Poetry about praising rainy days 1. Poems praising the rain.
Rain-chanting poems are mostly related to the spring rain, which are classified as follows: entering Wu on an ancient cold and rainy night, seeing guests off alone.
Wang Changling's Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn flies like a dream, and the endless rain is as fine as sorrow. But now I still remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken.
Meng Haoran: In "Spring Dawn", you don't have to go home because there are green bamboo hats and green hemp fibers. Zhang: "Fishing Song" During the Qingming Festival, there were many rains, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die.
Du Mu: "Qingming" Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Send Two Ambassadors to Anxi" is sunny and rainy.
Su Shi: "Drinking Chuqing Lake, Rain" stained clothes to wet apricot flowers and rain, blowing cold willows. Zhinan monk's "Jueju" is in the 480 Temple in the Southern Dynasties, and there are many towers in the misty rain.
There are seven or eight stars in Du Mu's "Poems of Jiangnan Spring", and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock. Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" has broken mountains and rivers and experienced ups and downs in life.
Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang" asks that the return date is undecided, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Li Shangyin's Notes for a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night listened to the spring rain all night, and sold apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness.
Lu You's "The Spring Rain in Lin 'an Begins" Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind suddenly, and a deep sleep did not consume wine. Li Qingzhao's Dream is even more drizzly and dripping at dusk.
This time, what a sad sentence! Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound" Modern/Modern Rain Lane Author: Dai Wangshu walks alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is as sad as cloves and as fragrant as cloves. She was sad and sad in the rain. She lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold and sad as I am. What makes her sad is that she approaches silently. Take another breath. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and like lilacs floating in a dream. This girl drifted past me. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her color and fragrance disappeared. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, supported the oil-paper umbrella. A person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float across a girl with a lilac knot. Rain says-sing Zheng Chouyu for the children living on the land of China (Rain says: April has been waiting for a long time on the land.
) The long-awaited Putian and the long-awaited fish ponds and streams in the pasture When Pu Tian was frozen for a winter, the seed pasture was yellow and lost the trace of cattle and sheep. The fish pond is cold and shallow, and the stream is getting dumb. The rain says, I am coming, I am coming. I visited the soil in April, and I walked very lightly. My love weaves heaven and earth like silk thread. I call every child's nickname sweet and allow me to come. No thunder, no wind. When I am near, you may know, don't open the oil umbrella to resist me, don't close the doors and windows, put down the curtains, don't be busy wearing hemp fiber, and rush to wear a hat in the rain and say, I am a guest in April, with the baptism of spring. Why don't you lift your face and let me kiss you? Why don't you follow me? Follow in my footsteps. The soil in Pu Tian will be as wet as ointment. When I visit the pasture, I will send out new seedlings of honeysuckle around the pond, say hello to the fish and listen to the new laundry ballad. Rain said, I'm coming, and I'm far away. The mountains stand there and the sky is covered with white clouds. I used to be a fun-loving child like you. However, I am lucky. I grew up smiling in the white clouds first. I want to teach you to laugh bravely, don't you see? When I saw the wicker, it bent down. Shishi laughed when he saw it. The swallow saw me and smiled. The second thing is, I will teach you to laugh bravely when the flag sees me. As long as the flag is smiling, the sound of spring is there. As long as you laugh, the hope of the earth will rain. Say, I'm coming, and I won't go back when I come. When you laugh heartily, I will rest happily one day. Remember, when you are eating an apple and wiping your mouth, the sweetness in your mouth is my blessing. The fog in the afterglow of Shan Yu became thicker and thicker, and turned into a shower. People go deeper and deeper, and when they walk into Min 'anli, the road gets darker and darker, and it gets darker. At dusk, the ink scene composed of ink dots rises from the bottom of the valley. Is it a mountain in the rain or a pavilion in the mountain? Listen! Dense stands, deep in the trees, a bird turns an empty mountain into a sentence, waiting for you in the rain. In the rain, cicadas sink in the rain that makes rainbows, and frogs raise a pool of red lotus like red flames. It makes no difference whether you come or not in the rain. I think every lotus flower is like you, especially through dusk and this drizzle, waiting for you forever, instantly, forever, outside of time. In an instant, in eternity, if your hand is in my hand, if your fragrance is in my nostrils at this moment, I will say, sweetheart, this hand should pick lotus flowers. In the martial arts palace, this hand should shake the cinnamon pulp. In the Mulan boat, there is a star hanging from the cornice of the Science Museum, which looks like a Swiss watch and says it is seven o'clock. Suddenly, you are walking in the red lotus after the rain. You are like a poem. You come from a love story. From Jiang Baishi's words, you came to the rainy scene in Zhu Xiang. There are also many of my favorite rainy scenes: the pattering sound in front of the window when I dream back on a spring night; The sound of sharp raindrops hitting banana leaves; Fog usually blows rain on the face; Thunderstorms caused by lightning-but I like rainy days.
