1. There are beautiful poems about rain
There are beautiful poems about rain 1. The more beautiful the poems about rain, the better
1. Du Fu's "Spring" Happy Rain at Night"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.
2. Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents the Water Ministry Zhang Shiba Yuanwai"
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp,
The color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The most advantageous thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
3. Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"
You asked about the return date but there is no timetable,
The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
Why should *** cut off the west window candle?
But talk about the rainy night in Bashan.
4. "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You
The world has been as thin as gauze for many years, so who makes the horse riders come to Beijing.
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
The short paper is laid slantingly and I am making grass, and I play tea with the fine breasts under the clear window.
Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival.
5. Su Shi's "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"
Black clouds rolled over the ink but did not cover the mountains,
White rain jumped into the boat. .
The ground wind blows away suddenly,
The water under the Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
6. Yang Wanli's "Listening to the Rain"
Returning to the boat, I stayed in Yanling in the past year.
I could hear the light coming from the rain hitting the sparse canopy.
Last night it rained heavily on the eaves,
In my dream I heard the sound of awnings being opened.
7. "Invitation" by Zhao Shixiu
During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere,
Frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
I had an appointment and couldn’t come over until midnight.
I just knocked the chess pieces and dropped the lanterns.
8. "Light Rain on the Sword Gate Road" by Lu You
Is this a poet?
Xiao Yu rides a donkey into Jianmen.
9. "Like a Dream" by Li Qingzhao
Last night it rained and the wind blew, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the remaining wine. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin!
10. Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell"
The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqing Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
11. "Rain Lane" by Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
And lonely rain Alley,
I hope to meet
a lilac-like
girl with sorrow and resentment.
She has
the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
the same sadness as lilac,
Feeling sad in the rain,
Feeling sad and hesitant;
She was wandering in this lonely rainy alley,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
< p> Like me,Like me
Walking in silence,
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently
Approaching, and cast a
breath-like look,
She drifted by
Like a dream,
Like a dream, sad and confused.
Floating like in a dream
In the field of a lilac,
This girl floated by my side;
She was quietly far away Away, far away,
reached the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the lamentation of the rain,
her color faded,
her fragrance dispersed,
disappeared, Even her
eyes were as breathless,
as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
and lonely rainy alley,
I hope to float by< /p>
A lilac-like girl
A girl with sorrow and resentment.
2. Who has beautiful poems about rain?
I often walk in the light rain, looking for the light rain in the light rain. It is like an elegant little poem that always lingers in my heart. No one In the rain, I feel even more lonely, but there is no trace on my face. Every time the light rain drifts by, it always evokes my memories... Ren Shengsheng's "Ding Fengbo" in the misty rain, don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.
Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place where I have always been, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return. 1. Dongpo Yin: There is no natural danger in the world, and the great river goes eastward without returning it.
Poetry spreads across the north of the Yangtze River, and painting spans the south of the Yangtze River. The atmosphere is grand, generous, benevolent and righteous.
The two often see each other in dreams, and only a few hundred years separate them when they wake up. The first song: Nian Nujiao, Chibi Nostalgic, the river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures through the ages. To the west of the fortress, there is Humanity and Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms at Chibi.
Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.
I think back to the old days when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fan and silk scarf, while talking and laughing, the rapist disappeared into ashes.
My motherland wanders in my mind, my affection should laugh at me, and I will be born early. The world is like a dream, and one statue still shines in the moonlight.
The second poem: Jiang Chengzi and Zhang Xian wrote the same poem on the lake ①, and heard the zither being played. It started to clear after rain in Phoenix Mountain ②. The water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright.
A hibiscus ③ bloomed in full bloom. Wherever the two egrets fly, if you want, admire Pingting④.
Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river ⑤. Bitter and sentimental, who can I send to listen? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling⑥ as promised.
I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one is there, so I can count the peaks and greens ⑦. The third song: Shui Tiao Song Tou (When will the bright moon appear) Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival ⑴, I drank happily until the end of the day, and was very drunk. I wrote this piece because I was pregnant with a child ⑵.
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine⑶. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky⑷.
I want to ride the wind back home⑸, but I am afraid that it will be too cold in the high places⑹. Dance and figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world⑺.
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the lower Qihu ⑻, the light shines without sleep. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye⑼.
