A poem about two people walking in the rain 1. A poem about a man walking in the rain with an umbrella.
Linjiang Xian: Tower Lock after Dream.
Song: Yan
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking.
When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se.
Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Translation:
In the middle of the night, I dreamed that the balcony door was locked, and the smell of wine faded, but I saw the curtain hanging down heavily. When last year's spring resentment came to mind, people were faint and independent in the falling flowers, and swallows were flying in the breeze and drizzle.
I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, wearing Luo clothes and two heavy words. Pipa flick Committee tells the taste of acacia. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.
cold spring
Song: Chen
In February, Baling was windy, and the cold spring was not over.
Haitang blushed without hesitation and drizzled independently.
Translation:
It is windy almost every day in Baling in February, and the chilly spring brings disaster to the flowers and trees in the garden, which makes people worry and fear!
Delicate begonia, not sparing the bright red flowers, blooms silently in the cold wind and rain alone.
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Writing background:
Linjiang Xian: Tower Lock after Dream.
Yan has formed an indissoluble bond with some singers. In his "Broken Fighter Liu Xia Appreciate the Courtyard", there is a sentence that says, "Remember the brothel on that day, write to the red window in front, and send a little lotus flower from the Iraqi people", which was written by the singer. This poem "Linjiang Fairy, Tower Lock after Dream" is just one of his many poems that miss the singer.
This word expresses the author's memory of the singer Xiaoping. Comparatively speaking, this poem "Linjiang Fairy, Behind the Dream, the Tower is Locked" is unique among the author's numerous ci poems commemorating the singer.
This poem Linjiang Xian is implicit and sincere, and every word is related to love. The first part of the word "When I Hate Last Spring" can be said to be the hour hand in the word, which expresses the poet's pain and confusion because he had a sweet and happy love with Xiaoping. Time is the main clue of this word.
cold spring
This quatrain is not so much about cold spring as about begonia. Speaking of chanting Haitang, I can't forget Su Shi's poem Haitang: "The east wind is full of glory, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor." I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep at night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup. "In fact, these two Haitang poems are all written by Haitang.
The first two sentences of this poem are foreshadowing. "It's windy in Baling in February, and the cold in spring is not over, so I'm afraid of the park." Related to the following, it is not only windy but also rainy today. It's chilly in spring, windy and rainy every day. What's more, the poet is still displaced and adrift. I can't help worrying about the flowers and trees that are about to sprout in the garden.
2. Poems about walking on the mountain with lovers in the rain
Waiting for you in the rain
Yu Guangzhong
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a flame, in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you outside of time
Waiting for you in time, in an instant and in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake the laurel paddle on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Aconitum usually hangs.
The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock. Suddenly you came.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem
You come from a love story.
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
Huanxisha
Year: Yuan Author:
I don't hate the emerald lock moth eyebrow. Luo Yi tried the spring breeze first. Acacia is only for two west and east. The curtain is hung with jade hooks and clouds, and the golden duck is fragrant with rain. This feeling can't be expressed in words.
Three Xiao Yu songs
Year: Song Author: Zhao Fan
There are no mountains in the clouds, but the trees are covered by rain.
When we met, we said we missed each other, and we missed each other.
Fishing sent Huang Renbo to Fengcheng, and then Bo sent my concubine back to China.
Year: Yuan Author: Zhang Jian
In a hurry, in the autumn evening when ChuXiang and Gu Hong flew over Nanpu. Come with the peach leaves, and go first when spring comes. Worried. Ask that song, I've heard people whisper. Tonight is the hardest. Go to fengxi bridge, shut the reed flowers at night, and listen to the rain with candles Wu Shuang's temples, how to protect the broken hat and the west wind. All the filar silk is detached. Old feelings are cold and new, and you always have to pay for the lyrics. You remember. Waiting for the snowy night, Acacia will take advantage of Chaigang Road. Song for you. Pay with the car, call wine lightly, and focus on national fragrance.
