. Just like the spring wind blowing at night, Snow White's Song of Farewell to the Field blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and Wu's Home scatters salt in the air, but if the catkins are blown by the wind.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking goes to the West Chamber alone, and the bright moon is like a hook-Li Yu's Meet You, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling The Plug was written by a man.