She has the color, fragrance and sadness of cloves. She mourned in the rain, and her sadness seemed to disappear. She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, walking silently like me, cold and desert, sad and melancholy. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She drifted like a dream, like a dream.
Like a fragrant field floating in a dream, this girl floated from me; She walked away quietly, far away, to the broken fence and across the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her face faded, her fragrance dispersed and dispersed, even her sighing eyes and Ding Xiang's melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past an aunt with a bitter fragrance. - - .
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. In the early spring of Hanshui Tianjie, the rain is crisp and the grass color is far away.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. The spring rain in Lin 'an is as thin as gauze year after year. Who let Beijing have riders?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak. Listening to the rain, she whispered, the ethereal syllables were desolate, cold, cold, and everything fell gently, and the shadows as sad as fog in the depths of memory could not help but emerge.
The wind is persistent, but the rain finally breaks free and rushes to the earth, as fragile as a broken childhood. Clear, vague, in the depths of dreams and memories, with the rain beads looming, and broken; Countless fantasies and melancholy of waiting in life are hazy again in the cold rain curtain, and the expectation is gone; I can't remember the beauty of my original dream. It's all over.
It just kept raining, without lightning and thunder. Gentle as soothing, a little cold and warm, and a little sad. Just watching and listening to the rain, I can't help but step into the dance floor woven by the rain curtain.
Looking up at the sky, the rain hit my face and ran down my forehead. I don't know if it is rain or tears. Close your eyes and let your soul be baptized in the rain. I know a lot, but I don't seem to know anything. The cold rain soaked the clothes, penetrated into the skin and penetrated into the bone marrow.
Finally, I understood that she was crying. -To the one you love the most. Today, the rain came again. Like inspiration, it gave you many opportunities to express your feelings, but you avoided her and many poetic plots. The rain had to slide down the glass window quietly, the leaves of the locust tree gradually stretched, and the lilacs opened silently ... The sun was forgotten in the pocket of the cloud, like a passionate love letter, but the search for rain never stopped. 1 I've been looking forward to it for a long time, day and night. The male soul is suddenly shocked and sensational, hoping to thrive in disappointment. Thousands of heart flowers splash like thirsty crops, sucking the source of life. My tired and chapped thoughts immediately moistened. On the day when the sun is gone, I really want to turn into a weak cloud, turn it into a gray sky, avoid a pair of eager eyes, but I can't avoid my deep thoughts and push it through the clouds and fall into softness. Manman has infiltrated the dust, water and sunshine in your smile without any regrets. A fish swims in the water, and the water makes it happy. A person lives in the sun, and the sun warms him. Life needs sunshine, just like a happy fish always needs the nourishment of boiling water. Your figure is wine, and my miss is that I will always have a drink at some time. In the summer afternoon, the refreshing wind folded its wings, and the sunshine squeezed out from the cracks in the clouds. Locked in the soil, an affectionate cicada lurks in the shade, singing a monotonous song. I sit at the window like a cicada facing the open memory of Pinghu autumn moon, calmly and calmly.
Red leaves fall on the branches, causing ripples. It's drizzling and breezy.
The clothes are not wet or crisp, and the blowing surface is not cold. The maple leaves are red and the orchard is fragrant.
The language of phoenix tree and autumn rain complement each other; The wine cellar is aging and the night is thick. Raise your glass.
When will you see the moon again and have a drink with me? It was raining in Mao Mao at that time, and you dropped your umbrella and jumped into the rain. The clear rain is wet, and you cheer. Endless running and sudden play, we understand what is the meaning of life and what is the true meaning of happiness. At that time, the two lonely hearts in that place seemed to grow green suddenly, and the rain flowed everywhere and became a happy stream. At that time, the happy stream in that place was like your innocent smiling face, like my pure heart, like your cheerful personality, like my youthful poems. Shh, stop it. That's the secret of our eternal youth. At that time, that place left us too many memories. I can't forget that you said I was as charming as the moonlight in that spring. I can't forget that you were as warm as the sun in winter, the hot love words in summer and the whispers in autumn. Of course, that is our youth.
2. What are the poems describing "the umbrella girl in the south of the Yangtze River"? 1. Woman in the Rain Modern Liu Liu
Yunmo glass building is like a depression, and the bridge of broken souls is like snow.
Silver candle cold screen xiaoxiang rain, blue umbrella green Yi Zheng lingering sound.
The glad eye is like yesterday's Haitang, and the bun faintly reflects the pool.
Qiannv chuckled, carried away by the rain and dust, and wanted to go down to the attic and sigh with the rain.
The residual rain is like a flower falling at the beginning of Gechu, and a pool of spring water is half falling.
2. Rain Lane Modern Dai Wangshu
Wandering alone with an oil-paper umbrella,
In the long and lonely rain lane.
I hope that when I meet a sad girl,
Sad and hesitant in the rain.
3. Lu Zhendong, "Three Villages Poetry" in Tang Dynasty
Melancholy flowers complain about late spring, and lonely dancing mirrors are doubly depressing.
Clear words are good officials, and doubt is the second body of Wenxi.
4. "Beautiful women open umbrellas in the rain" Modern Ethan
The glad eye is like yesterday's Haitang, and the bun faintly reflects the pool.
Qiannv chuckled, carried away by the rain and dust, and wanted to go down to the attic and sigh with the rain.
The residual rain is like a flower falling at the beginning of Gechu, and a pool of spring water is half falling.
5. Rain in the Mountain Village by Wang Jian in Tang Dynasty
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
3. Beautiful poems or sentences about rain. Rain falls from the air to every corner, and raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which are very beautiful.
