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Modern-Modern Poetry-Listening to the Rain %D%A Collection: Yunchuangmeng Author: Yunchuangmeng %D%A Wan's hoofbeat from far and near %D%A Like a five-stringed piano, he climbed over the Great Wall and awakened the dreamer %D%A, quietly teasing the stupefied curtains %D%A, birds were looking for the nest% D% A, whispering. A, it responds to the rhythm and %D%A, the wind is coming. %D%A stepped on the awning of the opposite family with unwilling and hurried steps. %D%A is mixed. %D%A Unfortunately, I can't see your face clearly in the dark. Is it a pity that no one appreciates %D%A? %D%A won't %D%A A naked insect is lying on the shore %D%A thinking of you tenderly in a galloping dream %D%A# 1 Rain Lane Dai Wangshu %D%A Rain Lane %D%A holding an oiled paper umbrella, walking alone from %D%A seems to be a long way% d. %D%A She has the beauty of %D%A clove, the fragrance of %D%A clove, the sorrow of %D%A clove, the sorrow of %D%A in the rain, and the sorrow of %D%A seems to be wandering; %D%A She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane. %D%A has an oil-paper umbrella. %D%A is the same as me. %D%A walked silently like me. %D%A cold, lonely and melancholy. %D%A She silently approached %D%A and cast a relieved look at% d% a.. %D%A She drifted across %D%A like a dream, while %D%A was as sad as a dream. %D%A dream %D%A small fragrant field, %D%A this woman has been floated by me; %D%A She left quietly and went far away. %D%A came to the rotten fence and %D%A walked through the rain lane. %D%A In the lamentation of the rain, %D%A faded, %D%A lost its fragrance, %D%A lost its fragrance, even her sighing eyes and %D%A's sadness. %D%A is holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, lonely rain lane, %D%A, %D%A, hoping to float past %D%A bitter aunt. %D%A Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night% D% Adufu% D% There will be good rain in spring. %D%A sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. %D%A The trails are dark, and the rivers and boats are bright. %D%A Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguan City are heavy. %D%A In early spring, it appeared in the Ministry of Water Resources. Mr. Zhang was eighteen years old. %D%A Hanyu %D%A The sky is crisp with drizzle, and the grass color of %D%A is far from being seen. %D%A is the best benefit in spring, and %D%A is definitely better than tobacco willow. %D%A Lin 'an Spring Rain Begins %D%A Land Tour %D%A The world has been as thin as yarn for many years, who let the riders in Beijing? % D% A small building listens to the spring rain all night, and deep alleys sell apricot flowers of the Ming Dynasty. %D%A short paper raked in the grass, sunny window and tea play. %D%A plainclothes don't sigh, it's clear enough to go home.