A beautiful poem about fish 1. Beautiful poems about 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.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Dong Sheng rises and falls in the west, but Tao is ruthless but affectionate.
The autumn wind is bleak, the autumn grass is yellow and the autumn night is long. I feel that the autumn window is boundless and bleak like wind and rain. -A Dream of Red Mansions
"Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain" Begonia does not hesitate to blush and stand alone in the drizzle.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
2. A beautiful poem about "Rain"
"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 expresses 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.
"The drizzle and wet clothes are gone, and the idle flowers are silent." (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.
"A wild goose falls into the sky, and the mountain floats with rain." (Qing? Look up the sentence written on Shen Xing's "Deng Bao's Fifth Floor": When the rainstorm comes, geese fly to shelter from the rain; The next sentence said that the rainstorm came quickly and the mountains seemed to float in the rain.
In addition, there are many poems that are lyrical because of rain. Such as: "the wind and rain are like dark, and the chickens are like crowing."
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3. Beautiful sentences or poems about rain
Modern Poetry] Raindrops
The key is you.
The moonlight is as clear as a drop of lotus dew.
The voice of the clear spring is watching.
News of real life
Clear the frost! My brother
We come from a dark and terrible forest.
This is where beauty often happens.
Proud to join the crying swan team
Attend an angel's funeral.
We have no choice.
(except mourning for beauty)
Exquisite tears and elegant elegy
Slip from the highest note of the holy bird
Gazing calmly at the sleeping peace.
Helpless harmony.
Occasionally naughty whitebait spits out a string of blisters and explodes into pearls.
But because it is too small, few people see it)
Suddenly (neither early nor late),
You feed a mouthful of blood to the forehead of the fairy bird.
Thousands of red dragonflies landed on feathers as white as water lilies.
Trembling, pale green moonlight penetrated the rosy halo.
We smile.
We smile in white.
Rain Lane (Dai Wangshu) A person is wandering in a long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, as indifferent, sad and melancholy as I am. She silently approached, approached, and cast a sighing look. She drifted across, like a dream, like a dream. Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She silently walked away, walked away, walked towards the decadent fence and walked into the rainy lane. In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot. Modern Poetry-Listening to the Rain Collection: Cloud Window Dream Author: Cloud Window Dream Ma Benteng's hoofbeat from far to near is like the sound of fifty strings crossing the Great Wall. In the dream, people whispered and teased the standing curtain, and the birds looked for it. It seems that there is no cold steel jungle and it has become a steep and rugged river bank. The huge white flowers have been broken into pieces. With rhythm and wind, it came, with unwillingness and urgent steps, stepping on the opposite family. Not lying naked on the shore, feeling your tenderness in a galloping dream. It is raining again. The cold feeling dripped into the palm of your hand, awakening the softness curled up in the deepest place. Suddenly, I have a feeling of listening to the rain. Look, raindrops are about to hit the windowsill, and my heart is suddenly imprisoned. Do you really want to use your life to make elves dance around the window lattice? But raindrops didn't stop their fallen bodies because of my criticism. Oh, 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 feel that the happiness of my life is not as good as a drop of rain. I miss the rainy lane.
Who sang the endless sadness in a low voice in the long rain lane? Lonely lilacs bloom quietly. Who weaves its sadness into a poem? The silent lilac in the rain lane is the poet's nameless sadness. Is that slender oil-paper umbrella hiding the graceful figure in the old dream? Or swaying in a sad fantasy? Have you ever crossed the ocean of my whole heart with sighing eyes? Far away, gradually dissipated melancholy has become another kind of hesitation? The long rain lane is not as long as the back of an oil-paper umbrella or the eyes looking through autumn water ...
4. Ask for beautiful poems or sentences about rain.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's clothes are wet, and Liu Feng's face is cold.
-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang crossed the Lingdingyang, the mountain was empty after the rain, and beginning of autumn at dusk-(Wang Wei: "Mountain in Autumn") There was no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes were wet-(Wang Wei:)
(Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao) 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet. There is no need to go back to the green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber. (Zhang: "Fishing Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
(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. On a cold rainy night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone.
(Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
(Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake") The river rain is decadent, the river and the mountains are rainy, and the rain comes strangely. The wind is full of buildings, and the blue clouds are broken after the rain, but it means that the night rain lies in the dead of night listening to the wind, the rain is falling, the white rain is falling, and the beads are jumping on the boat. It's nice to know that there is a lot of rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but now I remember that night, the storm, pedestrians on the road tried to break their souls. Falling flowers are independent, and the swift flies. Seven Fujian Chu Yun dark rain dark, east and west creek rain pale fog. There is sunshine but misty rain on the road, and there is no rain or shine in life. 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 favorable thing is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the smoke and willow pouring into the imperial city-Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department" 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 on Chuzhou is an ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaf is infinite, and it reflects the sun in different ways.
5. What are some beautiful sentences about "fish"
1, the happiness of fish is that they can swim freely every day.
The fish in the pond gently spit out a series of small bubbles. 3. The little fish in the pond are swimming around, very happy.
Clear water keeps pouring into the river, and fish swim freely. Fish swim freely under water.
6. As soon as the fish food was thrown into the water, the fish from all directions swam in a hurry. 7. The fish swam around in the water and looked happy.
8. Fish are so free that they can swim freely in the sea every day. 9. Fish swim happily in clear water.
10, the fish are swimming happily in the water. 1 1. In the clear stream, there are not only fish, but also shrimps and crabs.
12, the fish swim freely in the water, in groups, and look so happy. 13. Fish swim freely in the clear lake.
14, the fish proudly looked at the cat outside the fish tank. 15, the fish in the water swim freely.
6. Who knows the beautiful words about fish?
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. Song? Zhang's Fisherman's Songs
It is said that Tianjia is delicious, and the rice fragrance is behind the carp fat. -Green? Zhu Fengxiang's Wandering in the Country
A guest came from far away and brought me a carp-shaped wooden box with silk and silk letters in it. -Han Anonymous "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave"
There are hundreds of fish in the pond. They are all swimming in the air. -Liu Zongyuan's Little Stone Tan Ji
There are many fish in this small lake. There is a group here, but there is no group there.
The fish here are not only abundant, but also beautiful in color. Look, these
Small fish are colorful, red, yellow, orange ... these
Small fish is still very cute! Some small fish have protruding eyes, like
There are a pair of eyes, and some small fish are thin and alive.
Like a mermaid. I saw these lovely and interesting things.
The fish are so happy that they clap their hands and cheer. "Hey, what kind of fish is this?"
How strange is it? "A fish caught my attention. This fish
His head and tail are all black, and there is a lot of black on his body.
Spots.
7. Beautiful sentences related to "fish"
1. There are two small goldfish in my fish tank, with round eyes, red spine and red tail. The scales near my stomach are golden yellow, which looks like two small flames burning from a distance.
Small goldfish come in different sizes, and the big ones are as big as palms. The small one is only about five centimeters. The back of the little goldfish is covered with many scales, and the sun shines on the golden scales of the little goldfish.
3. In the evening, the goldfish who played all day rested quietly, floating motionless on the water, and occasionally shaking when frightened. Especially those two "submarines", sleeping lazily on the broad leaves of aquatic plants, are amazingly clever!
The goldfish swims happily in the fish tank. They are in groups of three or five, and sometimes they stick their heads out of the water playfully and spit out a bunch of blisters. Sometimes I wear it in the grass, as if playing hide and seek.
The male fish is snow-white, with two big black and bright eyes. Only the "forehead" above the eyes is red, especially bright, like the red sunrise in the sky. It swims fast, like an agile young man.
6. Every time the little goldfish drinks water, he can gently open his mouth to drink water and spit bubbles! When the little goldfish swims, its tail wobbles, just like a fairy's hand is moving. It's very clever. Whenever someone comes near it, the mouse seems to see a cat and runs away in a hurry.
7. I also like that little colorful goldfish. It wears colorful tulle skirts and swims proudly in front of other little goldfish, like a beautiful and confident little princess walking the catwalk. It has another feature: its mouth is always open and closed, just like practicing bel canto. I think it may be that it wants to show off its beauty in front of its partners.