1. Poems about falling rain
Li Bai's "Autumn Wind"
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again. . < /p>
If I had known that this would trip people up, why would I not have known each other in the first place.
Du Fu: "Ascend the High"
The wind is strong, the apes are mourning high in the sky, and the white birds are flying in the clear sand of Zhugistan. Back.
The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.
Difficulty and hardship hate the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass is turbid.
The wanderer chants and Gu Kuang
Therefore, I miss the tired horse, and I miss the stray birds in the nest. Floating clouds cover my hometown, and wandering wanderers sing.
The wanderer's sorrow has been stagnant for a long time, and the floating clouds are gloomy in the east. There are no tung trees in the living room, and the fallen leaves are like autumn rain.
Ancient Song Shen Quanqi
The fallen leaves are flowing in the wind to the jade platform, and the bridal chamber is blooming in the cold autumn night. Under the golden waves outside the water curtain, the Milky Way returns in front of the mica window. The jade steps are dark and moss-colored, and it is rare for a king to walk on them. The boudoir is graceful and the autumn night is long, and the embroidered house is lingering in the autumn moonlight. Yan Ji's colorful tent is the color of hibiscus, Qin Zi's golden furnace is fragrant with orchid and musk. The Big Dipper is horizontal in the middle of the night, and a clear song breaks your heart.
Xiangjiang ordered him to return to Yangzhou in Chang'an for nine days.
Xu Jingzong
Originally, he left after the expedition, but he also came with the fallen leaves. The chrysanthemums should not be full yet, please wait for the poet to bloom.
"Falling Leaves" by Kong Shaoan
In early autumn, the leaves fall, falling like a guest's heart. Fan Fei refused to come down, but he still said he cherished his old forest. 2. Autumn poems about falling rain
1. The autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad, and sitting alone in the cold night feels like a pain. ——Tao Danren's "Autumn Twilight Reminiscing"
2. How deep is the love, deep in Shanxi, the deep autumn rain shines. ——Nalan Xingde's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
3. The green strips are broken when wet, and there are many yellow leaves in the cold. I don’t know what the autumn rain means, how about more lust? ——Bai Juyi's "Inscription on Declining Willows in the Rain"
4. Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"
Analysis: Although most of the above poems do not directly describe falling flowers, by borrowing "Autumn Rain", we can naturally think of the scene of "falling flowers and flowing water".
Analysis: When the ancients were frustrated in their official career, their country was destroyed, their family was destroyed, etc., they were generally in a lonely mood. Therefore, the poems about autumn scenery they wrote generally have a sad atmosphere, so they naturally have the feeling of autumn rain and falling flowers. The reason why the two images of autumn rain and falling flowers are very common in autumn landscape poems is because poets want to express their inner sorrow and helplessness through autumn rain and falling flowers. Therefore, you can find "Autumn Rain" in the autumn landscape poems described by such poets. "Poetry of Falling Flowers", such poets include: Li Qingzhao, Wen Tianxiang, Du Fu, etc.
5. The more famous one is "Slow Voice" by Li Qingzhao
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.
Three cups and two bottles of weak wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows.
The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, no one is worthy of being picked off now.
Guarding the window, how can one be alone in the dark.
The sycamore tree is also drizzled, and it is drizzling at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! 3. Poems about rain at night
1. When you asked about the return date, the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond.
From "The Night Rain Sends to the North" by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin
Original poem
"The Night Rain Sends to the North"
Jun Wen The return date has not yet arrived, the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
When can we hold candles and have a long talk together, telling each other how much we miss each other in the rainy night in Bashan tonight?
2. Night rain makes autumn, just right in my heart.
From the Qing Dynasty poet Nalan Xingde's "Langtaosha·Night Rain Makes Autumn"
Original poem
"Langtaosha·Night Rain" Autumn is made into autumn"
Autumn is made from night rain, which is just right for my heart. Teach him to cherish and protect romance. Whoever brings trouble to you will be more embarrassed.
