Poetry in rainy season

Poems in rainy season are as follows:

1, light rain in early spring (Han Yu)

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. The most important thing is that the benefits of spring are better than the smoke willows everywhere.

2. The First Period of Spring Rain in Lin 'an (Land Tour)

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city? Small building-listening to the spring rain at night, selling apricot flowers in the depths of Ming Lane.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

3. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night (Li Shangyin)

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

4. Subtract Magnolia (Liu Chenweng)

There is no light to see. Rain began to be taught in the first half of the first month. Cocoon probing and pushing plate. Look at every word. The bronze camel is very old. Talking about peace is like getting a treasure. Five hundred years ago. I once met Yuan in Hangzhou.

5. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu)

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.

6. Spring Rain (Li Shangyin)

I wear white clothes for the Spring Festival, but I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go. There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.

The distant road should be spring sorrow and peas late, and the remnant clouds are still dreaming a vague dream. Jade should be sealed, Luo Yafei.

7. Cold Spring (Wang Mian)

It is cold and rainy in spring, and there are few wheels and hooves in inaccessible places. The humidity in the mountains is dark, and the solitary plum is close to the bamboo.

Hungry birds gather in the forest and foxes crow in the cold city. Looking back at Guanhe, the dusty road is lost.