Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
A girl with a lilac knot.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me,
Silently like me.
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She silently approached, approached and threw.
Sighing eyes
She drifted by like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Like a lilac garden in a dream,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
Arrived at the decadent wall and walked into this rainy alley.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Fade her color, dispel her fragrance,
Dissipate, even her sighing eyes.
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Title of the poem: August 22nd, staying in Yutang, it was cool after the rain.
Category: Seven-character quatrains
Author: Fan Chengda
The rain is steaming and the clouds are dark, and the courtyard is full of flowers.
Write a poem and take a pen under the north window to repay this time.
Poem title: Looking at the rain in August
Category: Seven-character quatrains
Author: Xu Ning
On the night of August 15 this year, the cold rain rustled.
If practice is frosty, where is Wu Shan?
Title: It rained on August 5th, written by Chu Yang on the stage.
Category: Seven-character Rhyme
Author: Yang Weizhen
There was no one knocking at the door, but The Upper Terrace, the staff member, was dragged.
The thunder started at the bottom of Gexian well, and the rain came from Huangfei Tower.
The loyalist was pleased with the good news, and the mountain man poured the wine into the white snail cup.
Who knows if poetry is good? Shandong Li Xun is brilliant now.
Title: On August 1st, light rain suddenly cooled down.
Category: Seven-character Ancient Poems
Author: Lu You
There is no sweat, clothes or breath, but I know there is such a fast wind!
The new coolness suddenly feels like it comes from the world, and the summer heat is really sweeping the floor.
There was just a light thunder over Linwu, and the rain had blown to the front of the curtain.
The more sick you are, the more carefree you are, and the more songs, poems and music you will be left with.
Title of the poem: Badong encounters light rain (1)
Category: Seven-character quatrains
Author: Lu You
Temporarily borrow Qingxi to accompany fishermen, and the sand surface is slightly rainy and wet.
From then on, the poem was in Badong County, not in the snow of Baqiao.
Title: Banana Rain
Category: Other
Author: Yang Wanli
Banana is happy when it rains. It keeps quiet all night.
The punch line is like a fly touching paper, and it sounds like a mountain falling into a spring.
You can hear it at 3: 05, and everything is silent.
Instead of letting the west wind stop raining, it is better to let bananas be happy and worry about themselves.
Bai Letian's Solo in the Rain.
Category: Five-character Ancient Poems
Author: Zhang Lei
Dismissed from office and lying in a poor lane, at this moment, what is the cloud?
After ten days of rain, the city people want to go boating.
The column foundation becomes a depression pond, and the tile ditch becomes a rainstorm flow.
Reluctantly, summer is gone, and cold things are forbidden.
The old man had enough sleep and sat up to comb his hair.
Ask the children to have breakfast, and the salary will be wet.
Wash my cup, no more shame.
Once drunk, everything is fine.
The title of the poem: White Horse, Tianjin, Shelter from Rain
Category: Seven-character Rhyme
Author: Sima Cha
Jin Shu Mix Hotel is empty, sitting and looking at the sparse leaves around the steps.
My hometown is thousands of miles away in Chu Yun, and the geese return home in the misty rain.
The disease of Zhangpu is easy to get old, but the book of Maoling is difficult to understand.
If fame is nothing, he will eventually go fishing in Xitou with Weng.
The title of the poem: Baishui Mingfu's uncle enjoys the rain.
Category: Five-character Rhyme
Author: Du Fu
My uncle's government is like this, and the ancients never replied.
The blue mountains are sunny and wet, and there is much white water and rain.
Prayer is neither ignorance nor happiness.
The drought in the Tang Dynasty was quite severe, and now I am drunk with string songs.
Title of the poem: Bao Gong's feelings of praying for rain
Category: Seven-character Rhyme
Author: Fan Chengda
In the late spring, Kamihara Turtle buried herself in a stove and smoked a prayer shrine.
Stir up clouds and rain on your feet.
The heartless plum dock is still red, and the rice fields are intentionally green.
When you open a door, you must be full of hope, and you are willing to do so all over the world.
Title of poem: rainstorm
Category: Five-character Ancient Poems
Author: Lu You
The wind is angry and wants to lift the house, and the rain comes like a shower.
A solitary lamp reflects the window, and a caged bird perches on the eaves.
The midsummer makes Fang Yanhe, and the autumn sound is sad.
It is rumored that a rising river broke something.
Title of poem: rainstorm
Category: Seven-character quatrains
Author: Wei Zhuang
There are many thunderstorms in Jiangcun in summer and sunny in the evening.
I don't know how deep the waves are, but now South Lake and North Lake are even.
Article 1: Rain
rain
Bit by bit, crystal clear.
Without embellishment or color.
A sad seat will make you a little cool.
A wisp of rain and a touch of affection
Autumn rain:
Su Shi in the rainstorm in Youmeitang
A thunderous sound, like shaking from the feet of tourists to the feet, has a beautiful hall and thick clouds, which can't be opened.
