Should I be a poet all my life? Why ride a thin donkey and go to the sword gate in the drizzle?
2. Is it raining all the way to Chu? The bell in the evening came to us from Nanjing. -Tang Dynasty: Wei, "Night Rain Farewell to Li Zhou/Fu Deyu"
The Chu River is shrouded in drizzle, and Jianye City rings the twilight bell.
It is raining all over the pond. Take a closer look at the flat face. 1. Shuang Yanzi guards Zhumen. It's easier to dusk than usual. -Song: Zhou Bangyan's "Yu Meiren United Xiao Xian Yutang"
The drizzle spilled all over the pond, splashing countless dots on the water covered with duckweed. Under the cinnabar eaves, a Shuang Yanzi stayed in the nest and stopped flying. Well, tonight seems to come earlier than usual.
4. Before coming out of the mountain, the clouds are like beasts, and the drizzle and wind are full of Wei Chuan. -Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang's "Climbing the Xianyang County Building and Looking at the Rain"
Clouds rushed out of the mountains like wild animals, and drizzle and wind spread all over the Weihe River.
5. It's raining every other day, and I'm speechless with a flick of my finger. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse. -Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, it is only after the flowers that the rain breaks"
The waves are endless, Liu Yiyi. A woman with a double butterfly embroidered skirt, you have only one flower from happiness. However, spring brings a continuous drizzle, which makes you sit in the boudoir for a long time and fails to live up to the beautiful Fangchun. When the weather is fine, Shuang Yan has returned, and the willow branches hang low.
6. It is still raining at dusk. Open the curtain at dawn to flatten the eaves. The sky is low in the river, and there is nowhere to recognize the green curtain. Who will accompany me when I sit alone and sing frozen songs? Wipe away the sick eyes and twist off the beard. -Song: Su Shi's "Jiang Shenzi, it is still rain at dusk"
Yesterday evening, it was raining in Mao Mao. I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, only to find that the heavy snow was almost flush with the eaves. The river is wide and the sky is low, and the long white snow covers the wine flag of the riverside pub. I sat alone in the cold and recited poems. Who's with me? Wipe your dim eyes and stroke your aging beard.
7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Tang Dynasty: Du Mu's Qingming
During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out.
8. sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. -Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
9. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. -Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's Song of Xi on the Twenty Shores of Yuan Dynasty/Cheng Wei.
The light rain in the morning moistened the dust on the Acropolis, and the willow branches and leaves in the inn pavilion were fresh and tender.
10. I want to get wet with my clothes, but I don't think it's another village. -Song: Zhinan's "Jueju, short eaves in the shadow of ancient trees"
The drizzle won't wet my clothes; It floats on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making the flowers more brilliant. The breeze blowing on the face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is particularly embarrassing.
2. Poetry idioms about rain in Mao Mao are quick. Poems about rain in Mao Mao are often rainy and windy in spring, and sunny and empty in spring.
Who cares about red mud? Hating poverty is like life is not satisfactory.
-the bean leaf yellow building written by Lu You is only affected by one bed and watches mountain wine all day long. Unfortunately, it rained on a windy night, so I knocked on the window drunk.
-Du Mu Xuanzhou Kaiyuan Temple South Building is like a beast in front of the mountain, drizzling and windy. Empty, nothing to see, geese oblique couplet.
-Wei Zhuang climbed the building in Xianyang County, looking at the rain, looking at the spring mountain, looking at the warm sun and the breeze, looking at the pavilion curtain. —— Baipu Tianjingsha Spring Frost Garden Yao grass is short, thin leaves are breezy, and melancholy fragrance changes from time to time.
-Feng Yansi magpies are in the place where the willows harmonize the breeze and the green hills alleviate the worries of the world. -in the eastern suburbs of Wei, the breeze arrived in February, and thousands of strands of hair greeted each other.
-Yan Huan Xisha breeze blows Liu Bing. The drizzle cleared the dust and the clouds did not disperse.
-Where did Yan Chunsheng swim secretly? The ends of the earth began to rest. Push the news with the wind and continue to teach birds to reason.
Bai Juyi was born in spring, and it is another sunny day. How much red and green is called swimming. Only when you are resistant to obstacles can you seek a partner.
-Liu Yong, Xiping, music, wind and spring, sleeves, and flute on a moonlit night. -Su Shi Linjiang Xianchi Ri Garden tastes and cooks wine, and the breeze courtyard is new.