The secret love never ends, and the secret wish is difficult to fulfill. The four-roll bead curtain and the moon serve as the building. Secretly recalling that the wedding day is really like a dream, but dreams must remain.
Translation
The patter of night rain marks a cold autumn, and it just happens to sprinkle deep thoughts into my heart. You must cherish yourself and protect your graceful grace. Who are you sick for? Who are you so shy about? The collection of thoughts never stops, and the wishes in the heart are difficult to realize. I rolled up the bead curtains around me and let the moonlight fill the small building. Looking back on the days of joyful gatherings, it is really like a beautiful dream. Even if it is a dream, I will try my best to keep it.
3. When you hear the rain at night through the window, Basho hears the sound first.
From "Night Rain" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Original poem
"Night Rain"
The crickets crow again in the early morning, The remaining lamp goes out and comes on again.
When I heard the night rain through the window, Basho heard the sound first.
Translation
The crickets that came out early began chirping and then stopped, and the dim lights were extinguished and then lit again. Through the window, I knew it was raining because the sound of raindrops could be heard on the banana leaves outside the window.
4. The iron horse neighs at dawn, the camp wall is cold, and the building boat rides through the wind and waves at night.
From "The River is Red·The Night Rain Is Very Cool, Suddenly I Want to Join the Army"
Original Words
"The River Is Red·The Night Rain Is Very Cool" "The Rising of the Rong"
The golden armor and eagles mark the day when the camp gate was first established. Grinding the shield nose and waving a thousand pieces of paper, the dragon and snake are still wet. The iron horse neighs at dawn and the camp wall is cold, and the building boat rides through the wind and waves at night. Who can pity him? He is a general with ape-armed arms and no merit.
Ping Rong Ce, joining the army. All scattered and careless. Spread the fragrance of the Tea Sutra and review it from time to time. I am afraid that guests will talk about Yusai affairs, so I teach my children to recite Huajianji. I lamented that the strength of my ministers was not as good as that of others, how can I compare with it now?
Translation
I remember back then, when I was in the Commander's Mansion, I wore golden armor and carried a carved sword; when I was in the army, I wrote thousands of pages with a pen, but the ink was not dry yet. At dawn, the cold air invades people, and the armored horses are already neighing and rushing to the battlefield; in the dark night, the wind is howling, the waves are roaring, and tall warships are rushing to cross.
Back then, Li Guang made countless meritorious deeds and was eventually demoted to a commoner. Who could sympathize with this injustice? Those poems about strategies for resisting the enemy and recovering, and recording life in the army, had no choice but to be lost and were too lazy to clean up. I can only pass the time by burning incense and making tea. Now I am afraid that people will talk about the frontier fortress, so let’s teach my children to recite "Huajian Ji" for the time being. I just lamented that I was not as good as others in my prime, let alone now!
5. Spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and yellow beams are cooked in the new kitchen.
From "To the Eight Virtues of the Guard" by Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
Original poem
"To the Eight Virtues of the Guard"
Life is not the same Meeting each other is like participating in business.
Today and what night, *** this lamp candlelight.
How long will it take for you to be young? Your hair will turn gray.
Visiting the old days is half a ghost, and exclaiming is hot in the intestines.
How can I know that after twenty years, I will go to the Gentleman Hall again.
In the past, I was not married, but my children suddenly came together.
Yiran respected his father and asked me where I came from.
Before the questions and answers were finished, the children were drunk.
The spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and the yellow beams in the new cooking room are cut.
The host said that it was difficult to meet, and it would take ten cups in one fell swoop.
I am still not drunk even after ten cups of wine, and my feelings are deliberately long.
Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be confused.
Translation
We cannot see each other often when we are separated in life, just like the ginseng star in the west and the business star in the east rise and fall one after another.
What kind of day is tonight that I am so lucky that I can stay up late with you and talk about my true love?
How many years of youth and strength can there be? In the blink of an eye, both you and I have frost on our temples.
When I found out that most of my former friends were gone, my heart was so agitated that I had to lament over and over again.
I really didn’t expect that after twenty years of absence, I would have the opportunity to visit again.
