The gale before the storm.
After the rain, the blue clouds dispersed.
When will I hear your voice again, all night in the rain?
Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain
The heavy rain fell on you Yan.
White rain and beads jumped into the boat.
A rainy season
But now I remember that night, that storm.
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain.
It's freezing and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and Chushan is quiet.
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.
Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.
Rain or shine, I will realize my wish.
Cold and sad. For the pavilion, it was late and the shower began to rest.
The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.
Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning against the railing to rest the drizzle.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.
Green bamboo hat, green clothes, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
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.
The small building listens to the spring rain, and the Ming Dynasty sells 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; It rained when I thought of it today.
Hi Gu Feng, it's cloudy and rainy.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
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.
Yu Meiren? Listen to the rain.
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.
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.
There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. How many towers were there in the misty rain?
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.
The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. .
Thunder bursts in winter and rain and snow fall in summer.
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.
In Huangmei season, frogs are everywhere in the pond with rain and grass.
Tears fell from her sad white face, and pear blossoms brought spring rain.
Help me write an ancient poem about rain, snow and wind.
Why should Qiangdi complain about the willows? Spring breeze is nothing but Liangzhou Ci, the ring of Yumenguan Wangtang.
In addition to firecrackers, the spring breeze also sends warmth to the "January Festival" in Anshi, Wang Song, Tu Su
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? Tang Li Bai's Spring Thought
Wildfire has never exhausted them. They are tall again in the spring breeze. Goodbye to Don Bai Juyi and Fu Degu Cao Yuan.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me and go boating in Anshi Guazhou, Wang Song?
If you wait for the east wind, it will always be spring, the spring of Song and Zhu.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. The quatrains of Taoist Zhi 'an in Southern Tang Dynasty
Frosty/frosty powder
Can Jingyesi (Li Bai) have been frosted?
The frosty leaves in the mountains (Du Mu) are red in February.
Zhang Ji (a night near Fengqiao) frosty night.
snow
In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole. Grass withered eagle eyes, light snow. Wang Wei: Hunting observation
2. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Lu Lun: The Family Banquet Song
3. There are some plums in the corner, and Ling cold opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Wang Anshi: Plum Blossoms
There are no birds in one hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in one thousand roads. A boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man are fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue
5. At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is freezing, and the houses are poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Liu Changqing: Master of Furong Mountain in the snow.
6. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan. Wang Changling: Seven Military Services.
7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. Li Bai: It's hard to go.
8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining and the north wind is blowing snow. Normal University: Don't move up.
9. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. Du fu: quatrains
10. The north wind rolled up the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August swept across the Tatar sky. A song "Snow White" sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
rain
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. Zhang's "Fishing Songs"
I want to get my clothes wet, and I don't feel cold when I blow my face.
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to 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 The Storm of November 4th
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains at two or three in front of the mountain. Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
3. Ask ten poems about rain: green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
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 "The Storm of November 4th"
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
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 Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)
Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.
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Ask for a poem about "rain", but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I broke.
-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" knows the rainy season and when spring will happen. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" The sky street is crisp and crisp, and the grass color is far away. -Tang Hanyu's "Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat to cross the wild.
-Wei Wuying's "Xixi on Chuzhou" is wet in clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and his face is not cold. -Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monk "Jueju" It rained at home in Huangmei season, and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond.
-Song Zhao Shi Xiu's "Guest" is green and dripping, and there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" is wet, apricot blossoms and rain, and his face is not cold.
-Yinan monk "Jueju" Weicheng is light and dusty in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" 480 Temple in the Southern Dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy.
-Du Mu's "Poems of Jiangnan Spring" lies in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, and dreams of iron horse glaciers. -Lu You's "The Storm on November 4" It rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die.
-Du Mu's "Qingming" is sunny and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Rain after Drinking on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
-Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lonely Ocean" hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Red Lip", butterflies both dance in the sill, and the curtain is rolled up to keep out the rain at night.