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Lonely in the deep boudoir, every inch of my heart is filled with sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning all over the corridor, there is just no emotion. Wherever you are, there are grasses stretching all over the sky, and you can't see the way back.
——Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Red Lips" It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and the remaining wine could not be consumed by the heavy sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same.
Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. ——Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream" Lonely in the deep boudoir, an inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. Leaning all over the countryside, there is just no emotion.
Wherever I am, there are green grass in the sky, and I can’t see the way back. ——Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty, "Dian Jiang Lips" Last night, the rain and wind blew, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the remaining wine.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
——Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream" 1. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. "Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn") 2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
(Wang Wei's "Autumn Borer in the Mountains") 3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
(Wang Wei's "In the Mountains") 5. Green bamboo hats, green coir rain clothes, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. (Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song") 6. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and I dream of the iron horse and the glacier man.
(Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th") 7. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. (Du Mu's "Qingming") 8. It's cold and rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guests in Chushan in the clear day.
(Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 9. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and green. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi") 10. The water is clear when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange.
(Su Shi's "The First Sunny and Later Rain on the Drinking Lake").
3. Beautiful poems describing rainy days
Let me recommend a few poems about rain that I like very much. I hope you like them:
"Early Spring Presentation" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Water Department Zhang Shiba Yuanwai"
The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
"Ding Feng Bo" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Don't listen to the sound of rain beating through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly.
Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The weather is steep and the spring cold blows away the wine. It is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place where I have always been, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return.
Su Shi. "Heavy Rain in Youmeitang"
There was a thunder under the feet of the tourists, and the crowd was filled with stubborn clouds that could not be cleared away.
The sky is dark and the wind is blowing across the sea, and flying rain is coming across the river from eastern Zhejiang.
The golden bottle is very shining, and thousands of sticks are beating the drums.
Arouse the banished fairy spring to sprinkle the face, pour the dragon room upside down to pour out the roses.
Su Shi. "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"
Black clouds rolled over the mountains but the ink did not cover the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
In addition, there are some famous sentences about rain:
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn is coming. Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence in Autumn"
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. Wang Wei's "In the Mountain"
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need for slanting wind and drizzle Return. Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"
I lay down at night listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier. Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. Du Mu's "Qingming"
It's cold and rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guests in Chushan in the clear day. Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and green. Wang Wei's "Send the Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. Su Shi: "Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake"
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. "Fisher's Song" by Zhang Zhihe
The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. "Quequatrains" by Monk Zhinan
The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest house is green and the willows are new. Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, many towers were in the mist and rain. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into sleep. Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Du Fu's "Spring Night Joyful Rain"
The sound of wind and rain at night can tell how many flowers have fallen. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. Su Shi's "Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake"
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. "In the Mountain" by Wang Wei
It rained and the wind blew violently last night. Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine. When I asked the person behind the curtain, he said, "Begonia is still the same." Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin! Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream"
4. 50 ancient poems with the word rain
50 ancient poems with the word rain: The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
- Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. -Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
-Xin Qiji's "Moon over the West River" The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presented to the Ministry of Water, Zhang Shiba Yuanwai" The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
-Wei Yingwu's "Xi Jian of Chuzhou" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. - "Quatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.
- Song Dynasty Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation" Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. -Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
- "Quequatrains" by Monk Zhinan The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. -Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. - Lu You, "Wind and Rain on November 4th" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
-Du Mu's "Qingming" The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. -Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake" The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs.
- Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" The rain hates the clouds and the clouds are sad, but Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips" Pink butterflies dance across the threshold in pairs, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening.
- Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le" has beautiful poems about rain. The falling flower is independent, and the light and swift swallows fly together. Entering Wu in the cold rainy night, I see off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning.
The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is watery and smokey. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is sunny but sometimes sunny.
On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain. He was so angry that he leaned against the railing and the rain stopped.
It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. The red building faces each other across the rain, and the cold beads and foil floating lanterns return alone.
Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, apricot blossoms are sold in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley. When you asked about your return date, it rained at night in Bashan and the autumn ponds swelled.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? The morning rain in Weicheng is clear and the dust is clear, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.
In the past, when I went there, the willow trees lingered; now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing. Get used to the valley breeze, and use the overcast to rain.
At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. In late autumn, thousands of houses are covered with rain, and a flute of wind blows on the rooftop as the sun sets.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. The only thing I won't forget now is the mist of dusk and the spring rain crossing the maple bridge.