When we parted ways, you were not yet married and had a family, but all of a sudden your children have become a gang.
They greeted my father’s close friends with a polite smile and asked enthusiastically where I was from?
Before you can finish telling all the past events, you urge your children to quickly put the food and drinks on the table.
Braving the night rain, they cut fresh green leeks and served freshly cooked yellow rice for me to taste.
You said it was a rare opportunity to meet, so you drank happily and drank more than a dozen glasses in a row.
I rarely get drunk after more than a dozen glasses of wine. Thank you for your deep affection for your old friend.
Tomorrow we will be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. The vast world is really making me sad. 4. What are the poems about "night, rain, good night"
1. "Mooring at Night in Autumn"
Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe
A glance at the sky However, Xiao Cao stirred up Mu Tian. The sun sets across the distant mountains, and the returning bird crosses the plains.
It’s time to say goodbye to my family in autumn, and the moon is full today and evening. The fisherman seems to be accompanying me, watching the clear dawn beside the reeds.
2. "Night Rain Sends to the North"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Jun asked about the return date but had not yet arrived, and the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.
Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
3. "Lang Tao Sha Ling·The gurgling rain outside the curtain"
Five Dynasties: Li Yu
The rain gurgling outside the curtain is waning in spring. Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The world is limitless. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth.
4. "Village Evening"
Song Dynasty: Lei Zhen
The pond is full of grass and water, and the setting sun on the mountain is soaked in cold ripples.
The shepherd boy returns and rides on the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.
5. "Jinling Evening View"
Tang Dynasty: Gao Chan
I once returned to the late green with floating clouds, and I still accompany the sunset with the sound of autumn.
There are infinite painting hands in the world, but it is sad that they cannot be painted. 5. Poems about midnight
(1) Su Yeshi’s mountain house is waiting for Ding Dabu to arrive (Meng Haoran) The setting sun reaches the west ridge, and the ravines are already dim.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter has returned to his homeland, and the smoke and bird habitats have settled down.
The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. Happy rain on a spring night (Du Fu) A good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. The wind sneaks into the night, moistening things silently. The clouds on the wild paths are dark, and the fire on the river boats is only bright. At dawn, I look at the red and wet places, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. Travel Night Shuhuai (Du Fu) There is fine grass and gentle breeze on the shore, and the boat is alone at night with dangerous rafts.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles? Officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth. Zhongnan Bieye (Wang Wei) was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years.
When things come and go, they go alone, and they know nothing about success. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we talked and laughed for a long time. Watching the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling) The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. Miscellaneous Poems (Shen Quanqi) After hearing about the Huanglong garrison, they refused to disband the troops for many years.
Poor Guiliyue, she grew up in the Han family camp. The young woman is in love with spring today, and her husband had sex last night.
Who can use the flag and drum to capture Dragon City? Next, at the foot of Beigu Mountain (Wangwan), you will pass outside the green mountains and go boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
Nostalgia for the past at night in Niuzhu (Li Bai) Niuzhu Xijiang night, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I board the boat and look at the autumn moon, remembering General Xie in the sky. I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it.
In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another. Moonlight Night (Du Fu) The moon is in Yanzhou tonight, and I can only watch it alone in my boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold.
Whenever I lean on the empty canopy, my eyes shine with tears stained on the moonlit night, recalling my brother-in-law (Du Fu) who cut off the line of people with his drum, and heard the sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Send Li Shijun (Wang Wei) to Zizhou, where thousands of valleys have towering trees and thousands of mountains ring with cuckoos. It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees.
The Han women lost their banners and cloth, and the Ba people sued for their taro fields. Wen Weng turned over professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
At the end of the year, he returned to Nanshan (Meng Haoran). He wrote a letter to Beique Xiu and returned to Nanshan to my house. If you don't know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. I can never sleep with my sorrow, the moonlight is in the window at night.
Staying in Tonglu River and sending me an old trip to Guangling (Meng Haoran). The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, while the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat.
Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.
