Poems about the ruthlessness of rain 1. Find a heartless poem about rain.
I thought I could forget your beautiful eyes in this long journey, and I could cut off the lingering feelings and the sadness that the autumn wind could not blow away. Who would have thought that in the end, the mountains and rivers still love, and your figure is still there. Have you forgotten me? Why else don't you believe that you once cherished me? Otherwise, why do smiles always decorate my dreams and leave beautiful fantasies? Do we have fate? It's just hard to meet at the end of the source. Will the years we missed leave me with sadness and sorrow? If you are not happy enough, don't frown. Life is too short to cultivate grievances, open dusty doors and windows, and let the sunshine and rain fill every corner. Vilen, who is heading for life, let the wind iron his forehead, which can dilute his sadness, while dark color can cover light color. You have no reason to be depressed for you. It's autumn, and you have no reason to be proud. It's spring for you, autumn is not as beautiful as spring, and spring is not as strong as autumn. A silent gesture of oil painting is enough to fascinate the world, not only because it is sacred, not only because it is quiet, but also because it is an enlightenment, because she tells us in the image of modern people that meditation is a kind of beauty, a kind of boldness and a kind of virtue. I read it in my eyes. You, you have made it very clear from your words that I am reserved and unrestrained, which is a virtue. Don't tell me that only the eyes are the true reflection of the soul. If there is no language, we can only get silence in loneliness ... faint clouds swimming in love. Don't be a prisoner. Don't ban the freedom of others for your own comfort. How can you enjoy it if you don't get too much of the best? There's too much to worry about. Too worried. In autumn, the river flows, the fog is faint, the rain is faint, and the clouds are long. As long as you have loved once, if you haven't met, maybe your mood will never be heavy. If you really miss it, I'm afraid your life will be hard. One look is enough to make your heart pass by the hurricane. A deeper understanding of the landscape on land is enough to make a weak heart haggard. Every time I look at autumn water, I hope I can die in tears. How can we not love leisurely, and how can we be indifferent? As long as you love once, it is a life without regrets. Perhaps, there will never be a day as gorgeous as sunrise in the future. Perhaps, there will never be a day when success is as brilliant as a lamp. You can only climb like this, but you can't reach the top. Perhaps, you can only run like this but can't afford the waves. Perhaps, what we can give you is just a heart that has gone through many vicissitudes and a weather-beaten face. We can deceive others, but we can't deceive ourselves. When we go to the leafy May, youth will no longer be mysterious. The road to progress is always bumpy. It's not easy for some people to be sad and others to be happy. When we cross a mountain, we will cross a true self. I don't expect to give it back to you, so I don't expect it. I hope to come back. If one day I pay only to get it, how small I will become. If you were a lake, I would like to be surrounded by banks. If you are a mountain, I would like to be a grass man to decorate your face. You may not be able to make yourself great, but you can certainly make your heart lofty and eternal. How can we demand the vicissitudes of the world? What will never change is that you will never be ashamed to see people's sincerity and kindness. No matter what kind of clothes you wear, your heart will be too unattractive and too silent. Sometimes for love, you quietly avoid it, but what you can't avoid is the feeling of silence. Wandering in my sleep in the moonlight, I often say that I don't understand. Not that I don't want to love. It's not that I don't. I'm afraid love is also a kind of injury. Give me a smile. Don't give me too much affection. Let me repay your feelings. Debt is the heaviest. How can I forget to give me a smile? Like a glass of wine, like a breeze. This is the most touching declaration. As if spring is warm and elegant, I miss you. I cherish them all, too. For us, memory is an indelible day-it will never turn yellow. When we are together, it is always short. When we look forward to it, it's always a long time. How many shiny lines did the stream pick up? If you want to miss me, look at the twinkling stars in the sky. My eyes are on you-the back of light is always simple, the back of scenery is always young, and youth is a clear back. It is always subtle and subtle. This is a kind of charm. The back is always lonely and unforgettable. However, I prefer to let others admit that as long as there is nothing wrong with the road, fame and fortune have always been flowers and shackles. No matter what the ending becomes, there is bound to be an eternal happiness in the process of flowing. Although I sometimes pray for a moment to make my life brilliant, I prefer to keep my mind quiet and indifferent. I know that happiness is the post of life, and pain is the voyage of life. I know that the best gift is to send you a quiet sky when you are in a heavy mood. You will be confused and awake in the dead of night. You will feel a pair of warm eyes. I know that when you dry the tears on your cheeks, you will smile brightly. I will say to you gently, let's go. Look, Sophora japonica is fragrant and the moonlight is bright. Traveling to distant places has a temptation for us, either beautiful or legendary. Even if the distant scenery is not satisfactory, we don't need to care, because this is really a fascinating mistake. Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn, and all happiness will follow you. It's a full moon, a lack of it, and a poetic wish-write a birthday to a friend because of your arrival. The sky turned into a beautiful day, and since then, the world has added a touch of attractive color, and the painting screen in my memory has also added many beautiful memories. My dear friend, please accept my deep blessing. May all the joy accompany you to a distant place, a familiar place without scenery. If talent is not recognized, it is better to accumulate strength through persistence than curse. There is no curse. It will only dim the original light, and the spirit of the tree will be lost in the dim light. What's more, floating clouds float, floating clouds float. Since no one knows the stars today, why not make a bright moon tomorrow? If life is not generous enough, we don't have to be stingy. Why do you have to carefully calculate how much you have to pay and how much you get?
2. Poetry about cheerful and heartless rain waves.
-Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake" is full of surprises, the stars are on the temples, and the geese are drizzling.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. -Zhinan monk quatrains, Weicheng is light in the rain and full of flowers in late autumn. -
Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and there are beautiful flowers in Yangchun Budeze. (Lu you.
In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away. Anger at the crown: Qingming) 8. On a cold rainy night, Lianjiang people, Wu, sent the guests alone.
(Wang Changling. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream.
-Lu You's "The Wind and Rain on November 4" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night has seven or eight stars in the sky.
All the accounts are not in the mood, nostalgia, Lanzhou urged, green hemp fiber. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. After the rain, the mountains are empty, which is a good scene in name only.
There are many kinds of customs, and Haitang remains the same. Do you know that?/You know what? You know, there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle, and lie in the shade at night to listen to the wind and rain.
I would like to ask the shutter man, is there a horseshoe sound in the shallow grass? The next step is to drip water until dawn. Green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to go back to the small building, and a lantern is swaying on a pearl screen. My lonely heart comes home. There are two red rooms facing the cold and hiding in the rain. Listening to the spring rain, the apricot blossoms are not mature, the night rain, the dream of the iron horse glacier, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls; ? Tears fell from her sad white face, pear flowers hated clouds with spring rain, and Jiangnan was still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain.
Changting was late, and the shower began to rest. Cold rain at night Wu? It should be that the phoenix tree is green, fat and red, and it is drizzling. At dusk, bit by bit, the evening smoke and spring rain cross the Maple Bridge. (Su Shi.
A puff of tobacco, full of wind, swift flying. Seven or eight stars are out of the sky, and autumn is cold. The falling flowers are independent, the guest house is green and willow-colored, and it is absolutely better than the misty willow in the imperial city —— Tang Hanyu's eighteen members of the early spring show water department, the peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the ducks. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes of the Spring River in Hui Chong" The east wind is easy to distinguish: "Mid-Autumn Festival in the mountains") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. It didn't rain on the mountain road. If you ask how much free time you have.
-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 on the Lake after the Qing Dynasty", the mountains and rivers are broken and surging.
At most, it is the benefit of a spring. Now listening to the rain monk coming down from the house, it rained before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock-Xijiang Moon of Xin Qiji. 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. Rain and strong wind are evil: "1 1 April 4") 7. It rains in succession during Qingming Festival: "In the Mountains") 5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
(Zhang) Blowing your face is not cold.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
Put down the curtains. Just don't forget that today, the rain rises in the autumn pool.
