Autumn Rain:
Heavy Rain in Youmeitang
Su Shi
There was a thunder under the feet of the tourists, and the stubborn clouds were all over the place and could not be cleared away.
The black wind blows from the sky and the sea stands, and the rain from east Zhejiang comes across the river.
The golden statue is very shining, and thousands of sticks beat the drums to urge.
Awakening the banished immortals The spring sprinkles the noodles, pours down the shark chamber and pours out the roses.
Rain Linling
Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are mournful. Facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. Drinking in the tent of the capital without any thoughts, I miss you in the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking at each other's eyes with tears, I am speechless and choked. Thoughts are gone, thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has been hurt by parting since ancient times, What a shame to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and beautiful scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell you?
Eight Sounds of Ganzhou
Liu Yong
The evening rain sprinkles on the river sky, washing the autumn. The frost and wind are getting colder, the Guanhe River is desolate, and the remaining light shines on the building. The place is red and green. Less, everything is gone. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.
I can’t bear to climb up and face the distance, look at the dimness of my hometown, and think about it hard to return. I sigh at the traces of the past years, why is it so hard to stay in the flood? Thinking about the beauty Zhuanglou Yong Looking forward, how many times have I missed the boat and returned to the boat? Are you striving to know me? Leaning on the railing, feeling sad and depressed?
Qi Shi·Late Autumn
Liu Yong
< p>In late autumn, a light rain fell on the courtyard. The chrysanthemums on the sills were sparse, the wells were in disorder, and the smoke was lingering. Sad, looking at Jiangguan, the flying clouds dimmed the sunset. At that time, Song Yu felt sad, so he came here to face the water and climb the mountain. It was a long way. The passers-by are miserable, tired of listening to the gurgling of the Long River. The cicadas sing in the decaying leaves, and the cicadas sing in the decaying grass, making a corresponding noise.In the solitary hall, the days are like years, the wind and dew gradually change, and it is late at night. The sky is long and pure, The Jiang River is clear and shallow, the moon is bright and the cicadas are blooming. I have endless thoughts. The scenery is unparalleled at night, and I think about the past. Before I was famous, I was not rich, and the red buildings in Qimo often lingered over the years.
The scenery in Dili is good, In those days, there was a banquet in the evening and a joyful morning. There were crazy friends and strange couples, and they met to sing and drink. The scene was like a shuttle, the old trip was like a dream, how could the journey of smoke and water be limited! I was haggard and lingering for a long time because of my fame and fortune. Chasing the past, the sky is miserable and sad. The missed arrow moves, and I feel a little cold. I gradually sob and draw my corner and make a few muted sounds. Facing the idle window, I turn off the light and look towards the dawn, hugging the shadow and having no sleep.
The white-haired man in the upper sun
Bai Juyi
Staying in an empty room, the autumn night is long, the night is long and sleepless, the sky is unknown. The shadow of the dim lamp behind the wall, the faint sound of rain hitting the window.?
Autumn Rain Night Sleep
Bai Juyi?
On a cool autumn night, an old man was at ease. After lying down for a while, after the lights were turned off, he fell asleep to the sound of beautiful rain. The ashes were placed in the bottle to warm the fire, and the incense added to the quilt. Cage. The dawn is clear and the cold has not yet risen, the frost leaves are all red on the steps.
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Du Fu
The sun and moon are white, the green maple leaves are red. It's raining and frosty.
Inscribed on Yangzhou Chanzhi Temple
Du Mu
After the rain, there is a noise, the pines and osmanthus are fluttering in the autumn. The steps are covered with moss, and the white birds are late. Stay.
Staying in the Xiangjiang River in autumn and encountering rain
Tan Yongzhi
Autumn wind thousands of miles across the country of Furong, dusk rain brings thousands of families to Xili Village.
Li Shangyin
Consider Cui Yong and Cui Si
The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness spreads across the city. The autumn clouds do not disperse and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain. .
Song Zengji
In Su Xiudao, it rained heavily for three days on the night of July 25th, and the autumn seedlings were filled with Su, which made them happy and successful
One night the scorching sun turns to rain, and the dream returns to the coolness of the clothes.
Don’t worry about the leaky house and the wet bed, but also like the deep banks of the stream.
Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, five The best sound is the tung leaves.
I am still dancing happily without fields, not to mention the hope of the new year in the fields.
Autumn window stormy evening
Cao Xueqin
The autumn flowers are bleak and the autumn grass is yellow
The autumn lights are long and the autumn nights are long
I already feel that the autumn window is endless
How can the wind and rain help the desolation
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How quickly can the autumn wind and rain come?
The autumn window is shattered by the green dream of autumn
The autumn love cannot bear to sleep
Moving towards the autumn screen Candle of Tears
Candle of Tears swaying with a short straw
Sorrow and sorrow bring about separation and separation
Whose autumn courtyard has no wind?
Where is the autumn window without the sound of rain?
The quilt cannot bear the force of the autumn wind
The sound of residual leakage urges the autumn rain to rush
The pulse of the night continues to whistling
< p>Being in front of the lamp seems to be accompanied by someone leaving and weepingThe Hanyan courtyard has turned into a depression
The sparse bamboos are dripping through the empty windows
I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop
Have made tears wet the window screen