It is gray, but transparent; It contains a silent expectation. From the clouds, I don't know where, there came a clear birdsong "Rain Scene"-Zhu Xiang's "Rain"-Yi Tong's "Zero Rain"-Hung Hung, Chen Yuwen/Yi Tong's fate is that the original clouds in the lonely sky, after several generations of vicissitudes, have gathered into intermittent rain. The drizzle wet some memories. In order to get wet, I said I forgot to bring my rain gear. The pouring rain is the catharsis of lightning love. With the roar of tripterygium wilfordii Dian Mu, the hard and bright rain line was unjustly pushed down, like crystal ice pulled by tree roots. A rain indicates the old and the new. At first, all cowardice was washed under the eaves, pouring down your resentment, opening the umbrella of my soul, lowering my posture and letting it wash away all my happy and painful memories. Four winds said that rain is a tear in the sky, hitting the end of the glass with a flowing streamline, looking for the destination of falling, looking for a moist heart in the gap, and suddenly wanting to evaporate from the memory, so he opened his heart and looked forward to the sunrise and five rains. Interrupted by the frog, the stream caressed its toes and licked it carefully. I like the smell of earth after rain. The drunken rain fluttering with roots gave the world a cool and enjoyable raindrop. The whole meaning lies in the clear moonlight, like a rippling ripple from a spring, watching the news of real life and removing the frost! My brother, who comes from the dark and horrible forest (where beauty often happens), proudly joined the crying swan brigade to attend the funeral for angels. We have no choice but to mourn for beauty. Delicate tears and elegant elegy fall from the highest voice of the sacred bird, staring at the quiet and helpless harmony of peaceful sleep ... (Occasionally naughty whitebait spits out a string of blisters and explodes into pearls, but because it is too small, suddenly (not a moment earlier, not a moment later) you feed a mouthful of blood to the forehead of the fairy bird, and thousands of red dragonflies fall on the feathers as white as water lilies, and the pale green moonlight is filled with rosy glow. We smiled and our white clothes fluttered. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =. The cold feeling crept into your heart and awakened the softness curled up in the deepest place. Suddenly there is a feeling of listening to the rain. Look, the raindrops on the windowsill are about to beat, and my heart is suddenly imprisoned. Do you really want to use your life to make elves dance around the window lattice? However, the rain didn't stop because of my criticism. What a happy dancer! Some of them came to me naughtily. Maybe they also feel my unhappiness and want to brush away those long-forgotten yin fires with their bodies. Yes, I read the taste of happiness. After all, the happiness that can penetrate the soul most is bought with a complete body. Many times I am. I feel that my happiness all my life is not as good as that of a drop of rain = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Walking in rainy days is like fun run, ethereal and touching. Under the tree, it is not a good place to shelter from the rain, but it looks very high; Under the umbrella, I can't touch the temperature of the rain, but I have a low dream.
Reaching out, a drop of rain fell on my palm, and I held it in front of my eyes. It's too small. My hand was very cold, so I decided to release it before it turned into ice crystals.
I turned my hand, but the raindrops followed my arm. I put down my umbrella, but no more rain fell on my hands. Why is it just this rain? Rain, not much.
It rained again yesterday. Many raindrops fell on the window, making a clear sound. I seem to see another raindrop. When I was gliding freely, I landed on the window with my own life and the shackles brought by other raindrops
There was a strong bombardment in my heart, and I was confused at present. Why is there competition? Less rain, less bondage, isn't it? Don't, life should be competition, is bound? Take a deep breath and open the window. At this time, what falls is no longer tiny raindrops, but my high hopes and low dreams.
Raindrops fell on my hands again. Don't rain Author: Shu Ting I really want to open the car door, run to your side and cry on your shoulder: "I can't help it, I really can't help it!" I really want to hold your hand and escape to the sky and fields in Chuqing, without flinching or looking back. I really want to gather all my tenderness, so that you can finally wake up with a look that can't be appealed. I really want to, really want to ... my pain has turned into sadness. I can't think enough and I can't speak.
2. Children's Poems about Rain Little raindrops Naughty little raindrops jumped from the clouds one after another and were kicked off the roof. Poor little raindrops fell from the roof one after another and landed on the leaves. It is raining. 1 falling from the sky scared away pedestrians on the road. Why did Aunt Yun come to my house crying? It prevents me from going fishing and playing with water. It made me a drowned rat, a TV kid, and lost my father's rain. 1 Like a delicious juice tree, flowers like to drink it with their mouths open, so that it can grow up quickly. Can you sew me a transparent dress like a needle? The rain hit me bit by bit like a mosquito bite, like many small needles, and then attacked me. Xiaoyu flies by plane.