The rain is strong and the wind is good and evil, but don’t be tired of the thatched cottage being low. After the rain, the grass is fragrant and the sun is setting. The apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallow mud is fragrant.
It was windy and rainy last night. Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine.
When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green manure and red manure.
The sycamore tree is covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how can one say "sorrow"?
Putong trees, rain in the middle of the night. If you don't know how to leave love, you will suffer.
One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. I can't make up my mind all day long, and my tears are like rain.
The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle. During the yellow plum season, it rains every house, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy ponds... The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a pear blossom brings rain in spring.
If you ask about leisure time, how much is it? Yichuan Tobacco fills the city.
Plum yellow Shigure. Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.
The river is raining heavily, the river is full of grass, the mountains are empty, the rain is strange, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind is filling the building, the rain is passing, the sky is blue, the clouds are broken, but the virginity is broken, but Bashan is raining at night. When it rains, the heavy rain falls, and the swallows are white, and the rain is scattered, and the beads jump into the boat, and there is a misty rain. There is no wind or rain, no sunshine, no rain, no bells, no bells, no chills, no cicadas in my life. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival.
Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. This passing year should be a time of good times and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them? Poppy · Listening to the Rain Jiang Jie A young man listens to Yu's song upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles.
When a young man listens to the rain in a boat, the clouds in the river are low and the wild geese call in the west wind. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house, and there are stars on my temples.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from day to day. The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.
——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sha·Momo Qinghan Goes to the Small Building" The wind and rain are miserable, and the rooster crows and crows. Now that I have seen a gentleman, why should I not be barbaric? The wind and rain are blowing, and the rooster crows.
Now that I have seen a gentleman, how can I not be confused? The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless. Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? ——Book of Songs "Wind and Rain" Evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you! ——"Shangxie" by Yuefu of the Han Dynasty Far away is the Altair star, and the bright and clear river is a Han woman. The slender hands are used to make tricks.
The whole day is unfinished, and the tears are as cold as the rain; the river is clear and shallow, but how far away it is! There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless. ——The Yuefu of the Han Dynasty, "The Faraway Altair".
Just like water pouring from the east, there will be no sun returning to the west. The night raindrops fall on the empty steps, and the lanterns dimly leave the room at dawn.
When we feel sorry for each other, we all stop drinking. When will we get together? ——He Xun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, "Farewell at night before leaving for the old travels" The guest has been missing for a long time, and he has traveled thousands of miles alone. The river is dark and the rain is about to come, and the waves are white and the wind is beginning to rise.
——The Southern and Northern Dynasties·He Xun Farewell" When I saw the moon in the palace, I looked sad, and when it rained at night, I heard the sound of bells breaking my heart. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" Ten thousand miles in the Qingcao Lake, one person walks in the yellow plum rain.
I am worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach, the sound of wind and dark waves hitting the boat. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha" The wind returns, the clouds break, the rain begins to clear, and the light returns to the lakeside, which is warm and bright again.
The red mountain apricot hair is randomly scattered, and the new green water apple is spread flatly. The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole's speech has not yet been completed.
I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring in South Lake" The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Pipa Parade and Preface" Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun is setting.
Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Willow Branches" Early in the morning, the crickets crow and stop, and the remaining lamps go out and light up again.
When I heard the night rain through the window, Basho heard the sound first. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Night Rain" The Badong boat went to Brazil, and the waves were full of wind and rain.
Polygonum is cold and the flowers are rustling red, Gracilaria is wet and its leaves are green and sad. —.
5. About writing beautiful and wonderful poems about rain, just one sentence,
1. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. Kong Shanxin After the rain, the weather is late and autumn comes. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") 3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and wet people's clothes , (Wang Wei: "In the Mountains") 5. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. (Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song") 6. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. ( Lu You: "A Storm and Rainstorm on November 4th") 7. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls. (Du Mu: "Qingming") 8. It rains continuously on the river at night, and I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the clear day. ( Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 9. The morning rain in Weicheng soaks up the dust, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Farewell to the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty in Anxi") 10. The water is clear and the mountains are empty. The rain is also strange. (Su Shi: "Drinking from the First Sunny and the Later Rain on the Lake") Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi" The clothes are wet and the apricot blossom rain blows on the face The wind in the willows is not cold. --- Monk Zhinan's "Quequa" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest house is green and the willow color is new. --- Wang Wei's "Send off the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many towers there are In the mist and rain.---Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.---Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th" Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.- ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three rains are falling in front of the mountain. —— Pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls. ----- Du Mu's "Qingming" The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. - Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Huanxisha·Momo Qinghan Goes Up to the Small Building".
