Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. -Tang Hanyu's "Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring"
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Jueju, a monk in southern Song Dynasty.
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. -"The Guest" by Song Zhao Shi Xiu
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -"Jueju" by Monk Zhinan
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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 November 4th Storm, portal design appreciation.
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 November 4th Storm.
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 "Lake Drinking Rain after the Qing Dynasty"
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing a Lonely Ocean".
Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's Little Red Lip
Pink butterflies are dancing on the threshold, and curtains are rolled up later in the day to drain the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"
The wildfire on the mountain is cold and burning, and the butte is wet in the rain. The Han people were nervous when they saw the fireworks on the mountain, but when they heard that there was no war in western Liaoning, they settled down again, bought wine for recreation, and often lay drunk in hotels. -Don Cui Hao's "The Wild Gate of the Conference semifinals"
Liu Wanmei hangs on the cool moon, and the Zhongshan mirror looks more. Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. -Don Dai Shulun's "Lanxi Acura"
The grass grows in Suxi Pavilion. Who will lean on when the east wind stops for twelve days? Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. -Don Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion
Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried. The new ghost wails there, and the old one is loudest in the stormy dark sky. -Tang Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop
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. -Tang Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, and Bai Juyi's Shang Yang White Haired Man: "The shadows behind the lights are lingering, and the dark rain rustles against the window" (excerpt)
Jiang Kui's "Ping Fu sees a move and doesn't want to leave": I'm too old to listen to orchestral music, and it's not convenient to have a drink when I'm sick. Life is alive, and it is rare to encounter good rain before the summer heat this autumn; When enjoying the cool, please let me stay at home with a warm pillow.
Su Shi's Ding Fengbo: If you don't listen to the leaves beating in the Woods, why not sing and walk slowly? Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The cold spring breeze woke me up, and the weather was a little cold, but the mountains caught my eye with oblique photos. Looking back at the bleak land, there is no wind, no rain and no eyes. (My favorite, hehe)
Fang Yue's Listening to the Rain: Zhu Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in his dreams. Opposite the lonely mountain, idle birds don't guess.
Wei's Xixi Chuzhou: I pity the grass alone, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Wang Zao's "Two Stories about Things" (1): Swallows will whisper in summer, and the green locust garden will not be overcast. No one saw the rain in the west window, and the banana was just a few feet away.
Wentong's "After the Rain in Beizhai": After the rain, two birds come to occupy bamboo, and in autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.
Zheng Wenbao's Liu Zhi Ci: Pavilion painting is a spring pool until pedestrians are half drunk; Regardless of the misty rain, I will hate Jiangnan.
Xu Fuchun visits the lake: When will the swallows return? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.
Weng Juan's "April in the Country": The mountains and rivers are covered with white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Spring rain, like a veiled girl, came quietly with the wind, so the flowers smiled and the grass straightened up. ...
Spring rain is like a naughty boy, jumping around, so the willow hair is wet and messy. ...
The storm roared, as if an angry monarch were venting his anger. The branches of the tree trembled in fear in the rain, and the grass bent down and clung to the ground, even afraid to look up. ...