Yu Meiren? . -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 meets the sky and the lotus leaf is infinitely bright. -Yang Wanli's "Morning Sending Wooden Square in Jingci Temple"-Every family in Huangmei has experienced ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingdingyang" After the rain, the mountains are empty and green, and the clothes are wet-(Wang Wei's "In the Mountains") On a cold rainy night, Wu Man's "Drinking on the Lake") Jiang Yu is decadent, the mountains in Qi are empty and rainy, and the mountains and rains are strange, but it is said that the rain lies in the middle of the night, listening to the wind and rain, and the beads fall on the boat. It rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, but I still remember that night, that storm, and the spring breeze in February like scissors. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times; ? Break up with Xinjian at Furong Inn) 9. The acropolis was soaked in the rain, and the guest house was green and willow-colored.
(Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is clear and bright, but (Wang Wei, everything is brilliant-I don't know who cut the thin leaves in China's ancient Yuefu poem Long Songs. It rains when plums are yellow.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. 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 and snowing, and the wind is blowing gently in Gu Feng. Standing in the autumn night, Pingming, Fujian, Chushan-(Wang Changling. In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and grass frogs are everywhere in the pond? .
This time. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi" is in the 480 Hall in the Southern Dynasties. The stream in the east is raining and foggy, but the road is clear, but the sun is shining. There is no rain in my life, and there is no rain. I want to know how many flowers are broken in the autumn night. -(Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") There is no rain on the mountain road.
(Wang Wei, in the Ming Dynasty, apricot flowers were sold in deep alleys, and there were thousands of curtains of rain in late autumn. A flute on the balcony is beautiful at sunset, and the mountains are empty and rainy. In the quiet, who do you talk to, when it is in the spring stream: "Fishing Song") 6. It's even worse to lie down and listen to the wind and rain at night. How to blow your face?
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.
A deep sleep needs no residual wine, and the dusk is heavy. In "An Empty Mountain after the Rain", frogs are everywhere in the grass pond-Song Zhao Shi Xiu's "Guests"-why do you hate Fang Fei's absence? The Woods in summer are gloomy and pleasant. -Qin Song Guan's "Black Sky in March" is full of red and purple eyes, and the cuckoo makes a new sound in summer. Autumn water * * * is the color of the sky-Tang Wang Bo's "Preface to Wang Ge's Farewell and Autumn Happiness Knee", all trees are in autumn, and only mountains and hills are illuminated-Tang Wang Ji's "Wild Hope" is accompanied by autumn geese and Changfeng, and I face them from this villa and drink my wine-
3. A pitiless poem lamenting the ravages of rain
1. The sound of the river is raining, and the sun holds the rainbow. -Du Shenyan
2. The heavy rain swells the barren stream, which is a torrent. -Su Shi
The sound of rainstorm is the same as that of waterfall, but quicksand and dust are different. -Xu Tang
The storm thundered and thundered, and suddenly came from the wind. Feng Xue
5. Running in the torrential rain, lightning and thunder. -Yuan Zhen
6. The yard was gloomy and blue, and it was caught in a rain, and it was as red as a sweep. -Wang
7. Storms and lightning are crazy, and the sun is shining in the dark. -Yuan Zhen
8. Wind and rain hit each other, and the eaves are pulled quickly. -Ren Hua
9. The snake ran into the seat, and the sound of showers and cyclones was full. -Zhang Wei
4. What poems describe "sadness in rainy days"?
1. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
2. "Like a dream, the wind suddenly blew and it rained last night."
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
3. "The waves of sand make the rain gurgle outside the curtain."
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
4. "Crying at night, it was stormy last night."
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage is a broken pillow, so you can't sit still.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
5. Dried prunes, Rain, Pear and Deep Gate
Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin
Red moss steps and green branches, Du Yu's voice, Du Yu's voice sad! Make love for a long time and then separate, Cai Feng flies alone and Cai Feng lives alone.
When is the lovesickness after parting? It's hard to know in the future? Will it be difficult in the future? Why do you have this feeling of lovesickness? A love story, a love poem.
When the rain hits the pear, it closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are charming, and the moon is charming.
Sorrow gathers eyebrows, and a thousand tears mark ten thousand tears marks. See the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. When I walk, I miss you; Even when I am sitting, I miss you.
5. Love poems and ancient poems about rain
It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky. Du Fu's "Water Threshold to Send Heart"
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
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
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Wang Wei's "Autumn in the Mountain"
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Huanxisha in Qin Guan
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. Wang Wei: In the mountains.
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: Yu Gezi
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day.