It is gray, but transparent; It contains a silent expectation. And from the clouds, I don't know where, there is a crisp bird song.
I like waiting for you in the rain best. I hope I can help you ~ ~ ~ Source: Du Niang's personal thinking.
2. Poems praising the rain
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
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. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)
Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.
3. Poems about rainy days
0 1, * * * Take a nap and listen to the autumn rain. It's light and cold. _ _ _ _ Zhu Yizun's Gui Dianqiu Thinking of the Past
02. When it rains in the lotus pond, it is autumn. _ _ _ _ Xiang Hongwei's Qing Ping Le, Cool on the Pool
03, drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence. _ _ _ _ Liu Changqing's "Don't Say a Poem"
04. It's raining outside the curtain, and the spring is fading. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's The Sand Waves Clap the Curtain and the Rain Ripps.
It rained in the middle of the night last night, and it was cool. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Partridge Sky, Forest Intermittent Mountain, Hidden Bamboo Wall
On the third night, the biting rain finally cleared up. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Night Crossing the Sea on June 20th
07, the chilling sound, the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest. _ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills"
08. Is this a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. _ _ _ _ The rain of Lu You's Jianmen Road
09, the night flowers are full of fragrance, and the night rain is drunk. _ _ _ _ Dou Shu's "Summer Cousin Nostalgia"
10, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. _ _ _ _ Zhang's "Fishing Songs, Egrets Fly in Front of the Cisse Mountain"
1 1, the roof dreams at five o'clock, and it rains in March at the bottom of the flower. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "On the Jade Pagoda, Spring Hate"
12, the autumn wind blows to Jiangcun, it is dusk, and the lonely phoenix tree doesn't open the door at night. _ _ _ _ Gu Cai's Meet You Happy Autumn Wind Blowing Jiangcun.
13, send wine to Chunchun in silence. It rained at dusk. _ _ _ _ Zhu's "Flowers Coming to Spring"
14, watching the clouds cover your eyes and homesick for raindrops. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Rainy Rain
15, the wind returns to the clouds and the rain breaks the Chu Qing, and the lake is warm. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's South Lake in Early Spring
16, spring leeks were cut in the night rain, and brown rice was cooked fresh in a special way. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Eight Guards for Chu Shi
17, wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. _ _ _ _ Mao Zedong's Operator Yongmei
18, drizzle and oblique wind created Han Xiao. Light smoke clears the beach. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Huanxisha Yuanfeng travels to Nanshan from Liu Shu in Sizhou" 20071February 24th.
