March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.
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. (June 27, Su Shi's "Drunk Book of Wanghu Building")
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
Wei's Dwelling House: Although the nobles are different, everyone has a camp when they go out. There is nothing to pull, so this seclusion. Rainy night is coming, I wonder if spring grass will grow. At dawn, birds are singing around the house, and when I am with Taoist dolls,
Or follow the firewood. Think of yourself as a bad person,
Who's Bo Rong Shi?
Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.