Rewarding for the journey to Yanqiu night, I saw a gift immediately (Han Hong). The long mat is facing the wind early, and the empty city is filled with moonlight. There is a wild goose in the autumn of the galaxy, and thousands of houses are in the night with anvils and pestles.
The festival time should be late, and the heart time should be lying on credit. I have always recited beautiful sentences, but I didn't realize that I was already singing crows.
An old friend from Jiangxiang gathers in a guest house (Dai Shulun). The autumn moon is full again, and the city tower is full of night. We also held a meeting in Jiangnan, where we encountered each other in dreams and doubts.
The windy branches frighten the dark magpies, and the dew grass covers the cold insects. The captain of the brigade is drunk, and he is afraid of the dawn bell.
Yunyangguan and Han Shensu (Sikong Shu) are old friends separated by rivers and seas, and separated by mountains and rivers several times. When we first see each other, we are confused and confused, and we feel sad about each other's years.
The solitary lamp shines in the cold rain, and the deep bamboos are dark with smoke. There is even more hatred for the Ming Dynasty, and it is said that leaving the cup and cherishing the ***.
Zhangtai Night Thoughts (Weizhuang) The clear wind and rain are mournful in the distant night. The lonely lamp hears the corner of Chu, and the waning moon descends from Zhangtai.
The fragrant grass has faded away, but the old friends have a different future. You can't send letters to your hometown. In autumn, the wild geese return south.
Song. After you have brushed away the dust from the carriage, I am the East Gaosu. A farewell poem to Shen Ji's room at night (Fan Yun) The night atmosphere is clear with osmanthus water, and the morning clouds are clear in Chushan. The autumn wind resents the two villages, and the autumn moon separates thousands of miles away. The cold branches are peaceful** *Collect, the frost ape travels and hears alone. The moonlight suddenly leaves me, and I win the laurel and think of the king. Looking at the poem of the Weaver Girl (Fan Yun), the waterside is filled with pity, and the sky is self-pitying every night. I will not hesitate to suffer, but the river cannot be filled. Every inch of love is heavy Tie, one heart hangs in thousands of places. I wish to be a pair of blue birds, sleeping in front of the bright mirror. Staying in the Mansion (Du Fu) in the clear autumn, the shogunate well is cold, and I stay alone in the river city with a wax torch. The trumpet sounds sadly to itself in the eternal night, who can see the beautiful moonlight in the sky? The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, the pass is in depression and the land is in trouble.
I have endured ten years of poverty, and have been forced to move to a safe place. While boating in the middle of the Yangtze River (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, a foot of mud invaded the poles, and the fallen cattails and willows filled up the door.
In the dream, I heard the sound of a broken corner, and looked at the new trend and the old traces. Fish and salt are everywhere in the market, and every family is raising children and grandchildren.
Moreover, an edict was issued to widen the people's power, but three coins for a fight of rice is of no use. Ge Ye (Du Fu) At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, the sky is frosty and snowy, and the sky is cold.
The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken.
Thousands of families cried in the wild when they heard about the war, and fishermen and woodcutters sprang up in several places in Yige.
The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are lonely. Returning to Lumen Folk Song at night (Meng Haoran). The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishing boats are noisy as they scramble to cross the river.
People followed the sand road to Jianggu, and I also took a boat back to Lumen. The moonlight at Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going. From Xiakou to Yingzhou, I looked at Yueyang at dusk, where it originated from Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing), and Tingzhou had no waves and no smoke, and Chu Ke's lovesickness became increasingly dim.
The sunset in Hankou is like a dodo, and the autumn water in Dongting stretches far into the sky. The lonely city has a cold ridge behind it and the trumpets are blowing, and the alone garrison is lining the river and the boat is moored at night.
Jia Yi wrote a letter to express his concern for the Han Dynasty, and he was banished to Changsha for the pity of ancient and modern people. In the evening, the clouds in Ezhou (Lulun) opened and Hanyang City was far away, just like a solitary sail.
A businessman sleeps during the day and knows the waves are calm, while a boatman talks at night and feels the tide rising. Sanxiang is worried about the autumn colors on the temples, and faces the bright moon when returning from thousands of miles away.