-Lu You's "Spring Mountain Repaired by Rain", flowers fly against the wind. -Lu You's "Mountain Garden" Fish swam out in the drizzle, and swallows slanted in the breeze.
-Du Fu's water sill sends flowers all over the garden, the curtain is slightly outside, and the drizzle is in the cage at the beginning. -Feng Yansi magpies are blowing from the east in the misty rain, and the wheels are faintly thundering in the Lotus Pond.
-Li Shangyin's "Untitled Pavilion" is full of beauty in spring and lingering in dance. When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows.
-Li Yu picked mulberry seeds with many autumn winds and harmonious rain, and there were three or two bananas outside the curtain. What about the people at night? -Li Yu Sauvignon Blanc, a few sounds of rain and wind, hazy and pale moon clouds come and go.
-Li Yu loves flowers and willows, spring rain is fine, and flowers leak. -Li Yu is more leaking. What is the limit of light cold and drizzle?
-Qin Guan Yu Meiren breeze drizzle wet plum blossom, suddenly the horse passed Jasper's house first. -Wang Wei satirizes history, the spring breeze leans against the green city, and the water town is cold and sunny in spring.
Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence. -Liu Changqing don't yan shiyuan clear night Shen Dongchun action, drizzle eaves flowers fall before the lights.
-Du Fu drunk songs, drizzle, light smoke, cage grass trees, oblique bridge winding water around the balcony. The setting sun is high and the screen is open.
-Ouyang Xiu Huanxisha Fisherman. Fisherman.
There is a breeze and Mao Mao rain on the river. -Su Shi teased the green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber.
There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Huang Tingjian's idiom about drizzle describes the breeze and drizzle in spring.
Cow hair Mao Mao rain refers to the extremely fine Mao Mao rain oblique wind and Mao Mao rain oblique wind: a small wind blows from the side; Rain in Mao Mao: Light rain. Describe a small storm.
Breeze, drizzle and breeze: refers to the spring breeze. Breeze, light rain.
Metaphor is gentle, not rude. Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.
Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes. The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like a line running towards vegetation and walls.
When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops. Rain floated down from the sky like ten thousand silver threads, and a row of drained water drops fell from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.
It is drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop fell into the soil, and the other drop fell into the grass mouth, and it could not be found.
Raindrops fell on my head and body, and I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle. Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky.
The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.
Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas. The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring time and space.
Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering. Autumn rain is like smoke and fog, floating silently in the rubble, on the litter in the open space, getting wet on the ground, the house and the trees.
Spring rain, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, is woven obliquely. Autumn rain shines all over the sky like a pearl, fluttering and swaying.
3. Du Fu and Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night's drizzle poems.
The rain in Hanyu Tianjie is as crisp as crisp, and the grass looks far and near, but it is nowhere to be seen. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the imperial city.
Two Poems "Watching and Hunting on the Water Threshold" (I)
mansion/residence of a prince
When the wind blows, the general hunts Weicheng. To go to Guo Xuan, no village can count on credit.
Grass withered and eagle eye disease, light snow.
Suddenly I passed Xinfeng City and returned to Xiliuying. Fish swam out in the drizzle and swallows leaned in the breeze.
Looking back at the carving place, the clouds are thousands of miles flat. One hundred thousand households in the city, two or three households here.
Light rain on Jianmen Road Author: Lu You Times: Song Dynasty
Dust and wine stains on clothes make you disappear everywhere.
This body is a poet, riding a donkey into the sword door in the drizzle.
Tang Liu Changqing's "Send Scholar Yuan"
The spring breeze leans against the river and the green city, the water town is cold and cloudy in spring, and the sun is shining high. Rain is wet, clothes are invisible, and idle flowers are silent. The solitary sail on the sunset river is green, and the love in Wan Li, Hunan Province is green. When we meet, we know that Chunpao has been mistaken for a Confucian scholar.
Hengtang
Chengda Fan
Nanpu spring comes to a blue river, and the stone bridge Zhuta is still there.
Every year, seeing off guests on Hengtang Road, hanging trees and painting boats in drizzle.
. A song with a "slow voice" Li Qingzhao
Looking around, lonely and sad.
It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold at first.
Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing!
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now?
Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! The Indus River is drizzling,
At dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad sentence!