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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, already exhausted, but also subject to 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, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond ... tears fall from her sad white face, and pear blossoms bring 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 mountains and rivers are empty and rainy, and the rain comes strangely. When it rains, the sky is blue and the clouds are broken. When it rains in the evening, it falls and the pearls jump on the boat.
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.
Young people in Jie Jiang listen to the rain, and the red candle is dim. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.
Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": "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. "
Spring is the season when everything germinates and grows, and it is also the season when rain is badly needed. But spring rain is as expensive as oil and it rains in spring. Isn't it "good rain" ! A word "good" fully shows the author's happy mood when he sees the spring floating down.
Three or four sentences spring rain comes with the breeze at night, quietly moistening everything, writing the role of spring rain, with delicate pen and ink. In the last two sentences, I saw the flowers in Chengdu, and the early morning Jincheng was ruddy under the nourishment of the spring rain. Flowers are heavy because they are full of rain, and the feelings I write are also very profound.
There is no word "hi" in the whole poem, but the joy is beyond words. Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain": "The rain in Tianjie is crisp and the grass is far and near.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. "The poet praised Xiao Yu's feelings with full passion, seeing big from small, and blending scenes.
Comparing "Xiaoyu" to the first mature crisp wine, it tastes sweet, smooth and moist, even the grass is stained with rain and dew. The grass in the drizzle is slightly green, but it is green in the distance. In the end, it boils down to "the benefits of a spring", which can't even compare with the scenery of the Forbidden City.
The scenery in early spring is described delicately and vividly. Once upon a time, on the road, it rained heavily for three days on the night of July 25, and Qiu Miao took Sue and said happily, "The sun turned into rain overnight, and I dreamed of cooling my clothes.
Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the leaves of Wu Gengtong are the best sounds.
There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field. After a long drought, I was ecstatic, even my clothes and bed were wet, expressing the poet's love for rain and concern for people's livelihood.
Su Shi's "Rainstorm in Youmeitang": "When the tourists thundered, the clouds could not turn. In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou.
It's very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks knock on the cause and effect drum. I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace. "
The whole poem vividly describes the scene before and after the storm.
It is raining in modern Shiyu. I walked into the rain.
I saw lightning strike my roof.
The rain slides on me like a snake.
I'm not afraid. I know
There is a kind of flower in full bloom. Give yourself a hand.
It is raining. The way it fell.
I can see it, but I can't fix it.
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You keep yourself close to the rain
Observe like this
Rain falls vertically in the depths of the eyes.
It didn't fall into your heart.
You are not allowed to make up a pretentious novel.
The sky turned white. White as Snow
Lightning and thunder are also white.
A cry as thin as white paper was drowned out.
You said, I ran through the city in the rain.
Every street, in order to find the cemetery.
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Graveyard. A graveyard covered with all kinds of nonsense
There, like an abandoned toy.
The deceased was also like an abandoned toy.
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You feel that there are flowers trembling in your body.
You can't master the movement of dark clouds.
You can't even predict
The direction of the splash when it hits the ground.
4. Emotion in the rain
Bats lurk under the eaves.
Inverted black sadness
Raindrops beat wildly on the wall.
Screaming to come in
Seeds stuck in cracks
be pale around the gills
I can't see.
I can't see the past
After open sesame's spell was lost,
Neither time nor pain can be forgiven.
In the rocking chair in the house
The expectation of wandering and dying.
Don't touch the clogs.
Tread lightly on the ticking bell.
A girl who can't meet.
Lilac hatred in yellowed Chinese paintings
A cockroach
Jump over and over again.
Poetry is distorted in the rain.
Always calling a person's name.
Green dense soul stood up several times.
But there is no hand to open the door.
5. Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
Hope to meet.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
She does.
Lilacs have the same color,
Fragrance is the same as Ding Xiang.
Ding Xiang is a kind of sadness,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and resentment seem awkward;
She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Momo is gone,
Cold desert, sad and clear, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again
Too much eye light,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad as a dream.
Like floating in a dream
A fragrant land,
I passed this woman by;
She left quietly, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Fade her face,
Break up her powder room,
Disappeared, even hers.
Too much eye light,
Ding Xiang's melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
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