Beautiful Poems about Rainy Days 1. Beautiful Poems about Rainy Days
Recommend a few poems about rain that I like very much. I hope I like them:
Early Spring Presents Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water by Tang Han Yu
The sky is drizzly and crisp, but the grass color is not near at a distance. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far more than the late spring of green willows.
Song Su Shi's Dingfengbo
Don't listen to the sound of rain through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly.
bamboo sticks and sandals are lighter than horses. Who's afraid? A raincoat of coir raincoat, let the wind and rain, still live my life.
It's chilly in the spring, and it's slightly cold, but it's greeted with a slanting view on the hill.
looking back at the bleak place, there is no rain or shine.
Su Shi. Rainstorm in Youmeitang
There was a thunder at the soles of the feet of tourists, and the dense clouds could not be dispelled.
A dark wind blows the sea, and rain flies over Jiang Lai in eastern Zhejiang.
it's very golden, and a thousand sticks knock on the drum to urge you to break the knot.
arouse the fallen fairy spring to sprinkle the noodles, and pour the dumpling room to shed the roses.
Su Shi. Drunk Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th
Dark clouds turned over the ink and failed to cover the mountain, while white rain jumped into the boat.
the wind comes and blows away, and the water looks like the sky below the lake.
In addition, there are some famous sentences about rain:
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn
after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
There is no rain on the mountain road in Wang Wei's Mountain Residence in Autumn, and the clothes are wet in the air.
In the Mountain, Wang Wei's
There is a green bamboo hat and a green coir, and there is no need to return in the oblique wind and drizzle. Zhang Zhihe's "Fisherman's Song"
Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse Glacier dreams. Lu You's The Storm on November 4th
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Du Mu's Qingming Festival
Cold and rainy night people in the river, Wu, Pingming saw off guests in Chu Mountain. Wang Changling's "at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian"
Weicheng is bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Wang Wei's
Sending the Second Envoy to Anxi
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. Su Shi:After drinking the rain from Chu Qing on the lake, you don't have to go home because of the slanting wind and drizzle. Zhang Zhihe's Fisherman's Song
Stained with clothes, I want to wet apricot blossoms and rain, and my face is chilly. "Jueju" by Zhinan monk
Weicheng is also light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Wang Wei's
Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi
Four hundred and eighty temples in the southern dynasties, with many towers in the misty rain. Du Mu's Poem of Jiangnan Spring
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, the Iron Horse Glacier dreams. Lu You's November 4th Storm
Good rain knows the season, and spring happens. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night by Du Fu
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. Su Shi's Rain after Drinking Chu Qing on the Lake
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet. Wang Wei's "In the Mountains"
It rained suddenly last night. A deep sleep does not leave a hangover. I asked the shutter man, but said, "Haitang is still there." Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat and thin! Li Qingzhao's Dream
2. Who has a beautiful poem about rain
I often walk in the light rain to look for light rain, which often lingers in my heart like an elegant poem, but my face is even more lonely when there is no one to rain, but there is no trace on my face ... Every time a light rain floats, it always evokes my memories ... Don't listen to the sound of trees and leaves, so why not sing and walk?
bamboo sticks and sandals are lighter than horses. Who's afraid? A raincoat of coir raincoat, let the wind and rain, still live my life. The spring breeze cool, will my wine to wake up, the cold beginning of the cold, the sun of the mountain peak of the sun but in time to meet.
looking back at the bleak place, there is no rain or shine. 1. Dongpo is proud that there is no natural barrier in the world, and Dajiangdong will not go back.
The poetic sentiment is better than that in the north of the Yangtze River, and the painting is full of meaning in the south of the Yangtze River. The general trend of the atmosphere is generous, and the benevolence and righteousness are great.
In the dream, they often meet each other, and they wake up only after hundreds of years. The first song: Nian Nujiao's Red Cliff is nostalgic for river of no return, and the waves are exhausted. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang.
Rocks go through the air, and the waves beat on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The majestic river shan qi, such as the picture, how many heroic heroes emerge at a time.
in the past, Xiao Qiao was married for the first time, and he was handsome and handsome. Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, strong Lu ashes.
