Rainy poem

Rain poem

Tick tock, it's raining,

Rain falls on the grass,

The rain fell on the big tree,

The rain fell on the umbrella,

Reach out my hand,

Rain falls on your palm-

rainy day

rainy day

My memory is a little sour.

I have a ticket with a broken corner.

Standing in the rain

The train has already started.

I'm a minute late.

But doomed to regret for life.

rain

( 1)

Standing in the middle of the silent square

The clear fountain spouted gorgeous patterns.

Water drops splashed all over the ordinary face.

Cool and clear

Drop by drop, the corners of the mouth are sweet.

(2)

Blue sky

Gray paint appeared instantly.

The pigeon in the square is flying very low. Look at it.

Looking at the same eye, I saw the sky with dark clouds.

Everything is vague, dreamy and hazy.

(3)

The man standing in front of the pool.

The thin clothes are dim and gaunt.

Bare skin reveals a hint of coolness.

That's not a clear spring

It is a slight red rain, falling from the sky like a cloud.

(4)

Slightly red rain fluttering.

Full of clear pools and moist eyes.

Moisten a dry heart

Rain, here we go again. ..

She quietly filled the void on the court.

It adds a bit of leisure trouble. ..

It's raining.

Why did you come?

Were you abandoned by others in the sky?

Well, who told you to be so naughty?

Xiaba ..

Feeling embarrassed, I got off. ..

Shoot down the water droplets splashed on the ground. ..

Consider it a testimony to your glorious life.

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.