At night, it is raining in Mao Mao outside the window. It seems to have chosen the right time to moisten the world with a drizzle when everything is budding. Spring rain, as a gift from God, irrigates plants in urgent need of water; Spring rain, like an excellent musician, plays music containing philosophy of life; Chun Yu, like an unknown good man, silently contributes to mankind.
In the evening, I put on my clothes and went to the path in the field. The dark path is very quiet, only the light rain and the faint sound of rain. Unconsciously, I walked to the river. I can only see a lonely boat on the river. The fishing boat under the solitary sail is blurred, but the fire on the fishing boat is still clearly visible. It dances happily, as if it were happy for the rain. Raindrops fall into the river one after another, adding a bit of poetry to this beautiful night, which makes people intoxicated. I can't help thinking how beautiful the Jinguan City will be tomorrow.
In the early morning, a bird chirped in the tree, as if to pour out the joy after the rain; A flower gently wipes dew on her face, as if putting on a mask; A green leaf welcomes the rising sun with open arms. Dew is like a star in the sky under the rising sun. The whole Jinguan City is full of colorful flowers and looks full of vitality.
I really can't believe yesterday's light rain can make this golden crown city like a fairyland on earth.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night Composition 2: It began to rain again today. It seems that Hao Yu is really sensible and knows that it is time to rain. In this season of recovery, it silently assists the growth of all things on earth. Rain, with the breeze gently falling on the earth, thin rain quietly moistens those little creatures eager for nectar.
I put on my clothes and went out to enjoy the rainy scene at night. Walking in the field path, because of the rain, everything around is gray and I can't see clearly. In the light rain in Mao Mao, I can only see the bright green flowing colors of the newborn grassland. In the distance, a solitary lamp on a small fishing boat drifting on the river looks so bright in the dark!
At dawn, I immediately went out to see the beautiful picture scroll left by the rain. Ah, glittering and translucent rain beads remain on the bright red petals, which seems to aggravate the color of the petals. The fiery red flowers make Jinguan City look like clusters of flowers, which shows the charm of Jinguan City. How beautiful!
Good rain knows the solar terms of rain. It is the time when plants germinate and grow, and it falls quietly at night with the spring breeze, silently moistening all things on the earth. On a rainy night, the fields were dark, and only the lights on the river boat were exceptionally bright. After dawn, looking at the flowers with rain, beautiful and fiery red, the whole Jinguan City has become a world of flowers.
In the spring of 76 1 year, the poet Du Fu was helped by Yanwu who was sent to Huanhuacaotang in Shu, and lived a relatively stable life for the time being.
On a spring night, the poet was holding a scroll in his hand, watching a lonely lamp alone, thinking about his neighbors' anxiety because of the drought of rice seedlings during the day and the difficulties of national affairs, and could not help but sigh deeply. Suddenly a breeze blew, the window left unlocked was blown open by the wind, and the candle shadow shook. He got up to close the window, but he felt a little cold and wet on the back of his hand. He was a little surprised and sniffed again. The wind also brings the fragrance of the earth, the coolness of the lake, and the faint smell of vegetation. He doesn't want to take a deep breath, and his whole body is so warm and comfortable: that's the smell of rain! He excitedly pushed open the window and dribs and drabs of rain fell on his face. Touch it carefully, and he can't find it, like playing hide-and-seek with him. He wanted to shout: What a timely rain! However, I dare not disturb this gentle and delicate spring girl who moistens everything, so I only pray silently in my heart: heaven has eyes! Life is lucky!
It was chilly in spring, but he stood in front of the window for a long time, reluctant to close it. Looking around, it was dark between heaven and earth, and even the most recognizable path disappeared in the darkness. Only the fishing fire on the fishing boat in the distance seems to be burning and jumping with a fiery heart. It seems that the rain will not be small, and it will definitely rain all night, the poet guessed. After a night of spring rain, tomorrow's green leaves will be brighter, flowers will be in full bloom, and flowers with rain and dew will bloom on the branches, and Jinguancheng will be gorgeous. What a beautiful picture it will be!
Author's Note: The core word "Xi" in this poem reflects Du Fu's enthusiasm for the country and people, not just describing the beautiful scenery in spring.
Long, long ago in the Tang Dynasty, there was a man named Du Fu. He was very funny. He always says five words in five words, and he is humorous. He has a friend named Li Bai who speaks like Du Fu. They admired each other and decided to form a band called The Poet. Li Bai called himself a "poetic immortal" and Du Fu called himself a "poetic sage". These two people were very famous at that time, and everyone knew that they were even more popular than Britney Spears.
One day Du Fu had nothing to do, so he called Li Bai and asked him to go to his thatched cottage to play landlords with him. But Li Bai was very busy, a great poet, and played mahjong with Bai Juyi, so he turned his back on Du.
Du Fu is depressed and bored. After reading Playboy three years ago, he was still bored, so he wrote a poem called Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night. But he didn't expect that his poem was actually included in primary and secondary school textbooks. He was very happy and thanked the party, the government, my father and mother. ......
Saying this song "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" is written like this, "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. 』