Raindrops fall from eaves, walls and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect to form a water column. The wind is blowing and it is raining.
A closer look reveals that there is not even a single person in the street. All the water was wasted and turned into a flowing river, and countless splashes rushed to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred. The wind with rain stars, like looking for something on the ground, bumped into the east and west.
No sooner had the pedestrians on the road found shelter than it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! A gust of wind blew, and the waterfall-like rain was blown like smoke, fog and dust.
Raindrops the size of beans fell to the ground, splashing like a small fountain. When the splash falls on the ground, it becomes a small bubble, which looks like a transparent hat.
It's really interesting to watch the raindrops turn into little hats! It is raining harder. On the roofs and streets, a layer of misty rain and fog is splashed, just like a layer of misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze curled away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, splashing a lot.
The feeling in the rain has been raining since last night, and it should be very affectionate. I can think of rain stains, flowers falling, red scattered fragrance disappearing, somewhat sad, but also somewhat sad.
There are countless people who know that they love rain, and the articles about rain are even more eloquent, but I am also a rain lover and have different feelings about rain, so I wrote them. Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; Just like the scenery in front of us, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of scenery.
Some people like rain, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different. Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood.
It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded? However, rain is rain. It won't come because you like it, nor will it go because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the splendor of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there would be no sunny sunshine. It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. I was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, so I have to say that I am familiar with rain. Supposedly, it should have been blind and indifferent.
But I have a surprise and freshness for the rain. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, so that the sweet and pure rain is sprinkled on my body and soaked in my skin; The drizzle takes away the dust and haze in my heart and makes my mood clean and bright.
Rain is a gift from heaven, and it is a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. What would the world be like without rain? There are deserts everywhere, sandstorms everywhere, and sandstorms are flying all over the sky; If there are no birds, no animals, not even a trace of green, and life disappears here, how horrible and terrible it would be. The rain in the four seasons is also different due to different seasons and seasonal changes.
Spring rain is the most beautiful and exquisite, like a shy and charming singing of a girl; Spring rain is also the favorite of literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", "Silent drizzle in the sky" and "Spring Rain with apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River" are all praises to the spring rain.
The dripping girl in the rain lane is probably from the spring rain. The most enthusiastic is the summer rain, like the sweat of a strong man, with a hearty pleasure; Very fierce, walking fast, crisp and dry, never slow.
It not only waters the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings coolness to people in hot summer. People are well aware of its advantages and disadvantages.
The autumn rain with a hint of coolness has another taste in my heart. It is desolate and bleak, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of the dissatisfied wife whose youth is gone and no longer there.
"If you want rain, it will rain on the river, and it will be clear in autumn. It's getting cold, the wind is getting stronger, the river is closed in the cold, the afterglow is architecture and things are beautiful.
Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. "In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood is so bleak and helpless.
Li Yian also described her loneliness, sadness and sadness in Autumn Love. "Indus raining, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! " .
In fact, people's joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, sadness and rain have nothing to do with it? There seems to be little winter rain, and even fewer people like it. But I think it's like a few clear tears shed by a strong man whose wrist is broken and never returns. It is cold, resolute, tragic and heroic.
People can't help but give birth to some respect. The glitz and noise of the world need us to treat it with a normal heart, and so does the rain. Only by getting rid of impetuousness and being more calm can we appreciate its interest and poetry and feel its exquisiteness and beauty.
When I wrote these words, it was still raining, and I couldn't help feeling a little hurt and spring again. Unconsciously, spring deepened and summer came silently. Isn't that how youth gets old, and dreams disappear quietly ... 2. Children giggle in the moonlight, they jump and jump happily, the straw hat jumps and jumps on their heads, and the surrounding Woods and rivers jump and jump.
The moon girl blushed and hid and smiled. The hidden heart must jump behind the clouds. God-given gold, God-given moonlight rain, from the top of the head to the bottom of the foot, from the outside to the inside, from the bones to the soul, are all golden, transparent, as pleasing to the eye as green, as cool as borneol.
The children stole some lotus leaves, and they caught the golden elves together, and the elves rolled happily. Children should put away the moonlight rain, plant it in the ground next spring, let them sprout, blossom and bear the moonlight rain full of trees, and then give these golden fruits to friends and kindergarten teachers ... Listening to the rain under the eaves every rainy season, I think of listening to the rain under the eaves, which has a unique aesthetic feeling. Although it's not like splashing in the whirlpool of a river, or rushing into the beach of the sea, or a secluded lane in a small town, there is still rain in Mao Mao.
4. Poems describing rain, articles describing rain, spring rain is the softest.
If the spring rain comes, try to let it wipe your face. That kind of feeling is very gentle, just like mom touching your face gently, which is very comfortable. After the spring rain, flowers and plants will be more colorful.
Spring rain is their nourishment. Summer rain is the most enthusiastic.
Rain hits the eaves, and the glass makes a "Hua La" sound, which makes people feel that Yu Xia is like a crazy bee, constantly chirping. It's hard to be hit in the face by summer rain. It hurts like a small stone in the face.
Autumn rain is a combination of spring rain and summer rain Autumn rain sometimes sweeps across the earth, but sometimes it falls like a gasp.
However, autumn rain is the messenger of harvesting fruits. After the autumn rain, the farmer's uncle felt much more relaxed, because the harvest day came.
Winter rain, like an ancient woman, rarely appeared. If it rains in winter, it is likely to snow.
It is flying in the sky. At this time, the children are happy and can have fun again.
Poetry: It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day.