Bodhisattva Man Author: Wei Zhuang (Tang)
Everyone says that the south of the Yangtze River is good, and tourists only join the south of the Yangtze River to get old. Spring water is clear green than the sky is green, visitors can listen to the rain on the boat on the boat to sleep. The women who sell liquor in Jiangnan restaurant are very beautiful, and the arms exposed while selling the liquor are white as snow. When the time is not declining, do not return home, back home must be sad to the pole.
the spring rain in Lin' an is the first time to travel on the land.
The world has been as thin as gauze for years, who makes riders in Beijing?
the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming dynasty.
the short paper is raking in the grass, and the fine milk in the sunny window plays with the tea.
don't sigh over the dust in plain clothes, it's still clear enough to get home.
After drinking Chu Qing on the lake, it rained. Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
if you want to compare the west lake to the west lake, it is always appropriate to make up lightly and heavily.
Shouyangqu Xiaoxiang Night Rain Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty | Author: Ma Zhiyuan fishing lights dim, guests dream back.
it's heartbreaking.
Wan Li, the home of the lonely boat, is a few lines away from people to clear tears.
Spring Rain Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Shangyin, I am lying in a white-lined coat while the spring approaches, but am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be.
there are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.
the long road ahead will be full of new hardship, the lingering clouds are still vaguely dreamy.
oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings!, I watch a lonely wild goose in three thousand miles of cloud.
Shizhou cited thin rain to collect cold epigraph name: Shizhou cited | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: He Zhu collected cold in thin rain, and the oblique photos cleared up, and the spring was empty. Liu Bei, the pavilion, is yellow, leaning on Wendy Ma people to fold first. Smoke and water are everywhere, reflecting a few times to return to Hong, and pingsha sells all the dragons and snows.
it's just the right time to go through the customs. Will be sent. Painting the floor and fragrant wine, red tears and clear songs, will become a light farewell.
looking back on the past years, there is no sound and dust. If you want to know your heart, what's the new worry of * *? Bananas don't spread lilac knots. Haggard for a long time, two people are tired of romantic affairs.
The epigraph name of Sauvignon Blanc Rain: Sauvignon Blanc | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Wansi Yong makes a sound, one more watch. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite.
it's hard to dream and hate. People who don't care don't like to listen, and the empty steps drop to the light.
Spring Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Qin Guan's light thunder fell all over the night, and Ji's light floating tiles were uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears, but weak rose lies in the branches.
Two Dynasties in which it rained on the stream: Tang Dynasty | Author: Cui Daorong's feet reeled back to the pond, and wild birds could not afford to fly. If you don't have time to plough and fish, Akita is expected to drip.
sit and watch the dark clouds raining hard, and spray the mountain before it is sunny. Suddenly, there was a cloud and rain on my head, but it was the night before the mountain.
Four Wonders Rainy Season Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: The wind in the suburbs of Liu Chenweng chased the residual snow, and the stream in Aoxi sent it to break the ice. The urchin pointed to the geese in the clouds. When did the mountain flowers bloom here?
Yu Jie Xing Ye Yu epigraph name: Yu Jie Xing | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Zhao Changqing was helpless when he came late. See the red leaves and dance with the wind. The saddle is still deep in the mountains, and after dusk, it is not emotional. Come first and leave hate, but we can't fight, and the weather is still miserable. Clouds come and go after the wind lives. Pretend to make some rain. Sleepless holds the first pair of solitary lights, and who should I pay for it? Never worry, scared to death, this degree is difficult to bear.
A beautiful sentence describing the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River
Rain is sprinkled on the river, and the calm water surface ripples. The clever little fish jumped and set off a spray, as if to suck the crystal raindrops; Rain, seeping into the soil, the wheat seedlings are spreading green leaves and shining with rain and dew, which are really as green as willow branches; The grass woke up, stretched itself out, and got out of the ground with the breath of spring ...
The rain on Tianshan Mountain is unusual, which lasts for two or three days, like ox hair, like embroidery needle, like fine thread, and it was woven in a dense diagonal way, and she was dressed in a new green suit.
the spring rain is still so dense and unhurried. This is like the tip of a needle, like the hair of an ox, and the rain drops from the air, as if to cover the heaven and earth with a layer of transparent gauze, making everything look hazy, as if being in a dreamlike fairy tale world.
On the street, the wet road is like a sparkling river. Colorful umbrellas supported by people in the street are like little petals floating on the water. Occasionally passing vehicles are like boats shuttling in the water waves. The streets are bustling with pedestrians, but there are also children's hearty laughter when they see the spring rain.
Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood. Come after a long drought, no matter in whose eyes, it is a beauty; Who doesn't get upset when the rain is raining and the embankment is flooded?
in the early morning, the rain was quietly sprinkled, and the earth was gently covered with a layer of transparent gauze. At this time, as long as you close your eyes and listen carefully, you will hear a thin "rustling" sound, which is the sound made by Miss Chun stepping on leaves and coming to us. Raindrops are her gifts to the earth. In the distance, the house is hazy, but nearby, the plants are particularly green under the drizzle, which reminds me of the scene of "moistening things silently", and I enjoy this quietness and depth alone.
Chunyu came to the earth with a paintbrush like a naughty little pump girl. Look-the peach blossom is dyed pink by the brush; Rape flowers make the brush yellow; Grass and green leaves are dyed green; Miss Chun also dyed butterflies with a paintbrush ... Ah! It turns out that spring rain is colorful!
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock the reinforced concrete building. Wawu, on the other hand, has raindrops on it, tinkling and immediately playing a pleasant sound. People living in the hut also have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is passionate, like Ma Benteng. The rain slows down, and the sound weakens, and it seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. Tiles seem to be specially designed for rain. They play dutifully, which makes people's hearts gush with endless affection. < P > Miss Chun quietly leaves. The sky and the earth gradually became clear and clear under the intermittent watering of the spring rain girl. The air was particularly fresh, and I couldn't smell the thick smell of automobile emissions, the heavy smell of barbecue garbage, and the fragrance of flowers.
I took my lovely little umbrella and walked out of the house. The air is exceptionally fresh, and pedestrians on the road are already in a hurry. People who do morning exercises are bathed in spring rain, and the rain washes away their drowsiness. Like children, the old man was closed at home for a winter. Hearing the footsteps of spring rain, he happily took a small umbrella and walked in the rain.
listen! The rain fell on the roof "tick-tock", just like percussion. When the rain falls to the pond, it sings "Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin Tintin" Tintin Water, dancing like a water girl.
Chun Yu, like a fairy, traveled all over Xiaoxing 'an Mountains. Spring rain flies over distant forests and cities like an angel; Spring rain is like a little pump girl, with a strong vitality.
Spring rain is different from the downpour of summer rain; Different from the dullness of autumn rain, it is more different from the coldness of winter rain. Spring rain is like silk, fog, smoke and tide. Through the spring rain, everything in the world is like a freehand painting, faintly and faintly.
The drizzle in Mao Mao flew down from the sky, like graceful fog, wetting the green morning in spring and moistening the buds spit out by willow branches.
The sparkling spring rain, like a group of naive and romantic dolls, gathered in the sky and frolicked down, making baby, jumping into the arms of Mother Earth.
Spring rain is full of hope. It attracts swallows, larks, magpies, cuckoos and bees and butterflies. In the pattering of spring rain, birds are singing and bees are dancing in butterflies. It will sweep away the desolation in winter and bring a vibrant new year.
Some dying plants are very thirsty. How much they want a drink of water. When they were all thirsty, Miss Chunyu scattered the sweet rain and dew she brought with her to the earth. All the plants who drank enough water were full of energy and said excitedly, "Thank you, Miss Chunyu!" Spring rain girl saw their happy appearance and smiled knowingly. It was really "Spring rain is as expensive as oil"!
listen! The rain "ticks" on the roof, just like percussion. When the rain falls to the pond, it sings "ding ding ding", and there are small splashes on the water, like water girls dancing lightly?
The spring rain is raining, and the withered branches of the trees have a faint green color, and the rain drops down the tree tips, turning into a series of watery notes. The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets. The spring rain is raining heavily. It is gently awakening the earth, quietly taking away the cold, and slowly soothing the wounds of the trees in winter. The spring rain washed away the remnants of winter, and everything woke up under the blowing of the spring breeze and grew under the nourishment of the spring rain.
With the continuous spring rain, small drops of water floated on the petals of peach blossom, which were as delicate as rouge, kept rolling and gathering, and thousands of shining "pearls" appeared on the petals.
I watched with rapt attention, and the rain was falling. You see, the rain will become magic: for a while, it looks like cow hair, for a while, it looks like silk, and for a while, it looks like a broken bead ... This rain is as light as a fallen leaf, as thin as a needle tip, string by string, string by string, gently falling on the street and in people's hearts.
The spring rain is lingering, and it is a bit of a rush, as if it is the talk of the sky and wants to blend into the embrace of the earth. Those odds and ends of snow touched early before it landed. The broken snow hanging on the branches looked beautiful, like a painting. It slipped down with the rain and flowed around properly, between dark brown and light green and yellow, making this ancient city a landscape in the rain, lonely and beautiful.
The overflowing rivers overflow with red dust, slide down on the desolate plateau, roll down along the spirituality of water, pass through the eyes of music, and turn into dripping spring rain.
you see, the drizzle like cow hair is falling from the air, like a wisp of gauze floating in the air, how light and soft it is. A few swallows are flying in the air, chirping from time to time, as if they want to have their own tails to cut the rain curtain.