19, cloudy with light rain. Return to the DPRK at dusk. _ _ _ _ Shi Xiaoyou's "Beautiful, cloudy, light rain"
4. Poems about rain
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet, and the wind is not cold. -Yinan monk "Jueju" Weicheng is also light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er to Anxi" Glacier is like a dream. -Lu You "The Storm on November 4" knows when it rains and when it happens in spring. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" has seven or eight stars, and it began to rain before two or three o'clock-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon", now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn is Clear and Rainy. It's rainy in the mountains. -Su Shi's "Drinking on the Lake and Chuqing" The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingdingyang, the mountains are empty after the rain, and the autumn colors are established at dusk" (Wang Wei: "Autumn colors in the mountains") There is no rain on the mountain roads, and the air is green and wet. I wonder how many flowers have been broken. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: Autumn in the Mountains) 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. It didn't rain on the mountain road, and my clothes were wet. (Wang Wei: In the Mountains) 5. Ma Tie Glacier is dreaming. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. A man named Wu sent his guests to Chushan on a cold rainy night. (Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. Weicheng was drenched, and the guest room was green and willow-colored. It's strange that the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake") The river and rain are decadent, the river and the mountains are rainy, and the rain is coming. It was raining all over the building, and Yun Lan was broken, but he said that the rain lay in the middle of the night listening to the wind, the sound of rain, the sound of rain, the white rain, and the beads jumped off the boat. It's good to know it's raining, but now I think of that night, the rainstorm in Qingming Festival, and it rained two or three o'clock before pedestrians wanted to die. Cold rain at night, Wu is a deserted place. Clouds are darkened by rain, the east of the stream is pale by fog, and the west is sunny but rainy. There is no wind and rain, no sunshine and no chilling sadness in my life. In the evening of Changting, the shower in the pavilion stopped dancing, but the wind kept blowing away. It was dusk when I arrived at the crown, and it was raining on the railing. There is no need to go back to the small building in the oblique wind and drizzle. A lamp on a bead curtain shakes my lonely heart and goes home. There are two red mansions facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the spring rain and the deep alley all night. Apricot flowers were sold in the Ming Dynasty. Before the angelica period, the rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. * * * When the candle is cut at the west window, it is said that it is late rain. Weicheng qingyucheng dust, guest house qingliu new, I went, Liu is yiyi; 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. Listening to the rain, Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, geese call the west wind when listening to the rain. Now, when listening to the rain, the monks are all down, and the stars are already on their temples. Emotions and sorrows are always ruthless, always dripping into the morning. Just don't forget that when we are away, the evening smoke and spring rain cross the Maple Bridge. Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low. After the rain, the grass falls in the sun and the apricot flowers are scattered, do you know? It should be that the phoenix tree is green, fat and red, and it is drizzling. At dusk, it drips bit by bit. This time, how can I get the phoenix tree? It will rain in the middle of the night. It is bitter to leave feelings. A leaf, with a sound, drops into the sky. Spring tides bring late rain, and there are no boats in the wild. I want apricot flowers to get wet in the rain and cold willows to blow in winter. Standing in the autumn evening. Cherish spring and urge flowers to rain. All day, tears poured down. At the end of the curtain, Shuang Yan returned in the drizzle. In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears are falling down her sad white face, and a pear flower hates clouds with rain. Jiangnan is still a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's "Eye-catching Lips" Butterflies both wear threshold dances, and the curtain rolls in the rain at night. -Mao Xizhen began to take a shower, everyone drank without emotion, and homesickness and Lanzhou urged him to send. Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, he was speechless and choked. Think about it, thousands of miles away, the twilight is heavy. Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and neglecting the clear autumn festival is even worse. Where did you wake up tonight, Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng and Canyue? After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. So it will be ignored. The city is full of wind, Huang Meiyu ... The wind and rain send spring home, and snow flies to welcome the spring. It is already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and there are beautiful flowers in Budeze, Yangchun. Everything is shining. ...................................................................................................... Tang Hanyu's "Eighteen Members of the Water Department in Early Spring" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and it is a duck prophet in spring water heating. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes of Hui Chong Riverside" is easy to know the east wind, and the colors are always spring. There is no horseshoe without shallow grass. -Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" startled the birds when the moon rose, and the spring flowed when it sounded. -Wang Wei Bird Watching Creek brings rain in the evening, and no one goes boating. -Wei Xixi Chuzhou, an ancient poem describing summer, Lotus leaves are infinitely blue and lotus flowers are of different colors.
