There are countless poems about drizzle by the ancients. Among them, there are several poems directly titled drizzle:
drizzle
[Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin< /p>
Go back to the pavilion in a leisurely way, and pass by the short pavilion slightly. When the air is cool, the bamboos are moved first, but the branches are not opened.
The swallows are slightly higher and the fireflies are slightly sparse. The tobacco color of hometown is still close to Wumenqing.
Drizzle
[Tang Dynasty] Wen Tingyun
Pingxuan looks at the autumn rain, and the coolness enters the summer, and the clothes are clear. Birds disappear frequently, and the clouds become lighter for a while.
The marsh apples are blooming more and more, and the mountain leaves are still singing when they move. Chu Ke is on the Qiujiang River, and the sentiments of his old country are fluttering.
Dry Rain
[Song Dynasty] Lu You
Dry rain and heavy clouds gradually enter the plum blossoms, and new locust trees grow in Yinyinmen Lane. Great ambition has passed away with age, and there should be no cure for hair loss.
When you sleep well, you are often awakened by the orioles, but when you are sad, you have to drink wine to wake up. The past few years have been different for PepsiCo, who wrote poems carelessly and lazily edited them.
Drizzle
[Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli
Lonely and speechless, I lean against the door alone, the plum blossoms are drizzling at dusk.
The poor eaves are not free and unrestrained, and the little bits have never left the old traces.
Xiaoyu
[Song Dynasty] Chen Yuyi
Avoiding the bandits and annoying the three elders, you will know that it is a happy trip. Pinghu is subject to drizzle, and boats are sent to the far shore.
The heaven and earth are deeply saddened, but the mountains and rivers comfort us for a long time. The sailing boat is uneven, but I don't realize that my heart is resting.
Drizzle
[Song Dynasty] Fang Hui
The clouds are not there yet, but they are not even the slightest bit. You don't have to look at it for a few times before you can know it with your face.
The accumulation can form tree drops, but they are scattered and suddenly blown by the wind. The first signs of burning in the wild are the poems of spring whipping politicians.
There are also countless poems related to drizzle, such as:
Yu Gezi
[Tang Dynasty]? Zhang Zhihe
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.
Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Quequatrains
Shi Zhinan of the Song Dynasty
A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east bridge.
The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
Mei Yu
[Tang Dynasty]?Du Fu
On Xipu Road in Nanjing, yellow plums ripen in April. Zhan Zhan goes to the Yangtze River, and the drizzle comes.
The Mao Ci is sparse and easy to get wet, and the clouds and fog are dense and difficult to open. On the unexpected day, the dragon was happy, coiling in the vortex and returning to the shore.
Two poems on the water threshold, one of them
[Tang Dynasty] Du Fu?
Going to Guoxuan Yingchang, there is no village to look at. The Chengjiang River is flat on a few banks, and the secluded trees have many flowers in the evening.
In the drizzle, fish come out, and in the breeze, swallows slant. There are 100,000 households in the city, but there are only two or three here.
Two poems by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in early spring
[Tang Dynasty]? Han Yu?
The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but there is no trace up close . The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Mo Daoguan is busy as the boss, and he has no desire to pursue youth when he is young. Pingjun first went to the head of the river to see if the willow color was dark or not.
Caught in light rain on the Jianmen Road?
[Song Dynasty]? Lu You
There are traces of dust and wine on his clothes, and there are no traces of wine on his clothes.
This figure is the poet's last, riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. ?
Send money to scholars ?
[Tang Dynasty]?Liu Changqing
The spring breeze leans on the wall of Helv City, and the water country is cold in spring and clear again. The drizzle makes the clothes wet and invisible, and the flowers falling to the ground are silent.
The shadow of a solitary sail on the river as the sun sets, the green grass and the love of Hunan thousands of miles away. If you meet an acquaintance and ask about it when you go, your spring robe will have already misled the Confucian scholar.
Hengtang
[Song Dynasty]?Fan Chengda?
When spring comes in Nanpu, the river is green, and the stone bridge and the red pagoda are still there.
Seeing off guests on Hengtang Road every year, the drizzle is drizzling and the hanging poplars are tied to the painted boats
The sound is slow
[Song Dynasty]? Li Qingzhao
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.
Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him when the wind comes late? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but they are old acquaintances.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can I be alone in the dark!
The sycamore trees are drizzled, and at dusk, drop by drop . This time, how can there be such a word as "sorrow"!
Nanxiangzi
[Tang Dynasty]? Feng Yansi
The drizzle weeps in the autumn wind, and the buttercups are all over the ground red.
The idle frown and dark eyebrows are silent, and the mood is lonely and lovesick.
The jade pillow embraces the lonely quilt, and the hatred is still as deep as the years.
Who is drunk, haggard, and melancholy in the room with curly curtains?
Picking mulberry seeds
[Five Dynasties] Li Yu
In front of the pavilion, all the red maidens are chasing each other, and the dance is lingering. The drizzle falls slightly, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened.
The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the fragrant seal turns to ashes. I can't help but feel like I'm about to fall asleep and fall into a dream.
Qingpingle
[Tang Dynasty]? Wei Zhuang
Spring worries about the southern road, and the music and books of the old country are separated. The drizzle is falling, the pear blossoms are white, and the swallows are brushing the curtains.
Looking at each other all day long, the clothes are stained with tears. Who plays the flute to the bridge and looks to the west in ecstasy.
Ding Xifan
[Tang Dynasty]? Wen Tingyun
In the spring evening of Xiaoying in the drizzle, the people are like jade, the willows are like eyebrows, and they are in love.
The emerald green curtain is rolled up for the first time, and there is a branch of flowers in the mirror. If the heart is broken and the news is blocked, the geese come rarely.
Nian Nujiao
[Song Dynasty]? Li Qingzhao
The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed. Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather.
Poems with dangerous rhymes are completed, and holding one's head up to sober up is not a feeling of leisure. After the war is over, it’s hard to express all the worries.
It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others.
The morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today?
Poppies
[Song Dynasty]? Qin Guan
The green peaches planted in the sky and dew are not ordinary flowers. The water lingers in the depths of the chaotic mountains, but it's a pity that a single branch blooms like a picture for whom.
There is no limit to the light cold and drizzle. It is difficult to control it without spring. It doesn't matter if I get drunk for you, I'm afraid it will break my heart when I wake up.
Linjiang Immortal
[Song Dynasty]? Yan Jidao
After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtain is low when sober. Last year, when the spring regret came, the fallen flower man became independent and the tiny swift swallows flew together. ?
I remember the first time I met Xiao Ping, my heart was full of Luo Yi. The strings of the pipa say lovesickness, the bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds once returned.
Good Daughter
[Song Dynasty]? Yan Jidao
The West Lake is green all over, and the plums are green. All without reason, all evil in the east wind. It's drizzling even more, which is annoying and hateful, and the road is full of spring mud.
It should be the journey back through the clouds, with leisurely tears and lovesickness. Thinking about the flag pavilion, looking out at the moon at dusk, I miss the child again, with red paper and fragrant messages, and green sleeves with joy.
The Proud Fisherman
[Song Dynasty]?Zhang Yuanqian
The fishing hat is covered with clouds and surrounded by green mountains, and the green raindrops are drizzling on the spring river. The white bird flies and the wind blows. After harvesting, the fisher boy clapped his hands and made Qiao Qing laugh.
The bright moon shines in the same sky, and the floating family forgets the dawn. Watching the city bustle with drunken eyes. Yanbo Lao, who can make Xian troubled?