3. What are the poems about "Walking in the Rain"?
1, Walking in the rain: Han Yan Modern I like to walk in the rain, let the fine rain pass through my hair tips to wash and soothe my tired mind, and my heart will jump and fly with it. I like to climb high and see far in the rain. The trees and mountains in the distance seem to be covered with a layer of gauze, which is particularly enchanting. I like listening to the sound of rain falling in Mao Mao and playing beautiful notes, and my heart sings along with it. I feel wonderful and happy. Do you know how much I miss you to be with me all the time? When I am depressed, you cry with me. When I am happy, you dance with me. Wherever you go, you always accompany me in my dreams. When you abandon me, you will never leave me, no matter the wind or the rain. Modern Wang Yuling likes to walk in the rain, with a flower umbrella and a white skirt floating gently on the deep path of the courtyard, just like walking into the rain lane described by Dai Wangshu. She likes to walk in the drizzle to dispel the fragrance of long hair. Dancing with the rain, the rain seeped into her heart. The earth is silent. I only heard the whispers of water drops kissing flowers and plants. A sleeve of poems and paintings shed rain obliquely. In the warm pond, the green stacks happily shake off a few dew and summer lotus flowers, but can't hide a petal of red water. I'm shy and wet, and my face is wet. The light rain is touching the heartstrings. A white jade bridge hangs on the rain curtain like a bright moon, and the beauty of lilacs falls with the wind. Some are empty, some are dreamy, and the scenery in the rain is faint and fragrant. If the path in the rain has no end, I want to leave time at the intersection of youth, but I don't. If those lost days are accompanied by dripping drizzle, flapping the flower umbrella and flowing into the past, I still like to walk in the rain and put away the flower umbrella. Gentle love caresses the face, just like washing the purity of the soul. Precipitated land also breeds elegant products of fragrant petticoats. Listening to the rain alone is somewhat charming. 3. Walking in the rain. Author/Sun Xiandai I walked in the rain with a white umbrella, just like a lilac girl walking in the rain lane, but I was not depressed. I am very happy. I like this scene and this rain. I put my heart down to listen to the rain. The size of the jade bead is like playing music. Jade beads are sentimental and broken. I hold an umbrella like Bai Lianhua, and a wisp of fragrance overflows from my heart. I hold an umbrella like a boat umbrella. It was the sails that rowed to that beautiful and happy place in the sea of rain. 4. Walking in the summer rain Author: Hanako Modern is stepping a brisk pace. Friends, let's sing and dance together and walk in the summer rain. This is a long-lost heavy rain, which brings coolness to the vast land. Looking at the thirsty mountains and rivers, sucking the sweet rain and pouring out countless splashes, the trees are greener and more delicate, swaying their arms gently in romantic feelings, standing in the alley, listening to the wind and rain, walking in the summer rain and listening to the coolness of the drizzle. Smelling the rain, drenching with exotic flowers and grass, throwing away my bondage, spreading my warm arms and looking up at the gray sky, raindrops wet my eyebrows and drench my poetic heart. 5. Walking in the rain/The modern spring rain with green maple leaves and red leaves has really come. I didn't see the pattering sound, nor did I hear the ticking sound. Inadvertently found that the semi-wet road was silent for a few days, and the city resumed its usual hustle and bustle. The children with heavy schoolbags were waiting for the bus on the platform. Office workers hurried across the sidewalk of the street, and migrant workers who had just returned from their hometown listened to the trend of the labor market. Vendors in the urban-rural fringe wander in discounted alleys and shopping malls. Posters are forced into my hands again, and the marketing activities of major hotels are getting higher and higher. Different styles of pop songs pervade the sky of this city. Various types of cars grow up in front of the signal lights. One drop of rain fell on my face, and the other fell on my mouth, sticking out the tip of my tongue and licking the rain gently. It turned out to be sweet and delicious. Our meeting came unexpectedly and quietly. Looking at you in the sky, I held my breath and walked alone in the lukewarm city, enjoying this loneliness and looking for your trace.
4. Poems about two people parting in the rain
Liu Yong Yulinling
Cold and sad, Changting was late, and the shower began to rest. All the doors are full of drinks and I am not in the mood. The souvenir place is in Lanzhou. I held my hand and looked at me with tearful eyes, but I was speechless. Thinking about thousands of miles of smoke, the evening is heavy. Family ties have hurt and parted since ancient times. What's worse, I neglected Tomb-Sweeping Day? Where did you wake up tonight, Yang Liuan? The wind is blowing and the moon is waning. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can you tell?
Sauvignon blanc,
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc;
The endless rain in Mao Mao is like a weaving.
I remember when I left.
Tears filled my clothes,
Life is like duckweed,
The news is vague and heartless.
Sitting alone by the window, listening to the wind and rain,
The rain beat the banana and sobbed,
Please welcome an old friend from afar.
Is it safe to break into another country alone,
Don't forget to think of friends far away.