5. Poems praising the rain
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
-a beautiful rural life, a leisurely and quiet mood. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Write your feelings about the wind and rain with touch instead of vision, so that Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. -Fresh and pleasant picture: 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many misty rains in Tadao.
-The hazy scenery in the south of the Yangtze River lies listening to the rainy night and the dream of the Iron Horse Glacier. -It's stormy, and I feel tragic. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain-Nightcrawler's anxiety exists, but I still remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were folded.
-Flowers bloom and fall, and spring goes and spring comes, which hurts the feeling of spring. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
Let it rain or shine, I am beautiful. It's cold and rainy, even at night, Wu, Fujian, and lonely ——————————— cold and sad, and suddenly it rained 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 green, fat and red. —— The sentimental street returning from the spring storm is drizzly and crisp in autumn, but the grass is growing in the distance.
The most important thing is that a spring is better than a willow-the beautiful and fresh early spring scenery is as light as a dream, and the continuous drizzle is as thin as sorrow. -Fantastic feeling.
Write beautiful sentences in an abstract way, cry for a long time, and the residual lamp goes out and lights up. Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.
Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless. The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window.
-don't describe its shape, just draw its voice, lined with residual light. It can be seen that the poet's melancholy is as cool as a brow hanging on the Liuwan, and the more he looks at the Zhongshan mirror. Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight.
Rain sets the peach blossom, I want to see its beauty and charm. The grass grows in Suxi Pavilion. Who will lean on when the east wind stops for twelve days? Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.
-peach blossoms are lined with rain, and apricot flowers are lined with rain today. Dai Shulun is a poet who likes to have flowers among flowers and rain among them. 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. Well, the rain that moistens things quietly is like a person doing a good deed without leaving a name.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, with a spring breeze and a mountain of wind and rain.
Rain brings people not only joy and beauty, but also endless pain. Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. Is it sad to lose your soul in the rain, to pay homage to your loved ones, or to be embarrassed by the rain? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.
What's the best word this time? Sycamore tree, night rain. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.
A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.
-Indus and rain enter poetry at the same time, which often brings people a feeling of depression, coldness and sadness. Falling flowers are independent, swift flies. —— Falling flowers and torrential rain, people and swallows, flying independently and in pairs, want to see the loneliness of people and the worry-free of swallows.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, but sunny on the road-homophonic pun. A lifetime of misty rain, no wind, no rain, no sunshine-although demoted, Su Dongpo is still free and easy, detached and open-minded. How many people can compare with Su Dongpo in ancient and modern times? Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
I'm worried not only about flowers, but also about people who look at them. The pain that no one appreciates and the depression that talents can't use are all among them.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Rainy night connects the two places, connecting today and tomorrow. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Although the rainstorm came suddenly, I was safe. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
-hurt spring returns with the wind and rain. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -The unique scenery of Huangmei season, because friends have not arrived, only listening to the rain and frogs.
If you ask how much free time you have. Yichuan tobacco is full of wind.
It rains when plums are yellow. -sorrow is as dense as rain, and there is no mood.
Is this body a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. In the rain is a disappointed general.
I still like Jie Jiang's Listening to the Rain, which puts the three stages of life in the process of listening to the rain. This is true and appropriate. Yu Meiren listened to the rain. Jie Jiang teenagers are upstairs listening to the rain song, and the red candle is faint.
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. "The wind is long and the rain is long, and the four seas are barren.
If you go to Malay cattle, you will no longer be able to tell them apart. The ears of grain are dark and have ears, but there is no news of the farmer.
In the city, it is better to fight for rice than to fight for it. "("Autumn Rain Sigh "II) Summer leaves the northeast, Lingtianjing Street.
Zhu guang is thick and thick. Why should I open it? God hasn't thundered for a long time, and nothing is a good command.
There is not enough rain, and fertile land rises in yellow dust. Birds died in the heat, and the fish in the pond dried up their silt.
Ten thousand people are redundant, only looking to Hao Lai. Up to now, Hebei has become a tiger and a jackal.