I wander in my old country, and I am passionate about Ying Xiao Wo, so I was born early. The world is like a dream, and one statue is still on the moon.
The second song: On Jiangchengzi Lake, I was assigned with Zhang Xian, and I heard that it was raining on Phoenix Mountain and Chu Qing. The water is clear and the wind is clear, and the sunset is bright.
a lotus (3) blooms in Shang Yingying. Where to fly double egrets, if interested, Mu Pingting.
I suddenly heard that there was a mourning Zheng on the river. Bitter and affectionate, who will listen? Smoke gathered in the clouds, according to the agreement is Xiang Ling 6.
if you want to ask for it at the end of the song, you can count the peaks. The third song: the water tune song (when is the bright moon) is the Mid-Autumn Festival (1), and I am drunk and drunk. I wrote this article and I am pregnant.
when will there be a bright moon? ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is today.
I want to go home by the wind [6], but I'm afraid of the beautiful buildings and the lonely heights [6]. Dance to find out the shadow, how it seems to be on earth.
turn to Zhuge, and be quiet, and take photos without sleep. There should be no hate, and when things are long, they will be round.
people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs, which is an ancient problem. I hope people will live for a long time, thousands of miles away.
Lonely boudoir, tender heart, full of sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.
I'm listless, but I'm in no mood. Where people are, even the sky and the grass are everywhere, and the road to return is broken.
-song? Li Qingzhao's "Dianjiang Lips" last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew suddenly, and a deep sleep did not need residual wine. Ask the shutter man, but the Chinese flowering crabapple remains the same.
do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin -Song? Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream" is a lonely boudoir, and her heart is full of sorrow.
cherish the spring, and hurry the flowers and rain. Leaning all over, I just have no mood.
where there are people, even the sky and the grass, you can't see the way back. -Song? Li Qingzhao's "Dianjiang Lips" last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew suddenly, and a deep sleep did not need residual wine.
I ask the shutter man, but I know that Haitang is still there. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin
-song? Li Qingzhao's Dream. 1. but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn) 2. after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
(Wang Wei's Autumn Borer in the Mountain) 3. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet.
(Wang Wei's "In the Mountains") 5. You don't have to go home in a slanting wind and drizzle. (Zhang Zhihe's "Fisherman's Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier man dreams.
(Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th") 7. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. (Du Mu's "Qingming") 8. Cold and rainy night people in Lianjiang, Wu, Pingming sent guests to Chushan alone.
(Wang Changling's "at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian") 9. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi") 1. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
(Su Shi's Rain after Drinking Chu Qing on the Lake).
3. A beautiful poem about rain
Green bamboo slips, green bamboo slips, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to return.-Zhang Zhihe's "Fisherman"
I want to get wet with apricot flowers and rain, and my face is cold with willow wind. -"Jueju" by the monk Zhinan
Weicheng is light and dusty in the morning rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi"
In the Southern Dynasties, there were 48 temples. -Du Mu's Poem of Jiangnan Spring
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, Tiema Glacier dreams. -Lu You's November 4th Storm
When it rains well, it happens in spring. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Seven or eight stars are out of the sky, two or three points rain before the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Qingming by Du Mu
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking the Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is floating and the rain is beating the ping-Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang
after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening-(Wang Wei: Living in the Autumn)
The mountain road is empty and green. Friends, if Luoyang friends ask me to come; Just say that I still bing Xin Okho, adhere to faith!
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, Tao is merciless but affectionate.
the autumn wind is bleak, the autumn grass is yellow, and the autumn night is long. I feel that the autumn window is endless, which is as bleak as the wind and rain. -A Dream of Red Mansions
"Leave the residual lotus to listen to the sound of rain" Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, and it is alone in the drizzle.
The fallen flower is independent, and the swift flies in both directions
4. Poems about describing the beautiful mood in rainy days
Poems about describing the beautiful mood in rainy days include:
1. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
It's good to know the rainy season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
the wild trails are all dark, and the river boats are all bright. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers are heavy in Jinguan City.
Translation:
Good rain seems to pick the right time and come in the spring when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.
thick dark clouds cover the fields and paths; Little lights, flashing fishing boats on the river Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, and Chengdu will be full of flowers.
2.
