Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. _ _ _ _ Tang Yin's "A plum, a rain, a pear flower, a deep door"
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Lonely Cold Building in Huanxisha
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. _ _ _ _ Zhinan's quatrains
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. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an
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. _ _ _ _ Han Yu's "Early Spring is a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring"
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.
How much is an inch of tenderness? Thin pillow, dream back to peace, drizzle in the morning. _ _ _ _ Hui Hong's Jade Case, Silk Huai Changting Road
Original and translation of the eighth sentence:
In early spring, he appeared outside the Ministry of Water Affairs (I)
Author Han Yu? the Tang Dynasty
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.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
There is a lot of silk rain over the Capital Avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass in the distance is faintly connected, but it looks sparse and sporadic at close range. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring in the city of green willows.