Go all over the world. Once you reach your destination, you don't need to jump with an umbrella.
3. An ancient poem about children's life and two poems about "rain" are children's poems.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. There is a poem about rain in 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. "Spring is the season when everything germinates and grows, and it is also the season when rain is badly needed.
But spring rain is as expensive as oil and it rains in spring. Isn't it "good rain" ! A word "good" fully shows the author's happy mood when he sees the spring floating down. Three or four sentences spring rain comes with the breeze at night, quietly moistening everything, writing the role of spring rain, with delicate pen and ink.
In the last two sentences, I saw the flowers in Chengdu, and the early morning Jincheng was ruddy under the nourishment of the spring rain. Flowers are heavy because they are full of rain, and the feelings I write are also very profound. There is no word "hi" in the whole poem, but the joy is beyond words.
Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain": "The rain in Tianjie is crisp and the grass is far and near. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the willow. "
The poet praises Xiaoyu with full passion, sees the big from the small, and combines reason and emotion in the landscape. Comparing "Xiaoyu" to the first mature crisp wine, it tastes sweet, smooth and moist, even the grass is stained with rain and dew. The grass in the drizzle is slightly green, but it is green in the distance.
In the end, it boils down to "the benefits of a spring", which can't even compare with the scenery of the Forbidden City. The scenery in early spring is described delicately and vividly.
Once upon a time, on the road, it rained heavily for three days on the night of July 25, and Qiu Miao took Sue and said happily, "The sun turned into rain overnight, and I dreamed of cooling my clothes. Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream.
Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the leaves of Wu Gengtong are the best sounds. There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field. "
After a long drought, I was ecstatic, even my clothes and bed were wet, expressing the poet's love for rain and concern for people's livelihood. Su Shi's "Rainstorm in Youmeitang": "When the tourists thundered, the clouds could not turn.
In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou. It's very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks knock on the cause and effect drum.
I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace. The whole poem vividly describes the scene before and after the storm: thunder roared, dark clouds were gathering, black wind fell from the sky, and the sea stood up for it, showing its fierceness; The storm fluttered with the wind and crossed the river from eastern Zhejiang, showing its swiftness.
The lake and the sea are rising, the thunder is sonorous, and the poet's talent is also urged by the storm. Qin Guan's "Spring Day": "The light thunder fell all over the night, and the tiles were uneven.
Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches. "Write a light thunder, the spring rain is falling.
After the rain, in Chuqing, the sun seemed to float between the blue tiles that had just been washed by the rain. After the spring rain, peony is tearful and affectionate; Rose is lying on her back, which is very charming.
Although he mainly wrote about the scenery after the rain, he revealed his praise for the moisturizing power of the spring rain. In addition to poems about rain, there are also many sentences describing rain and scenery in rain in other poems of the ancients: "Clouds are like smoke, and dense rain is like silk."
(gold? ; Zhang Xie's Ten Miscellaneous Poems describes the rain as dense as scattered silk thread. "The residual rainbow collects rain, and there is no new flow on the shore."
("Southern Dynasties Chen? ; Zhang wrote in "Boating on the Back Lake" that at the beginning of the summer shower, the rainbow broke on the horizon, and the rising lake water flowed out of the gap to form a new flow. "Wet peach blossom rain, blowing face is not cold. "
(Tang? ; The drizzle in the apricot blossom season will deeply wet the clothes; The breeze blowing willow branches makes people feel warm and sweet, and the poet makes people feel Zen. "See you in Xiaoyutang, and you will understand better" (Tang? ; Du Mei's "Qiu Si") is slightly rainy, and the pond in the rain is full of artistic conception; The good wind blows and the sleeves are warm.
"The rain is steep and the clouds are low." (Tang? ; Dai Shulun's Sulingyan Temple describes the mountain scenery that the poet saw on the mountain road of Lingyan Temple (located at the northern foot of Yangshan Yang Tai in Changqing County, Jinan suburb) in the rain.
"Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence." (Tang? ; Liu Changqing's "Don't Say a Poetry Garden") drizzle wet clothes, does not show its shape; Idle flowers fall to the ground, but their voices are not seen, which can be described in detail.
"Fish comes out in the drizzle, and Yan is inclined in the breeze." (Tang? ; Du Fu's "Two Water Sills") Only when it rains in Mao Mao, the fish will float, and it will not come out when it rains heavily; Only the "breeze" makes the swallow oblique. If the wind is also down, it won't fly.