I miss thistle. Wang Shian is here. You can't eat for the sky, and your heart is not harmonious.
At the beginning of Guan Zhen, it was difficult to be with several children. ("Summer Sigh") Autumn rain is falling, and the cool wind is rustling. He is worried that the continuous rainfall will bring adverse effects on the growth and harvest of crops, and he is worried about the miserable life of farmers.
There is no rain after a long drought, and the summer heat is transpiration. He doesn't want to eat either, lamenting the hardships of people's livelihood. However, when a timely and appropriate amount of rain comes, he will also have fun with CoCo Lee. He will be full of poetry and joy: the clouds are lofty and the rain is misty.
Slipping between gurgling stones, gurgling loose and moving on. Yang Kang took advantage of the autumn heat, and all the valleys were abandoned.
God has virtue, and coke has business. The previous rain was painful, but today's rain is relaxed.
Never thunder, intercropping drums to increase gas. I heard a good voice in the middle of the night and expected the same.
The frost clears in September, as if seeing a dull ear. The suburbs are private and my garden is green.
Hate not to hold the urn, reduce the riverside fee. (Rain) It doesn't snow in sparse winter, and farmers are still hungry in spring.
Heaven is mourning, Zhu Xiayun Yu Tao. Holding the heat is boiling tripod, fiber woven robe.
Wind and thunder blow in Wan Li, and wormwood is applied to Ze. Dare to say that the grass has leaked, and I already like millet beans.
Three days without pedestrians, the second river roared. Liming, Liu Xiahui, is far from the river.
Walking in a deserted courtyard like a stork, watching the waves. Indulge in drug bait and forget what you have done.
If you know how to moisten things quietly, you can borrow nothing. The shade is quiet, so you should practice from Guan Cao.
My family doesn't have to do it while the neighbors are away. After a long drought, everything has been nourished and thrived. Even if the poet is poor, he is happy.
6. Poems describing rainy days.
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. -Wang Wei's "Farewell to Yuan Ershi Anxi" in the 480 th Hall of the Southern Dynasties. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies in listening to the wind and rain in the middle of the night and dreaming of the iron horse glacier. -Lu You's "The Rain on November 4th" I don't know how many flowers have been folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" is clear and clear, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Lake Rain Drinking Chuqing" has broken mountains and rivers and experienced ups and downs in life. -Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingdingyang" is an empty mountain after the rain and stands on an autumn night-do you know? It should be green, fat and red. -Li Qingzhao dreams of rain and hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng Dianjiang lips both wear threshold dances and roll up curtains to cover the rain in the evening. -Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" The sky is raining, the autumn is crisp, the grass is far and near, and there is nothing. The most important benefit is a spring, which is definitely better than a willow tree. Shen Li floats melons, and the ice and snow are cold. Recalling the collection of Wang Ci, the heat of midsummer, and the new rain sending autumn haze. Tang Shuige sent Huayin Wang Shaofu back to the county, and the lotus flowers were full of fragrance after the rain. Shen Li's floating melon is cold in the ice and snow. It's very cold and windy now. Li Bai's reward in Tang Dynasty is to protect against the rain. There are many red leaves in the frost garden. Bai Juyi's Sima Zhai is as light as a dream, and the rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Song Guan's "Huanxisha" lonely cold building, the wind and rain are coming, and chickens are crowing. When you see a gentleman, the clouds will not go away. It's raining hard, and the cock crows with glue. See the wise Si Qi, it's hard to see the clouds. Wind and rain are like dark clouds, and chickens crow endlessly. Don't you like seeing a gentleman? The book of songs "Storm" is full of longing, and a lonely trip weighs thousands of miles. Dark rain is coming in the river, and the waves and white winds are beginning to rise. -He Xun in the Northern and Southern Dynasties sent him to stare at the desolate moon in a temporary palace. He heard the bells in the late rain, cutting each other's chests. -Tang Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow, Cao Qinghu and Wan Li, Huang Meiyu