It's really not raining, it's dripping, not like it's raining, but like it's foggy, and the world in front of us is blocked in the rain like a pearl net. Looking into the distance, pedestrians in the streets and buildings are only left with a somewhat vague wheel corridor.
Without the liveliness and chic during the day, the rain at night is tender and impeccable, but it is also mysterious with a little bit of coldness. The silver rain shines straight on the ground, like silk, like Juan, like fog, like a dream. She makes me immerse myself in the realm of fantasy, imagining that the wonderful work of heaven has created such fine and bright silk threads, adding so much vitality to the earth.
The spring rain is the most beautiful and exquisite, just like the shy and charming chanting of a young girl; Spring rain is also the favorite of literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens", "The drizzle in the sky is silent" and "apricot blossoms and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River" are the praises of spring rain. And the dripping woman in Rain Lane probably came in the spring rain. Even fewer people like it.
I walked leisurely on the road, letting the raindrops hit my little umbrella, "crack, crack", "crack, crack". That sound is crisp and sweet, so nice! It's as if a small band descended from the sky and played spring music for me.
"It's raining like crisp in the sky". The thin spring rain always comes to you at a leisurely pace that sounds like silence. The sound of spring rain is rustling. At this time, I must hold my breath and concentrate on it. That kind of silence is like sound, and sound is more like silence. It plays a gentle and graceful music in your heart, which arouses the longing for love. It is not as warm and rough as summer rain, as dignified and contemplative as autumn rain, as natural and calm as winter rain. Spring rain is beautiful and charming.
With the spring rain, the wheat seedlings grow greener and the vegetables and flowers bloom more golden. In a criss-crossing field ditch, spring water is trickling. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.
I couldn't wait to rush into the rain, and found that the spring rain was as light and thin as spun silk. I can't hear the sound, and I can't feel the dripping rain. I only feel that this is like wet smoke, gently moistening the earth and people's hearts.
raindrops, like broken beads, drop by drop and fall on the puddles formed by rainwater. Spring rains have dyed the mountains green, the water green and the stone path green.
the spring rain is falling, with wisps of spring breeze. The spring rain is thin, dense and gray, and the houses with big trees and mountains in the distance are hazy, just like being immersed in a mist. Spring rain, like fog and non-fog, like line and non-line, like tangible and intangible ... Looking from a distance, the misty spring rain is like silk floating in mid-air. Looking closely, it is like petals sown by a goddess, dripping on trees and houses on the ground, and rustling sand falling on the green grass, thirsty for a winter, the earth opens its green mouth and greedily sucks the sweet rain.
It rained quietly, without a sound, and the glass window was covered with water drops. It was not an integrated pearl, but a scattered spirit. With a little bubble-like feelings, quietly delimit. Suspended but hazy through the window, unclear, not uniform, just inadvertently stirring the mood. Or quiet, or warm.
the spring rain is as thin as smoke, as thin as fog, and as complicated as a gust of wind! The whole world seems to be covered with a layer of white gauze, stick out your tongue, and you will never be grateful for her existence. Pieces of fertile soil in the field, wheat seedlings and root sprouts are all sucking the dew from heaven. This is milk, this is bread, this is the hope to support them upward, what a kind rain!
From a close look, the spring rain is like petals sown by a goddess, dripping on the trees and houses on the ground, and the rustling sand falls on the green grass. The thirsty earth opens its green mouth and greedily sucks the sweet rain.
Walking into Zhongshan Park, where the spring rain is continuous and the yarn is like pearls, the flowers are full of dew, and the trees are full of greenery. Tourists spread their little umbrellas with great interest. Through the rain curtain, I saw the colorful umbrellas moving in the spring rain like blossoming flowers in the rain.
It's raining hard, the outside world is hazy, and the raindrops are swirling in the air, like dancing dancers, performing beautiful dances. After dancing in the air, it fell to the ground with a click, floating from all directions like a silent ballad, melodious and melodious, from far and near, from near and far ...
Spring rain is as graceful and spontaneous as a young woman. It does not have the violence of summer rain, the sorrow of autumn rain, and the coldness of winter rain. It is so pure and light, euphemistic and implicit. More like a graceful Jiangnan talented woman, elegant and clean, elegant and not arrogant; Lingering, fresh and romantic; Full of love for life and everything in the world.
It's really not raining, it's dripping, not like it's raining, but like it's foggy, and the world in front of us is blocked in the rain like a pearl net. Looking into the distance, pedestrians in the streets and buildings are only left with a somewhat vague wheel corridor.
extended reading: beautiful sentences describing Jiangnan
The bluestone slabs in Jiangnan are small.