The original text of Jueju Gumuyin Middle Tent in Zhinan, Southern Song Dynasty:
The Gumuyin Middle Tent, with a stick and a quinoa, helped me cross the east of the bridge.
I want to get wet with clothes, and my face is cold with willows.
Translation:
I tied the boat under the shade of a tall old tree; Walking across the bridge with crutches, I enjoyed the beautiful spring scenery.
the drizzle won't wet my clothes. It floats on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making the flowers more brilliant. The breeze blowing on my face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is particularly embarrassing.
3.
In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Autumn in a Mountain Residence" Original:
after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.
Translation:
After a new rain, how green was my valley becomes more and more quiet. As night falls, a cool breeze blows gently, which makes people feel more autumn. The bright moonlight reflected the pine forest, and the spring water gurgled over the stone.
There were bursts of laughter and laughter in the bamboo forest. It turned out that the laundry girls had returned and the lotus leaves were floating. It was a fishing boat going down the river. Although the fragrance of spring has long gone, I am intoxicated by this wonderful autumn color and still yearn for a long stay.
4. In the Tang Dynasty, Han Yu wrote "Early Spring Appears Outside Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water"
Original text:
The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is not close at a distance.
the best thing is the spring of the year, which is absolutely better than the smoke and willow in the imperial capital.
Translation:
There are many silk rains over the Capital Avenue. It is as fine and moist as butter, and the grass is faintly connected in the distance, but it looks sparse and sporadic when you look closely.
this is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the city full of green willows.
5. In Song Dynasty, Su Shi wrote "Two Poems of Rain after Drinking Chu Qing on the Lake (Part II)"
Original text:
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
if you want to compare the west lake to the west lake, it is always appropriate to make up lightly and heavily.
Translation:
On a sunny day, the West Lake is rippling with water waves. Under the sunshine, it is radiant and beautiful. When it rains, the mountains in the distance are shrouded in misty rain, and the eyes are confused. This hazy scenery is also very beautiful.
If the beautiful West Lake is compared to Beauty Beauty, whether it's light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always bring out her natural beauty and charming charm.
5. Beautiful sentences or poems about rain
Modern poetry] Raindrops
The whole meaning lies in your
clear moonlight, like a drop fed by lotus dew
the clear sound of rippling waves in the spring stream is watching
the news of instant life
clearing the frost! My brother
We came from the dark and horrible forest
(this is where beauty often happens)
We proudly joined the weeping swan brigade
We attended the funeral for the angel
We had no choice
(except mourning for beauty)
Exquisite tears and elegant elegies
From the sacred bird. Harmony in Nai ...
(occasionally naughty whitebait spits out a string of blisters and bursts into pearls
but because it is too small, few people see it)
Suddenly (neither earlier nor later),
You feed a mouthful of blood and it floats on the forehead of the fairy bird.
Tens of thousands of red dragonflies fall on the feathers as white as water lilies.
Trembling the pale green moonlight permeates the rosy halo.
We smile.
We smile in white.
The rain lane (Dai Wangshu) is wandering alone in the long, lonely rain lane with an oiled paper umbrella. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and, like me, she is as indifferent, sad and melancholy as I am. She approached silently, approached, and cast a sighing look. She drifted by, like a dream, like a dream. Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She silently away, away, to the decadent fence, into the rain lane. In the sad song of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed and dissipated, even her sighing eyes were lilac-like. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane, I hope to float across a girl with a lilac knot. Modern Poetry-Listening to the Rain Collection: Dream in a Cloud Window Author: Dream in a Cloud Window Ma Benteng's hoofbeat from far to near is like the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. In the dream, the people whisper to tease the standing curtain and the birds look for it. It seems as if there is no cold steel jungle, and it has become a dangerous and craggy river bank. The huge white flowers have fallen into pieces. It has come with the rhythm and the wind, and it has stepped on the opposite family with unwilling and urgent steps. Insects who don't wear clothes lie on the shore and feel your gentle thoughts about raindrops in the galloping dream. It's raining again in the sky. The cold and cold feeling drips into the palm of your hand and wakes up the softness curled up in the deepest place. Suddenly, I have a feeling of listening to the rain. Look, the little raindrops are about to be patted.