walked alone. Worried about seeing the beach at night, the wind turns dark and the waves hit the boat. -back to the lake, warm and bright. -big strings are like rain, small strings are like whispers, humming and whispering-and then intertwined, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade, by Tang Juyi's "Early Spring in South Lake". -The green wine flag of Hongbanjiang Bridge in Tang Juyi's Pipa Story, the pavilion doll palace is warm at sunset. Poor thing, when the rain stops, thousands of trees hang down. -Tang Juyi's Yang Liuzhi is early. Bananas sound first. -Don Bai Juyi's Rain at Night, Badong sailed to Brazil, and the waves beat the wind and rain. Polygonum hydropiper is cold, the flowers are red and rustling, and the wet leaves of Gracilaria are blue and sad. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Bamboo Branch Empty Room", the autumn night is long and the night is sleepless. The shadow on the back wall is still burning. There is no rain in Jiangting. -Tang Cen Can's "Send Judge Li to Jinjiang to Take Autumn Words" stopped crossing the water and Yonghe sailed alone for three days. -Tang Changjian's "Looking for Li Jiuzhuang in Three Days" is a warlord in the capital. It is sharp and not the world. It takes three minutes to wear Tianyun to leave the Emperor's Hall. The rain is dry on the mountain, the giant is on the ridge, and the river is the force of this Simon. Louis Xi is even Han Jiping. Excuse me. Swallows don't come home late in spring, and it's a misty rain and cold flowers. -Tang Dai Shulun's "Su Ting" knows the rainy season. When spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistens things quietly, the wild paths are dark, and the rivers and boats are bright. Look at the red and wet place again. Flowers are more important than Jinguancheng. -"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" by Tang Du Fu, the geese fly high, the sun and the moon are white, and the green maple is frosty and red. -don. There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, and everyone in the world is happy, and the wind and rain will not move. -Tang Du Fu's "The Hut Was Blown by the Autumn Wind" turned upside down, so why count them? Don't you see that Guan Bao is poor, and this way is abandoned by people today. -Don Du Fu's "into the badlands", the spring leek cut in the rain at night, the special way of newly cooked brown rice, my master announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups. -Tang Du Fu's "To Wei Ba Chu Shi" Thousands of miles away, the flowers are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, misty and rainy. -Tang Du Fu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju" The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. -Tang Du Mu's "Tomb-Sweeping Day" cicadas sing after the rain, and the autumn wind floats. Moss covered the steps, so Bai Niao stayed late. -Tang Du Mu's "Yangzhou Zen Hall of Wisdom" is chilly, the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest. ———————————— Ling in Liu Yong's works.
7. Poems about rain
1, the mountain road didn't rain, and the clothes were wet.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and there are two or three before the rain. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" 3. Weicheng is also rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green.
-Wang Wei sends Yuan Ershi to Anxi > 4. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, the dream of iron horse glacier. —— Luyou 1 1 There was a heavy rain on the 4th of the month > on the 5th, with bright water and rainy mountains and sky.
—— Su Shi drinks Chuqing Lake after the rain > 6. It's cold and rainy, and it's even a night person in the river, Wu, seeing off the guests in Chushan. -"Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Newly-built Separation" 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
-Du Mu's "Qingming" 8, residual rainbow rain, lack of new shore flow. -Zhang Chen Jian Zheng of Southern Dynasties went boating in Houhu > 9. Clouds like smoke, dense rain like scattered silk.
-Xie Shi's Miscellaneous Poems 10, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran, Xiao Chun > 1 1, empty mountain after rain, standing in autumn night.
Poems describing rain in ancient poems. -(Wang Weishan lives in Tyumen >) 12, 480 Temple in the Southern Dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" quatrain > 13, after the rain, the willow branches are heavy and the pine is dark with smoke. -(Tang County South Pavilion Banquet >) 14. The spring tide brought rain late and hurried, and there was no boat to cross the field.
-(Tang? Wei Wu Ying, On the Xixi River in Chuzhou.