Rain scene:
The river is raining and the river is full of grass
The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is filling the building
After the rain, the sky is blue and the clouds are broken< /p>
Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain
Heavy rain falls on the swallows
White raindrops jump into the boat
Good rain knows the season
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls.
The fallen flower man is independent, and the tiny swift swallows fly together.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three dots of rain are in front of the mountain.
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A cold and rainy night enters Wu, and I see off my guests in the early morning.
The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is rippling with smoke
The sun rises in the east and in the west It rains, but it is sunny but there are sunny days
The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside.
It is dusk and I am sad alone, with more wind and rain.
Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, no need to go home in the slanting wind and drizzle
The red building looks at each other across the rain, the cold beads and foil floating lanterns go home alone
A night in the small building Listen to the spring rain in the deep alleys and sell apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty
You asked about the return date but it has not yet been announced, and the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?
The morning rain in Weicheng is clear and the dust is clear, and the guest house is green and the willows are new
In the past, I went there, and the willows hugged me; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling
Xixi The valley wind brings rain to the clouds
The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of the grass looks far away but there is nothing up close
In late autumn, thousands of houses are covered with rain, and a flute of wind blows from the rooftop at sunset
The clear sky is beautiful when the water is shining, and the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain
A young man listens to the rain song upstairs, under the dim tent with red candles. In the prime of life, when I was listening to the rain in the boat, the river was wide and the clouds were low, and the wild geese were calling in the west wind. Now, when I am listening to the rain, under the monk's hut, there are already stars on his temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from moment to moment until dawn.
The only thing I won’t forget now is the mist of dusk and the spring rain crossing the maple bridge.
The rain is strong and the wind is good and evil, but don’t be tired of the thatched cottage being low.
After the rain, the grass is fragrant and the sun is setting. The apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallows are fragrant.
In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasty, many towers were in the mist and rain
It was windy and rainy last night. Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green and red.
The sycamore trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk. This time, how can the word "sorrow" be so obvious? The sycamore tree and the rain in the middle of the night. If you don't know how to leave love, you will suffer. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
My clothes are wet from the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it.
It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time.
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain.
The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle.
During the Huangmei season, it rains every house and there are frogs everywhere in the green grass and ponds
The jade face is lonely and tears are dry, and a pear blossom brings rain in spring
The rain hates the clouds and is sad, Jiangnan is still called Beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips"
Pink butterflies dance across the threshold, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening. ——Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle"
Snow scene:
The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms. (Lu Meipo)
The snow is like plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms are like snow. They are both strangely beautiful whether they are similar or not (Lu Benzhong)
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone; I know from afar that they are not snow, Because of the faint fragrance
I saw the clouds covering the top of the mountain, and the snow on the rocks was like dust; there were thousands of peaks with bamboo shoots, thousands of jade trees, and thousands of trees, pines, and thousands of clouds. (Yuan Zhen)
When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches (Gao Pian)
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow (Cen Shen)
Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom (Cen Shen)
Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains? The snow embraces the blue and the horse stops moving forward (Han Yu)
< p> Thousands of mountains are green outside the snow-covered door, flowers are blooming on the riverside and it is sunny in February (Ouyang Xiu)The snowflakes on the swallows are as big as mats, blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another.
The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are coming in big (Li Bai)
Three million jade dragons have been defeated, and their scales and broken armor are flying all over the sky (Zhang Yuanzuo)
Return The sound of the sound is broken and the clouds are green, and the snow falls from the window behind the window and the smoke from the furnace is straight. (Li Qingzhao)
The flying snow brings the spring breeze, wandering around the sky. You look like a flower, but you are in the east of Luocheng.