How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"
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. -Tang Hanyu presented eighteen members of the Ministry of Water Resources in early spring.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Jueju, a monk in southern Song Dynasty.
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. -"The Guest" by Song Zhao Shi Xiu
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -The quatrains of monks in Zhinan.
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's "Lake Drinking Rain after the Qing Dynasty"
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Ocean"
Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's Little Red Lip
Pink butterflies both dance over the threshold, and curtains are rolled up later in the day to drive away the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.
The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
The lamp on the bead curtain shook my lonely heart and went home. There were two red mansions facing the cold and hiding in the rain.
In Ming Dynasty, Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain and sold apricot flowers.
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.
Weicheng rainy city is clear of dust, and the guest house is green and willow.
Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.
The valley came quickly and fiercely, with dark clouds and heavy rain.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
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.
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.
Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low.
After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.
It was windy and rainy last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and red. Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence.
Sycamore tree, night rain. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond?
Tears fell from her sad white face, and pear blossoms brought spring rain.
If you ask how much free time you have. Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.
Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. The cliff is already a hundred feet of ice, and there are beautiful flowers.
Jiang Yu is decadent.
The hazy mountains presented a rare sight in the rain and fog.
The gale before the storm.
After the rain, the blue clouds dispersed.
When will I hear your voice again, all night in the rain?
The heavy rain fell on you Yan.
White rain and beads jumped into the boat.
Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.
Rain or shine, I will realize my wish.
A bell ringing in the rain
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
The young mermaid Yu Ting.
Jie Jiang
Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,
The red candle is weak.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,
Jiang Kuoyun's Wild Goose is called West Wind.
Now listen to the rain monk,
The temple is full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
Drop by drop, the next step is not started until dawn.