In daily study, work and life, everyone has come into contact with many excellent poems. The rhythm of the poems is clear and orderly, and the sounds are harmonious and rhyming. Do you know what kind of poem can be called a classic? The following are poems about rainbow that I compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Poems about Rainbow 1
(1)
Ten canvases. Flying through the green autumn river.
The rainbow is thousands of feet high in the sky, and cold jade is pouring out of the sky.
A rain collects the remaining water. Yunshan opens the scroll.
Let me ask you where my old friend is. The brothel is in the north of Huaqiao.
—— Song Huayue's "Frost Sky Dawn Corner"
(2)
The vast and boundless realm touches the sky, and the wind and clouds stir up dust and smoke.
The grassland faded and spread out in confusion, and the rain showers poured down and the mist wrapped around it.
The universe opens up and shines brightly, the turbid current slips away and the colorful bridge hangs.
The beauty of Hauni is hard to keep, but the dazzling splendor can only be seen once again!
(3)
The river city is picturesque, with the mountains at dawn and the clear sky.
Two waters hold a bright mirror, and two bridges hold a rainbow.
The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees.
Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind.
——Tang Li Bai's "Autumn Climb to Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng"
(4)
The Milky Way pours down smoke, and the rainbow arches over the two peaks of the slanting sun. .
I am about to cross the waterfall and the bridge is hidden where the flowing clouds rise.
Whoever practices the Lingfeng dance with colorful clothes will tie the cloud head and lock the peak of the ridge.
Seven-color neon inlaid the emperor's palace, and thousands of jade dew sprinkled the world.
Half of the sky is covered with residual clouds, and the earth is covered with a curtain of rain.
When good things happen, Thunder God beats the drum, and farmers drink and look forward to a good harvest!
(6)
The wind stirs the waves on the lakeside, and the rain falls in the south of the Yangtze River and falls into Bitan.
The colorful butterflies are still flying, and their rainbow wings hang down from the clouds to the jade fence.
Ningxin closes her eyes and listens to the autumn rain, quietly looking at the thin sun hanging on the horizon.
My heart is as bright as the moon. Why should I be near the mist of the sky when it is far away?
(7)
The white clouds and haze are covered by the sun, and the colors are colorful and half-arc.
The Qionglu unfolds wonderful scrolls at will, and Jiangshan writes poems and books of will.
Red, orange, yellow, green, indigo and purple spread across the world like fire.
There are souls praying silently at the waterfall, asking Hongpin for blessings on the cliff. Poems about Rainbow 2
1: Thousands of thunders are falling, and rain is coming from thousands of peaks. Li Panlong's "Guangyang Mountain Road"
2: There is a lonely grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.
3: Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
4: The hair is short and not combed enough, and the pillow is cool and relaxing. If you have experienced this in your life, nothing will be different.
5: During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. ——"Yo Ke"
6: You asked about the return date but the date has not yet been announced. The night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. ——"The Night Rain Sends to the North"
7: The spring breeze came on the road yesterday, but the poor red brocade was in vain.
8: Heaven and man are drunk and pour in the mysterious wine, pouring the incense into the flower roots and soil.
9: The Spring Festival Gala should be sad for the long journey, and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.
10: A short awning is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east bridge.
11: It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
12: The flowers fall and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
13: The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle.
14: The willow branches have been heavily rained, and the pine color is dark with smoke. ——(Tang Zhang said "Feast at the Junnan Pavilion")
15: The black wind blows from the sky and the sea stands, and the rain comes from east Zhejiang across the river.
16: The light raindrops are flying every day, and the river near the city blocks the spring light.
17: It’s cold and rainy at night and I come to Wu, and I see off my guest from Chushan in the bright light - (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower")
18: The rain path is green and weedy , there are many red leaves in the frost garden.
19: White butterflies dance across the threshold, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening. ——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"
20: The soil is about to move and the rain is coming frequently, and thousands of grass and flowers bloom. ——"Spring Pastoral"
21: The thin figure looks at herself in the autumn water, you must pity me and I pity you. ——"Resentment"
22: The grass is long and the orioles are flying in February, and the willows are brushing against the embankment and drunk with the spring smoke.
23: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.
24: The short paper is laid out diagonally, making grass, and the fine breasts are played in the clear window to share the tea.
25: The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers bloom in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
——"Pipa Play" Bai Juyi
26: Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into sleep.
27: The autumn moon is full of Yang Mingyun, and the winter ridge is beautiful with cold pines.
28: The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs.
29: Scattered into the pearl curtain and wet Luo curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
30: A night of light thunder falling on thousands of silk threads, and the jade light and floating tiles are jagged. ——"Spring Day"
31: I have been sleeping less and less for a long time, and I get up and sit upright in the middle of the night. If you don't learn to sit still and forget your mind, you will never be able to live in peace.
32: Homesickness is unbearable and sad. Who is willing to travel to cherish his grandson?
33: The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. "Quequatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty
34: Dongcheng and Ximo, what new things will happen after the weather clears.
35: After the rain, two birds come to occupy the bamboo, and in the deep autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers. ——"Hokusai After the Rain"
36: I lie down in white New Year's gown, with a few empty white doors.
37: In the morning rain in Weicheng, the guest houses in Jingjing are green and green. ——"The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty"
38: The Yellow River can be blocked with soil, but the north wind, rain and snow are hard to cut.
39: Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
40: Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. ——Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"
41: After many years of love in Beijing, I suddenly remembered the south of the Yangtze River when I heard the spring rain.
42: Married to Qutang Jia, but missed the date of concubine. If I had known the tide and had faith, I would have married into the tide.
The king is like road dust, and the concubine is like muddy cement. They rise and fall in different ways. When will they meet in harmony? Cao Zhi's "The Moon Ascends a High Building"