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. Su Shi: Rain after Drinking Chuqing Lake
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. On June 27, Su Shi's Drunk Book of Wanghu Building
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Monk Zhinan's quatrains
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"
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
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing Lingdingyang"
The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall. Han Yu's "Going to Liuzhou Tower to Send Zhang Tingfeng to Four States"
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Bai Juyi's Preface to Pipa
A rain in the night sky for no reason broke the heart of homesick Wan Li. Rainy night in Zhang Yong
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. Li Shangyin's Short Message to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
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. The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. The "more leakage" of the text, the tourists thundered under their feet, and the dense clouds could not turn away. 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. Su Shi's rainstorm in Youmeitang
I didn't hear the lonely guest's ear all night, only listening to the rustling of rain and bananas outside the blue screen window. Tidal Huanxisha
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Li Qingzhao's Dream.
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice" Young people listen to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese 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. Jie Jiang's young mermaid
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Song Guan's "Cold House in the Desert of Huanxisha" is coming, and the cock crows. If you meet a gentleman, you don't have to worry about it? The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window. Why not be embarrassed when you meet a gentleman? The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman? -The Book of Songs "The Storm"
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you! -"Evil" by Erhan Yuefu
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl. Skillful hands, make a loom. Tears fall like rain all day long; The river is clear and shallow, how much is the difference! Between water and water, there are no words. -"Cowherd Star" two Han Yuefu
Calendar barnyard grass * * * to follow, once resigned. Water is injected to the east, and there is no turning back to the west. The rainy night falls on the empty steps, and the light of dawn leaves the room in the dark. I don't drink when I'm sad. When can I be together? -He Xun in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, "Leaving Sorrow at Night"
The guest misses for a hundred years, but walking alone weighs a thousand miles. It rained black in the river, and the waves and Whitestorm began to rise. -Northern and Southern Dynasties, He Xun, he stared at the desolate moon in the temporary palace, and he heard the bell in the evening rain, cutting his chest. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Cao Qinghu, Wan Li, and Huang Meiyu. I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha"
The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Early Spring in South Lake"
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Tang Bai Juyi's Preface to Pipa.
Red banjiang bridge green wine flag, pavilion baby palace sunset warm. Poor rain stops the east wind, and thousands of trees hang down separately. -Yang Liuzhi by Don Bai Juyi
6. Rain and rain are ruthless sentences
1, heavy rain is like pouring a basin of water, and your eyes are white. After a while, small bubbles appeared in the small puddle on the ground, and raindrops hit the ground and played music. They fell to the ground together like stragglers and landed safely. It rained harder and harder, and lightning and thunder kept singing to the sound of rain. The flowers and trees outside seem restless, swaying and panicked. People who walk at night outside are struggling to move forward, and the naked eye can't see the opposite side. The thunder was deafening and people were terrified, so they had to "hide" at home.
When I went out, I found it was raining harder than what I saw at home just now. There is a gust of wind from time to time, which makes me confused between southeast and northwest! I walked forward with my umbrella, listening to the sound of rain particles as big as beans hitting the umbrella, and I felt that the umbrella would fall apart in an instant.
3. The rainstorm began to wreak havoc in this city. The rain column is flying all over the sky, shooting at us like thousands of sharp arrows, which is overwhelming and powerful. Plants are struggling, desperately grasping the earth and making a final effort; Animals galloped in the rain to avoid the attack of heavy rain.
Suddenly, there was a burst of thunder. In the sky, my father-in-law Lei quarreled with others, which was very fierce. It's raining, from small to underground, ticking ... these sounds are getting louder and louder. The thunder rumbled several times in a row, so loud that the students covered their ears and their hearts seemed to jump out. It rained harder and harder until school was over. Some students crowded at the school gate, looking helplessly at the sky without umbrellas.
Fengshen's sharp arrow roared and shot at the helpless earth, giving out bursts of cheers. The trees on the roadside shook their clumsy limbs as much as possible to avoid the rain arrows, but in spite of this, the trees were all black and blue in an instant. The small pond in front of the house was soon filled with a large area of yellow water. The duckweed on the river curled up in a corner of the pond like a frightened child. The river turns violently with the wind direction, and the waves on the river keep rolling.