4. Xiao Yu's sonnet: In the early morning of spring, I woke up easily and birds were singing all around. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much love there is in an inch of grass, who will get three spring rays. (Meng Jiao: The Prodigal Son) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 5. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Cao Yuan") ⑥. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 7. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. Turn into spring mud to protect flowers. (Gong Zizhen: "Jihai Miscellaneous Affairs") 9. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He: Singing Willow) 10. Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot leaves the wall. (Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worth visiting the garden") In the poem, it is Xia 1. Pay off in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin's Sunset) 3. Early summer is still clear and the grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun, "Wandering Redstone Sailing Far") 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu's Summer Sigh) 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, unable to sit still, dared to eat. () New rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Send Wang Shaofu Back to County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go, and I will feel deep when it is sunny in summer. (Fan Chengda: Xiqing) 9. Qingjiang River is full of village streams, and everything in Changjiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: Jiangcun) 10. Why do you hate Fang Fei leaving? Hongbo rushed out. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea) 2. Falling three autumn leaves can make flowers bloom in February. (Li Qiao: Wind) 3. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: sympathetic to agriculture) 4. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither. (Han Yuefu-changchang) The pool surface is windless and the mirror surface is not polished. (Liu Yuxi: Wang Dongting) 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi: Autumn Ci) 8. Silver candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, and a small fan gently fanned the fireflies. (Du Mu: Autumn Night) 9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. However, it is a good autumn when it is cool. (Xin Qiji: Ugly Slave-Shuboshan Road) Winter in the poem is 1. For example, this winter, it was held in the west of the city. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop) 2. The autumn moon is on the ground, and the winter mountain is cold and loose. (Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons) 3. South neighbors are more memorable. The new year begins tomorrow. (Dong Sigong: Shounian) 5. Autumn wind blows, and wine flies in winter snow. (Wang Wei: Four Qi Poems) 6. When winter comes, all the flowers will disappear. (Chen Yi: Mei) 7. I don't know if the water spraying will start soon, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: Zaomei) Embrace your knees in front of the light and take a picture. (Bai Juyi: homesick from winter to day and night) 10. When the weather is right, people will be urged by the day, the winter solstice will be sunny and spring will come again. (Du Fu: Xiaozhi) Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) 2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. Other mountains are dwarfed under the sky ... (Du Fu: Wang Yue) 4. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Wang Chun) 5. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. (Wang Wei: Chai Lu) 6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: Guan Shanyue) 7. Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: DuDu) There are more grass and fewer bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: Returning to the Garden) 9. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. (Xin Qiji: Bodhisattva-Building a Wall in Jiangxi) 10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. (Su Shi: Xilinbi Inscription) The water in the poem is 65438+. Yamashima (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea) 3. White hair floats with green water, and red palms clear waves. (Luo: Singing Goose) 4. Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed back here. (Li Bai: Wangtianmen Mountain)) 5. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. Smell the songs on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: Zhi Zhu Ci) 8. At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: Recalling Jiangnan) 9. Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees loves sunshine and soft water. (Yang Wanli: Xiaochi) 10. There are three or two peaches outside the bamboo. Take my Qin family as an example. (Han Yuefu-Shang Mo Sang) 2. The mountains cover the day, and the Yellow River flows people. (Wang Zhihuan: At the Heron Villa) 3. It's beautiful when the sun sets, and flowers and plants are fragrant in spring. (Du Fu: quatrains) 4. The setting sun is far away, it is freezing, and the White House is poor. (Liu Changqing: the owner of Meixue Furong Mountain) 5. The morning sun shines on the treetops. (Chang Jian: Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple) 7. When the sun rises, the river is red, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: Recalling Jiangnan) 8. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. (Wang Anshi: January Day) 9. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely red. (Yang Wanli: "Here comes the solitary sail. (Li Bai: Looking at Tianmen Mountain) The moon in the poem is 1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! . Meng Haoran: A Night's Mooring on Jiande River. The moonlight shines in the pine forest, and the clear spring stone flows upward. (Wang Wei: "Mountain" Tatar chiefs are fleeing in the dark. (Lu Lun: Song of Xia Sai) 5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. (Li Bai: Drinking the bright moon alone) 6. I don't know the month for an hour, so it's called Bai Yupan. (Li Bai: The Ancient Waves Exploring the Moon) 7. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. (Wang Wei: Bamboo Pavilion) 8. Birds are startled in the mountains in the moon, and the spring stream rings sometimes.
