The poem praising the sky after the rain is introduced in detail as follows:
1. "Late Clear" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty:
1. Living deep in Foujia City , spring is gone and summer is still clear. God's will is to pity the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night. And add high pavilions and small windows. After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns.
2. After experiencing continuous rain in early summer, the poet Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty climbed up to the high city gate and overlooked the city wall. God must have pity on the grass growing in the darkness. So towards evening, the rain finally stopped and the sky cleared up.
2. "The Huansha River is made up of green and green bamboo paths." Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty:
1. The green and green bamboo paths are made up of jagged paths, and the new lotus sheds tears in the rain. The Qulan turns obliquely to the small pond pavilion, and the wind is about to return to the Yanyan in a hurry. The water shakes the fan and plays with the shadow of the fish, and the willow branches are left with the sun slightly clear.
2. The poet Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty still wrote about the scene of sunny days after rain. Rows of green bamboos have been formed, and there is a winding path beside the bamboos. The rainwater hits the lotus leaves and jumps away. , that small pavilion, at the end of the nine-turn corridor, the wind blew the curtains, and the swallows flew back in a hurry.
3. "Qingping, Yu, Sunny and Late" by Feng Yan of the Five Dynasties:
1. It rains and clears at night, and the green water and the new pool are full. Swallows fly to the Weeping Willow Courtyard, and the curtains of the small pavilion are rolled high. At dusk, I lean against Zhulan alone, and the crescent moon in the southwest crescents. The flowers are falling and the wind is blowing, and the clothes are especially cold in spring.
2. In the evening, the rain finally stopped, the pool was filled with water, and the sky was shrouded in light smoke. A pair of swallows flew back to the courtyard where the weeping willows lay, and on the small building in the courtyard, The curtain has been rolled up, and a person is leaning against the red railing alone at dusk. A crescent moon hangs in the southwest sky, and the fallen flowers under the steps are blown up by the wind.