1, the phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, how can it be a sad word? -Song Liqing photo
2. Sad Pillow It rained in the middle of the night, with a little light rain. A little rain hurts northerners and I'm not used to listening. -Song Liqing photo
3. When you ask about the return date, the rain in Bashan (2) rises in the autumn pool at night. -Don Li Shangyin
4. The Bianshui River and the Sishui River flow to Guashan Ancient Ferry, and Wu Shan is a little worried.
5. Walking in the rain Poetry: Walking in the rain
Walking aimlessly and leisurely: along the river bank, they walked side by side on the boulevard.
Walking in the rain: Walking in the rain.
M: Unrestricted and free. Green mountains and green waters flow by themselves, and lakes and clouds shadow fish. Flowers and birds singing, surrounded by green hills, green trees merging, lakes and mountains. A water lily, fragrant and graceful. It's time for you to enjoy drinking and listening to music. Where does the fairy egret fly? Have a drink if you are interested.
The most drunken dream is a storm. Shelter from the rain in the pavilion, wine turns into water, and flowers fall away. Suddenly I heard the flying fairy music on the lake, and I was fascinated by the music. Walking in the rain looking for sound, my clothes are soaked and I don't regret it, because I am exhausted. Smoke gathers and clouds open, which is the agreed sunrise The mountains are heavy and the waters are heavy, but no one can be found, and the green hills on the lake are broken.
6. Poems about walking on the mountain with lovers in the rain
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rain, in the rain making rainbows, cicadas fall, frogs raise a pool of red lotus flowers like flames, whether you come or not in the rain is the same, but I think every lotus flower is like you, especially through the dusk, through such a drizzle, waiting for you forever, outside time, within time, waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity, if your hand is in my hand, at this moment. In the Wu Palace, this hand will shake a laurel paddle. On the Mulan boat, a star hangs from the cornice of the Science Museum, and a Swiss watch shows that it is seven o'clock.
Suddenly, you walk like a poem. You are like a red lotus after the rain. From a love story, you walk like a rhyme in Jiang Baishi's poem. You came to Huanxisha era of: Yuan Author: Zhao Suofei moth and eyebrows. Don't hate it. Luo Yi tried the spring breeze first.
Acacia is only for two west and east. The curtain is hung with jade hooks and clouds, and the golden duck is fragrant with rain.
This feeling can't be expressed in words. Three years of light rain Author: Song Author: Zhao can't see the depths of the mountain, but the rain also covers the trees.
When we met, we said we missed each other, and we missed each other. Fishing sent Bo back to Fengcheng, and Bo asked my concubine to return to China. Author: Zhang Jian hurried, Chu Xiang in autumn night, Gu Hong flew over Nanpu.
Come with the peach leaves, and go first when spring comes. Worried.
Ask that song, I've heard people whisper. Tonight is the hardest.
Go to fengxi bridge, shut the reed flowers at night, and listen to the rain with candles Wu Shuang's temples, how to protect the broken hat and the west wind.
All the filar silk is detached. Old feelings are cold and new, and you always have to pay for the lyrics.
You remember. Waiting for the snowy night, Acacia will take advantage of Chaigang Road.
Song for you. Pay with the car, call wine lightly, and focus on national fragrance.
7. Find a poem describing a woman walking in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Rain Lane Dai Wangshu Rain Lane is holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl with a lilac knot.
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 silently sullen, indifferent, sad and melancholy.
She silently approached and threw a sigh ("too" means "sigh"). She drifted like a dream, like a sad and confused dream. Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl was floated by me in the rain lane (figure 3); She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy path.
In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.
8. Walking in the rain Poetry: Walking in the rain
Walking aimlessly and leisurely: along the river bank, they walked side by side on the boulevard.
Walking in the rain: Walking in the rain.
M: Unrestricted and free. Green mountains and green waters flow by themselves, and lakes and clouds shadow fish. Flowers and birds singing, surrounded by green hills, green trees merging, lakes and mountains. A water lily, fragrant and graceful. It's time for you to enjoy drinking and listening to music. Where does the fairy egret fly? Have a drink if you are interested.
The most drunken dream is a storm. Shelter from the rain in the pavilion, wine turns into water, and flowers fall away. Suddenly I heard the flying fairy music on the lake, and I was fascinated by the music. Walking in the rain looking for sound, my clothes are soaked and I don't regret it, because I am exhausted. Smoke gathers and clouds open, which is the agreed sunrise The mountains are heavy and the waters are heavy, but no one can be found, and the green hills on the lake are broken.