Observing the scenery in the breeze and drizzle is full of interest. "The rain in thousands of feet shakes the bottom of the river, and the bamboo in the court shakes a window in autumn."
(Tang? ; Du Xunhe's "Leaving a Topic for Zhang Tingxia" makes the scenery interesting by comparing the falling rain with the fluttering sound. "After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke."
(Tang? ; Zhang said that willow branches bring rain, branches and leaves gain weight, and the pine color is deep in the misty rain. "Spring tides bring rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild."
(Tang? ; Wei Wu Ying's "Xixi on Chuzhou") Spring tides surge, the rain suddenly rises, pedestrians disappear, and boating is horizontal, which shows the beauty of boating. "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and the grass pond is full of flowers."
(Song? ; Zhao Shixiu's "You Yue" depicts the idyllic scenery of Huangmei in the south of the Yangtze River with rainy days and frogs everywhere. "Outside the forest in the spring rain, the apricot blossoms are numerous on the first day of the house."
(Song? ; Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Jia") Pigeons sound sweet in the distance, and apricot flowers reflect the sun nearby. The movements are appropriate, and the sound and sound set each other off, showing the beautiful spring scenery of farmers in the south of the Yangtze River. "The earth is frequently urged by rain, and thousands of flowers are in bloom."
(Song? ; Spring Breeze and Spring Rain, one of the idyllic scenes of the four seasons in Fan Chengda, moistens the earth, plants sprout and flowers bloom, weaving into a vibrant spring scene. "Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats" (Song? ; Su Shi's "Five Exquisites of Drunk Books in Wanghulou on June 27th" wrote: Dark clouds are rolling ink, and summer shower clouds have not yet covered the mountain, but raindrops like pearls are also hitting the cabin.
"The wind is like a mountain, and the rain is like a river." (Song? ; Lu you wrote the trend of the wind and rain.
"It's thundering, and rain is coming." (Ming? ; Li Panlong's "Yangguangshan Road") Thunder roared like a thousand peaks; The rain is pouring down and the smoke clouds are rolling, like thousands of peaks coming head-on, writing the momentum of thunderstorms.
4. Children's Rain Poems: Primitive Rain in Four Seasons
Rippling with different moods
spring rain
Send out a little emotion.
Give off vitality
After the rain, birds sing and flowers smell.
Yu Xia
Pour out one feeling after another.
Pour out happiness
Bright sunshine poured out after the rain.
autumn rain
I feel a little depressed.
Dripping and refreshing
Fall in a good mood after the rain
Winter rain
Say your mood sentence by sentence.
Say warm
Talking about the warmth of spring after rain
I wrote it in elementary school. It looks good. I'll accept it if I can. Rhyme.
5. A modern children's poem about rain: Zhu
Summer rain is coming,
It took away the dryness,
It gives off moisture.
Summer rain is coming,
It takes away boredom,
Shed a refreshing stream.
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Zhu Yuji Xing
What is spring rain? It is the messenger of spring.
What is summer rain? It is the water source for irrigating farmland.
What is autumn rain? This is the joy of labor harvest,
What is winter rain? It is the cradle of seedlings in the coming year.
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Yu Yu Ronan
Chunyu is a good boy, watering the grass and peaches.
Yu Xia is also a good boy, nourishing the earth and bringing the breeze.
Autumn rain is an annoying child, wetting the rice and making the farmer's uncle stamp his feet.
Winter rain is a bad boy, with snowflakes floating, and everyone is too cold to go out.
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Yu Zhang zhen
Chunyu is a good mother, let the seed babies drink milk and grow up quickly.
Yu Xia is a two-faced man. Sometimes he smiles, and sometimes he flies into a rage, which makes people hate him.
Yu Qiu is a fairy. She waved her fairy wand and let the baby with green leaves fly to her mother's arms.
Dong Yu, a native of Frozen, has a cold heart, which makes us all afraid. Ah! Rain, I will let you later.
6. Are there any ancient poems about rain, children, stars and night? There are two groups of people on this tower. The town ends here and the wilderness begins here. Our longing is as far as the ocean or the sky.
The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall. We can't see anything beyond 300 miles, except vague Woods and mountains, and there are nine rivers winding in our stomachs.
* * * Come to Baiyue tattoo, don't even want a letter, let's keep in touch with home. -Han Yu's "Deng Longzhou Tower Send Zhang Ting to Seal Four States" Spring comes to know that the rainy season is good.
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. -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" thousands of miles away, the flowers are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Tang Du Fu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju" It rained in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Don Mutu's Tomb-Sweeping Day, with big strings humming like rain and small strings whispering like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip.