A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" went to the West Chamber alone, and the moon was like a hook. -Li Yu's "Meet You", the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling's "Fortress" People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times.
-Su Shi's "Water Tune" Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Boating in Guazhou" is a frosty night, and Jiang Feng's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" is a bright moon. At this time, the sea is full, and the horizon is * * * At this time-Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance" is how wide the sky is, how close the trees are, how clear the water is, and how close the moon is! . Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande, the clouds change in the morning mirror, and the twilight songs dare to be cold and bright-Li Shangyin's Untitled Poem of Friendship, however, China is our friendship and heaven is our neighbor.
-Wang Bo's "Farewell to Du Fu's appointment" advised you to drink a glass of wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan to Twenty Shores Xi" sails alone in a blue sky, only looking at the Yangtze River.
-Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet and not as good as Wang Lun. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you.
-There is a poem of "bird" in Gao Shi's Biedongda. There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.
-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.
-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-There is a poem of "Rain" in Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", which is green and dripping, and there is no need to return in the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and the wind is cold.
-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.
-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Wind and Rain on November 4" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.
-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's poem "Crossing the Lingdingyang" carries the word "mountain" and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the surrounding mountains.
-Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" Wan Li went to Rongji and the mountain was flying. -"Mulan Poetry" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang River, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint. -Cen Can's "A Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed.
-Li Bai's "Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" made Longcheng fly, but did not teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain. -Wang Changling's "Embankment" Mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river.
-Wang Zhihuan's "Looking at the Heron Tower" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds and is an isolated city, Wan Ren. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" suspected no road village.
-Lu You traveled to Shanxi Village. Once he climbed to the top of the mountain and peeked, he would see that other mountains looked short under the sky ...-Du Fu's "Wang Yue" picked chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely saw Nanshan.
-Tao Yuanming's poem "Drinking" wet clothes with "flowers", and his face is not cold. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect the different colors of the sun. In Yang Wanli's "Dawn at the Forest Square in Jingci Temple", the rice flowers say that there is a good harvest, and frogs croak. In Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon", children are scrambling to chase Huang Die and fly into cauliflower, and there is nowhere to find it. Song-Yang Mianmian Spring Rain dyed the earth green and warmed the river softly.
Look, it is raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of fish.
I just feel that this is like a kind of moist smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden.
In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.
2. Create my own poem about rain-Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; Like me, she is wandering in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, as indifferent, as sad and as melancholy as me. She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused.
Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.
3. Who has a poem about rain (preferably his own original) Shiyu?
Who was the rain when the poem was not written?
Whose poem is it when it rains?
Every rain is an original poem.
Accustomed to the rain line weaving happy colorful cloth in my heart; Or sad black cloth.
A rain in my heart stopped.
There is still a rain waiting for me, waiting for me to watch the rain.
It's raining. It's overflowing. Take a spoon and write a poem.
The rain has stopped, and the rain is like ink, swimming in poetry with essays.
Wake up, who is waiting to see Shiyu on the windowsill.
Scold rain
The wind is cold and the rain is continuous.
Chopping wood, I gave a good scolding that winter,
This crazy rain is still raining. There is no firewood to burn.
The morning breeze is blowing gently, and the rainstorm is constant.
Shelter from the rain, I scolded again that summer.
It is still raining. Late for work.
Waiting for rain
Back against the windowsill or standing under the eaves,
If you can wait.
If you can't do anything.
Am I waiting for rain?
Want to see the rain,
Many times we have to wait for rain,
Whether consciously or unconsciously,
You have to wait patiently,
Although sometimes I forget to wait.
When it rains,
To activate the sixth sense,
Listen to all directions, look around,
Close your eyes and suddenly feel bored.
The wind is dancing, the clouds are black,
A rain solo concert is about to begin.
Watch the rain
The rain has stopped. How long has it stopped?
Open the calendar, it is impossible to find traces of rain in the calendar.
In fact, sometimes you don't have to look, because it will rain.
You can wait if you are patient.
No matter whether it rains heavily or lightly, it will always make you have a good time.
I have seen a lot of rain and written a few, but I still can't get enough of it and can't write through it.
People, when watching the rain, are prone to ups and downs.
Or in a good mood, it's been a long time.
Or in a bad mood, disheartened, dark clouds add sorrow, and sorrow is even more worrying.
Is it optimism? Is it negative? Just like the rain below, it will not be the same. Optimism and pessimism alternate.
Get wet in the rain
When something is thick,
I was calm in the rain,
The heavier the rain, the greater the density.
The more it rains, the happier it gets.
There is a kind of happiness-called getting wet in the rain.
I would like to be a cat that can't play games.
Willing to be by the sea,
With the kung fu of our four-legged cat,
Catch shrimp. When you are tired of catching, go and pick up shells.
Or become a lazy pig.
It's nothing. On rainy days,
Doing nothing, wandering in the rain,
Bite people who can't see,
Why do humans like to eat pork?
Occasionally I have to dream about eating people.
The realm of not getting sick in the rain is the master.
In fact, sometimes as long as you are happy, what's wrong with getting caught in the rain once in a while?
What's wrong with catching a cold after happiness? People, born in the world, how can they not catch a cold?
But how many people have really been rained by several happy showers?
These poems are all my original poems. I'll give them to you first. I always write more than a dozen poems about rain. If you read them later, I will send them to you.
Love poems about rain are absolutely original.
Walking alone on the road,
It's raining in the sky,
It's the first time I feel the rain is so cold.
Rain falls on my head,
Slipped from the corner of my eye,
Take away the tears I don't want to shed,
Does the rain know that I am crying?
Rain ran down my hair,
Get into my ear
Block all sounds,
Does the rain know that I don't want to get hurt,
The rain soaked my clothes,
Into my body,
Cool my heart,
Does the rain know that I have an uneasy heart,
Why did the rain hit me?
Is it necessary to clean every part of me,
Take me to a sacred paradise,
It is still raining ahead,
My footsteps have not stopped, and I have a yearning.
There must be a place where it doesn't rain ahead.