6. Beautiful poems for rainy days
1. "Night Rain Sends to the North" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
You asked about the return date but there is no timetable, and the night rain in Bashan fills the autumn pond. .
Translation: You asked about the return date. It is difficult to tell the return date accurately. It rained heavily all night in Bashan and the autumn ponds were full.
2. "Drinking on the Lake, Two Poems on the First Sunny and Later the Rain·Part 2" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The clear sky is good when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange.
Translation On a sunny day, the water of the West Lake is rippling. Under the sunlight, it shines with brilliance and is extremely beautiful. When it rains, the mountains in the distance are shrouded in mist and rain, appearing and disappearing, and the eyes are confused. This hazy scenery is also very beautiful.
3. "Like Mengling·Last night the rain dispersed the wind," Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Last night the rain dispersed the wind, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the remaining wine.
Translation: Although there were few raindrops last night, the wind was blowing hard. I slept soundly all night, but when I woke up, I still felt that I was still a little drunk.
4. "Lang Tao Sha Ling·The gurgling rain outside the curtain" Five Dynasties: Li Yu
The rain gurgling outside the curtain is waning in spring.
The gurgling sound of rain came from outside the translation curtain, and the rich spring spirit was about to wither.
5. "Poppy Listening to the Rain" Song Dynasty: Jiang Jie
A young man listens to the rain song upstairs. The red candle dims the tent.
When I was young, I listened to the rain in the singing tower, with red candles and light tents under the dim light.
6. "Die Lian Hua·The warm rain and clear wind are beginning to break the freeze" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The warm rain and clear wind are beginning to break the freeze.
Translation The warm rain and warm wind have taken away some of the chill of winter.
7. "Rain and Clear" Tang Dynasty: Wang Jia
Before the rain, the stamens among the flowers first appeared, and after the rain, there were no leaves at the bottom.
Before the rain, I saw the stamens of a newly bloomed flower for the first time, but after the rain, I didn’t even see a flower under the leaves.
8. "Qing Ping Le·Yu Qing Yan Wan" Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Yu Qing Yan Wan. The new pool of green water is full. Swallows fly to the Weeping Willow Courtyard, and the curtains of the small pavilion are rolled high.
Translation: It is sunny after the rain, light smoke fills the air in the evening, and the green spring water fills the new pond. The swallows flew back to the courtyard where the willow trees drooped, and the curtains in the small attic were rolled up high.
9. "On the Pond after the Rain" Song Dynasty: Liu Xun
The water surface of a rain pond is flat, and a light polished mirror shines on the eaves and couplets.
Translation After a heavy rain, the pond was filled with water, and it was very calm, as if a mirror dipped in water and lightly polished reflected the reflection of the houses on the shore.
10. "Linjiang Immortal: Rain on the Qinglei Pond outside the Liuwai" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
It rains on the Qinglei Pond outside the Liuwai, with the sound of raindrops breaking the lotuses.
Translation There was gentle thunder outside the willow forest, and drizzle fell on the pond; the sound of rain fell in a steady patter, and the drops made a fine clattering sound on the lotus leaves.
7. Poems about praising rain
Most of the poems praising rain are related to spring rain. They are classified below~ Ancient times The cold rain came into Wu at night, and I saw off the guests in Chushangu in the bright morning.
Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian in the Furong Tower" The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sand" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen.
Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn" Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls.
Du Mu: "Qingming" The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" The water is shining brightly and the sky is clear, but the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange.
Su Shi: "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake" The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains" There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and there are many towers in the mist and rain.
Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and two or three rains in front of the mountain. Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" tells of broken mountains and rivers, wind and floating catkins, and ups and downs of one's life.
Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" You asked about the return date but it was not yet scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North" A small building listens to the spring rain all night, and apricot flowers are sold in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs are empty and full of sorrow in the rain.
Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" The rain was light and the wind was violent last night, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the remaining wine. In Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream", the sycamore trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how can one say "sorry"! Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice" Modern/Modern Rain Alley Author: Dai Wangshu, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley. I hope to meet a girl who is as sad and resentful as a lilac. She has the same color as a lilac. As fragrant as lilacs, as sad as lilacs, complaining and wandering in the rain. She is wandering in this lonely rain alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, just like me, walking silently in the cold, desolate, and melancholy world. She walks closer and closer in silence. When I got close, I cast a breath-like look. She floated past me like a dream, sad and confused like a dream. Like a lilac in a dream, this girl floated past me. She got far away silently, as far as the decayed fence. The wall has gone and the rainy alley has disappeared in the mournful song of the rain. Her color has dispersed, her fragrance has dissipated, even her breath-like eyes, lilac-like melancholy, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely road. In the rain lane, I hope that a girl with a lilac-like knot of sorrow will float by. Yu said ----- Singing for the children living on the land of China Zheng Chouyu (Yu said: April has been waiting on the earth for a long time.
) The long-awaited fields and pastures. The long-awaited fish ponds and streams. When the fields were frozen all winter, the seeds were imprisoned. The pastures withered and lost traces of cattle and sheep. When the fish ponds were cold and shallow, swimming fish were stranded. The stream gradually became mute and the song was muted. The rain said, I'm here, I'm here to visit the land in April. I'm here, I'm walking very lightly, and I speak softly. My love is like a thread that weaves the heaven and earth together. Calling every child's baby name is sweet and sure. I'm coming, the thunder and lightning don't make a noise, the wind doesn't crowd. You may know when I'm approaching. Don't open your umbrella to resist me. Don't close your doors and windows, lower your curtains. Don't be too busy putting on your raincoat or hat. Yu said: I came to the earth to be close to you. I am a guest in April. With the baptism of spring, why don't you raise your face and let me kiss you? Why don't you follow me? , follow me to the beat of my footsteps, step on the soil of the field, it will be as moist as ointment, go to the pasture, send out the new seedlings of honeysuckle, go around the pond, say hello to the fish, listen to the stream, practice the new laundry song "Rain" He said: I am here. The place I came from is very far away, where the peaks stand tall and the sky is filled with white clouds. I was once a child and loved to play just like you. However, I was lucky. I grew up laughing in the swaddling clothes of white clouds. I want to teach you to laugh bravely at all these things. Don’t you see, the wicker smiled and bent down when he saw me. The stone lion laughed and burst into tears when he saw me. The little swallow smiled and tilted its wings when it saw me. The second thing, I I also want to teach you to laugh bravely. The flag roared with laughter when I saw it. As long as the flag laughs, the sound of spring will be there as long as you laugh, and the rain will say that the hope of the earth will be there. When I come, there will be no hope. When I go back and you laugh freely, I will rest happily. One day, when you are eating an apple and wiping your mouth, remember that the sweetness in your mouth is my blessing. In the afterglow of the mountain rain, the fog is getting thicker and thicker. It thickened into a shower. The deeper we walked, the deeper we walked into Minangong. The road became darker and darker, and then it became darker. The ink dots at dusk formed an ink landscape. More fog rose from the bottom of the valley. Is it the mountains in the rain or the rain? How can you tell if it is raining in a small pavilion in the mountains? listen! The forest stands tall, and a bird sings deep in the shade, turning the four empty mountains into a verse, waiting for you in the afterglow of the rain. In the rain, in the rainbow-making rain, the sound of cicadas falls, and the sound of frogs rises in a pool of red lotuses. Like red flames, it doesn't matter whether you come or not in the rain, but I feel that every lotus is like you, especially across the dusk, across this drizzle, eternity, moment, moment, eternity is waiting for you, outside of time and within time. , waiting for you, 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, little lover, this hand should pick lotus, this one in Wu Palace The hand should be shaking a handle of cinnamon syrup. In the magnolia boat, a star is hanging on the cornice of the science museum like an earring. A Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock. Suddenly, you come and step on the red lotus after the rain. You come gracefully. Like a little poem, from an allusion of love, you come. From Jiang Baishi's words, rhymingly, you come, the rain scene in Zhu Xiang. There are many of my beloved rain scenes: In front of the window when I dream back on a spring night. The patter of raindrops; the sound of rapid raindrops hitting banana leaves; the mist-like rain wisps on people's faces; the thunderstorm splashed from the lightning - but I love the days when it rains.
Although it is gray but transparent; it contains a silent expectation. And from somewhere in the clouds, a clear bird call floated.
I like "Waiting for You in the Rain" the most. I hope I can help you~~~~~~ Source: Du Niang Personal thoughts.