The old business has been wiped out with the battle, and it is even more worthy of the sound of drums and whistles on the river. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's stars and last night's wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Separate seats are served with spring wine to warm them up, and separate seats are covered with candles and covered with red lamps.
I listened to the drums to answer the official questions, and walked around Malantai. Untitled One (Li Shangyin) Comes with empty words and disappears without a trace. The moon is setting at five o'clock upstairs.
The dream is far away and it is difficult to cry, and the book is hastened to become ink. The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being so far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan. Staying on the Jiande River (Meng Haoran) moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival.
In the wild sky and low trees, Jiang Qingyue is close to me. I sit alone in the Zhuli Pavilion (Wang Wei), playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
On an autumn night, I sent it to Yuan Qiu (Wei Yingwu). It is an autumn night, and I take a walk to sing about the cool weather. The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping.
Ge Shu Ge (Xi Xiren) The Big Dipper is high, Ge Shu carries a knife at night. I haven't dared to cross Lintao until now.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow. At dusk, the mountains are far away, and the white house is poor. The firewood gate hears dogs barking, and people return home on a windy and snowy night. Under the song (Lulun), the moon is full of black geese flying high, alone. He was escaping at night. He wanted to chase the Qingqi away, but the heavy snow covered his bow and sword. He blocked the dark grass in the Qu (Lulun) forest and was frightened by the wind. The general drew his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.
Stay in the mountain temple at night (Li Bai). The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. You dare not speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavens. The resentment of the jade steps (Li Bai). 6. There are ancient poems about listening to the rain at night. Which ones
1. "Listening to the Rain (A Poem of Sikong Pictures)"·Tang Dynasty·Wang Jian
I feel homesick and sleepy in the middle of the night, and the sound of rain falls on the eaves.
< p> It is dark before the sun shines on the earth, and the flowers in the garden will not stop.2. "Moon on the Xijiang River (Spring Festival Gala)"·Song Dynasty·Xin Qiji
I am too lazy to read. , just because I am sick and idle for a long time.
It’s half past spring when I listen to the wind and rain.
The past is like a missing bird.
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The wandering oriole refuses to enter the Western Garden, evoking the painted Liang Feiyan.
3. "Plum Village" · Qing Dynasty · Wu Weiye
The huts covered with green moss are begging. Bamboo flowers are planted by hand.
It is not easy for people to pass by. I am always late to answer my love book.
Listening to the rain by the idle window, watching the clouds whistling in the sky.
The mulberry leaves are fragrant and the tangerines are fragrant, and the fishing fertilizer is tied to the thatched cottage.
4. "Huanxi Sand"·Song Dynasty·Chao Buzhi
On the river. The autumn wind is roaring, and the sound of the river is constantly wailing.
The soul is far away, and I am alone all night long.
I hear the rain in my ears, and there are bananas outside the green gauze window. .
5. "Zhang Siyesu in the Rain" · Tang Dynasty · Bai Juyi
The clothes are fragrant in the summer, and the quilt is bright in the autumn
Oblique branches.
A muddy day is not a good day to sleep in.
Can we stay together and listen to the rain in the middle of the night? What are the ancient poems that make you unable to sleep? 1. "Spring Dawn" by Tang Meng Haoran How much do you know?
2. "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen
Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening everything. Silent.
The wild paths are dark with clouds, and the river boats are only bright.
At dawn, the flowers are heavy in the official city. "Sending Rain to the North at Night" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
When you ask about the return date, the night rain in Bashan fills the autumn pond.
How can you cut the candles from the west window and say that it is raining in Bashan at night?
4. "The Early Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The world is as thin as gauze in the past few years. Who makes the horse riders come to Beijing?
The small building listens to the spring rain all night. In the Ming Dynasty, apricot flowers were sold in the deep alleys.
Low paper rows were used to make grass, and tea was served with thin breasts under the clear windows. .
5. "Wind and Rain on November 4th" Lu You, Song Dynasty
Lying stiffly in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.
At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.