5. Poems describing wind and drizzle should be poetic and fast. The homework to be handed in tomorrow is 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: Dawn of Spring) 2. The wind is blowing, and the general is hunting the Acropolis. (Wang Wei: Hunting) 3. The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night. (Lu Lun: Song of the Frontier) They are tall again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass) 5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: Lord of Furong Mountain) 6. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 7. Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan") 8. Desire. I'm also afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. (Su Shi: "When will there be a bright moon?" It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. (Li Shangyin: Untitled) 10. The sky is grey, the wild is boundless, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile).
6. Poems describing misty rain send strings, and I hope you can play them in the still night. If you smell acacia, the rhyme of the song will fade. The bullet will fade, and the wine will fade. Misty rain will make you drunk, and the sky will send poems. The world of mortals will drop eternal attachment, crystal clear. Put you in the world of mortals, watch the ups and downs of the world of mortals, and remember the red. Dawn without color. After sitting on the top of the mountain, open the page of heaven and earth, absorb it slowly and inject your breath into your body. In the sky, a drizzle slipped gently, awakened the voice of the earth, and a gentle sun rose. A pair of muddy feet in the world of mortals tell the story of time from day to night on a white dividing line. Looking back, I slept in the ancient poetic soul and understood Jin Ge's iron horse. Passers-by who have broken time, in the distance, are blue waves and bitter frost in cold weather, and the candle flowers are wandering. Is it the dividend of the passing of spring water, or the forgotten petals of the residual flowers are bearing their own destiny, or are they looking forward to it? The world of mortals is like misty rain, dripping the hearts of many lovers. Endless feelings are stained with the soil in the world of misty rain and red dust, running with a crescent moon. It's just that when the white Yin Hui is sprinkled on the years, we seem to miss a little frost, swaying countless mottled tree shadows, and the silent time is actually wet. As the saying goes, autumn frost is weak, and half a piece of red leaves reflects the window. No one knows when we will satisfy what we desire. More often, we just keep thinking about each other, the spring when flowers are falling, and the autumn when maple leaves are swaying until the sky is covered with snow. Time will only go by itself. At a certain point, it will start all over again. In the softest place in your heart, gently jump, accompanied by a pain to correct your heart ... the beauty of misty rain and red dust is particularly vague. Just like a piece of paper is soaked, crumpled and discarded, then tied up and pushed away, and different shades of ink are spilled at will. No matter far or near, or look carefully, there is no difficulty at all. It's like a phantom. Like human dreams, the chaotic world, chaotic world, chaotic world and chaotic universe never seem to stop. The drizzle is like smoke and tears, and the vague sleep is moved and excited by this vague existence, unconsciously showing a knowing smile. At this time, no singing was mentioned, and all the birds stopped singing. This fuzzy black is so quiet that you can hardly hear your heartbeat. Not tired, not tired. Erased the lonely fantasy, the wet wind came back from nowhere and surrounded the swaying journey. The history of misty rain culture fled one after another, and the scattered sand-like footsteps crushed the ladder of edification and longing. The melodious rhyme is empty, the strings of the violin are broken, the poets who taste wine are scattered, the footsteps of falling flowers are gone with the running water, and the soil is still waiting for the land to melt in the red dust. I can't see the feelings of the world of mortals clearly. I want to travel through time and space and collect all my feelings, but there is a reluctance in my soul. In the struggle, I swam to an unknown place and saw fireworks shining in the dark. The beauty of that moment is abnormal, but it is an illusion after all. I don't know if there are still tears dripping gently in my eyes after the silence ... Chun Yan is whispering an old ballad, the flute is melodious with green buds, and the road is bumpy and singing the song of life. Quietly intoxicated with the poetry of the sunset, the spring breeze gently turned misty rain and red dust into a green melody. The footsteps of summer suddenly slide down from the transparent cicada. The sound of the rushing river broke the silence of misty rain and the world of mortals, flapping their dreams and hitting the water. The carefree laughter of teenagers enriched the beauty of summer. The waves silently flew over the throb of misty rain and the world of mortals. In the autumn wind, the smoke is tender, the first long cry returns to the geese, and on the day when the pupils are full and shiny, the chord sound of harvest is played on the giant piano on the ridge. A stem with clear ears shines brightly in the misty rain and red dust. The snowy area in winter is silent, and it is clear as water in the face of snowy dusk. Thoughts are beating on the back of misty rain and red dust mountain. The voice of thought is finally unfolding, and the dream sail of the world of mortals is getting farther and farther on the landscape of life. With the passage of time, it has become a distant sea, and an obsessed pigeon will never fly out of this sacred sea. Misty rain and red dust stand as a temptation, ethereal as a dream, wonderful.