A collection of 400 poems about rain

The verses that bring rain are as follows:

1. "Early Spring Presents Zhang to the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water, Part One" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty.

The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

Translation: The streets of Beijing are covered with raindrops. The raindrops are as fine and moist as milk. The grass emerges from the ground. From a distance, the grass color is vaguely connected, but when viewed up close, it appears sparse and sporadic. The most beautiful scenery of the year is the scenery in early spring, which is far better than the late spring when the city is full of green poplars.

2. "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty.

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.

Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Translation: The good rain seems to choose the time and fall in the spring when all things emerge. With the gentle breeze, it quietly enters the night. Finely and densely, it nourishes all things on the earth. Thick dark clouds shrouded the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire on a fishing boat on the river emitted a ray of light, which looked particularly bright. When daybreak comes, the damp soil will be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguan City will be a colorful scene.

3. "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You, Song Dynasty.

The world is as thin as gauze in recent years, who makes people ride in Beijing.

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.

Translation: In recent years, the interest in being an official has been as light as a thin veil. Who asked me to ride a horse to Kyoto as a guest and be tainted by the prosperity? Living in a small building, I listened to the patter of spring rain all night long. In the early morning, I heard people selling apricot blossoms deep in the alley.

4. "Spring Rain" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty.

I lie down in white Chinese New Year clothes, with a sparse white door and a lot of regrets.

The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone.

The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.

How can the jade seal and seal be reached? A wild goose flies in the clouds thousands of miles away.

Translation: During the New Year, I lay in bed sadly wearing a white jacket; the white door of my tryst was deserted, and I felt at a loss in my heart. Staring at the red building through the rain, I felt doubly cold and lonely; raindrops like bead foil fluttered on the lantern, and I returned alone. You are on a long journey, should you be even more sad during the Spring Festival Gala? Only Can Xiao can get together in dreams, which is vague and empty. The earring love letter is ready, how can I deliver it? I just hope that the wild geese will fly from the sky.