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 is very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks beat the drums to urge it.
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.
Liu Yong Yulinling
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, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Liu Yong, Klang Ganzhou
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? How many times have you missed beauty makeup, and God knows when you come home? Are you worried about knowing me and leaning on the dry place?
Liu Yong, Qi's Late Autumn
It's late autumn, and a short rain falls on the courtyard. The story of chrysanthemum The story of chrysanthemum withered and the Indus River was dead. Sad, Wangjiang Pass, Yun Fei dim sunset. What a sad sight, overlooking the rivers and mountains, the afterglow of the sunset. Looking back on that year, Song Yu, who was sentimental, saw how sad this autumn was. She used to climb mountains and rivers. Thousands of miles away in Wan Li, the road is difficult, and the road is so sad. I especially hate hearing the sound of running water from the long river.
Lonely pavilion, time flies, the wind and dew gradually change, quietly to stop. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the moon is full of cicadas. On second thought. Night is always opposite to the scene, only a handful, thinking about the past. At that time, fame and fortune did not exist, but in Song Lou brothels and other scenic spots, the time consumed every year.
The infinite city of the capital reminds me that when I was young, I just wanted to have fun every day. In addition, there are many strange friends who linger with the live wine and live songs. Don't come as fast as a boat, always swim like a dream, smoke and water are endless! Thinking about fame and fortune is long, chasing the past and worrying about the face. I feel a little cold because of the leaking arrow. Sobbing gradually, I drew a few corners. Silent to the window, the light went out and waited for dawn, and the shadow couldn't sleep alone.
Shang Yang's white-haired man Bai Juyi.
Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless. The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window.
Bai Juyi stayed overnight in autumn rain.
Three cold autumn nights, a comfortable old man. After lights out, sleep in the beautiful rain. Grey thermos flask, fragrant warm quilt. The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.
A letter to Yu Shihan: Du Fu.
Swan has soared away from the sun and the moon, maple leaves have turned red, and autumn has declined.
Du Mu of Yangzhou Temple
After the rain, cicadas are noisy, and the climate of pine trees floating in the wind has been spread to autumn. Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind.
Qiujiang TanYongzhi
The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.
Li Shangyin sends a message to Cui Yong Cui Si.
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
Once upon a time, in the Song Dynasty, it rained heavily for three days on the night of July 25, and Qiu Miao and Su Huan.
One night, the hot sun turned into rain, dreaming of cool 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.
Autumn window wind and rain, Cao Xueqin
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang grows.
I used to think that the autumn window was boundless and bleak like wind and rain.
Help autumn wind and autumn rain break the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.
I can't bear to sleep in autumn. I took my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.
Tears and candles shake Ruo's short face, pulling sadness away from love.
Where is the autumn courtyard without wind? There is no rain in autumn windows.
Luojiang can't resist the remnants of autumn wind and urge autumn rain.
Even the pulse of the night seems to be accompanied by tears in front of the lamp.
When the cold smoke courtyard turned to the depression to drain the bamboo window, it dripped.
I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.
rain
Pouring down in strings and rows.
Wash away silt and muddy water.
The dripping heart is moist and smooth.
Keep moving forward in a hundred rivers.
rain
Clouds drift by.
Like a gray hat thrown on the ground.
Layer upon layer, landing heavily.
Be proud of your heart and attack the enemy with the air.
rain
Coagulation and freezing make things worse.
Pure white is lonely and cold.
pure and innocent
Pure and quiet, lie flat and worry-free
rain
Processing and curing are colorless and transparent.
The crystal lamp shines into my heart.
Crystal light folds out joy.
Crystal is silent and sincere.
rain
Elves roam the world.
It's raining and splashing.
The breath of heaven and earth is in the rain.
Disorderly singing and dancing
Article 2:
Yujing
My beloved rain scene is also very rich;
The patter and spring dream in front of the spring night window;
The sound of sharp raindrops hitting banana leaves;
Fog usually blows rain on the face;
Thunderstorms splashed by lightning—
But when it rains, I like it best.
It is gray, but transparent;
It contains a silent expectation.
From the clouds, I don't know where,
There was a clear birdsong.
Falling flowers are independent, swift flies together. (Yan) according to
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. (Wen Tianxiang)
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei)
Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken. (Su Shi)
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest (Liu Yong)
I thought to myself, at the beginning, there were many good parties, but I was afraid that it would be difficult to get together and leave, and it would turn into rain and hate clouds (Liu Yong)
Continuous silk rain is as thin as sorrow. (Qin Guan)
The lilacs in the rain are empty and sad. (Li Jing)
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish spring and urge flowers to rain. (Li Qingzhao)
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. It sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. (Du Fu)
Platanus acerifolia dripped and dripped at dusk. (Li Qingzhao)
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. (Du Mu)
After the rain, the cold is still there, and the wine of spring sorrow becomes melancholy (Ouyang Xiu)
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain. (Xin Qiji)
In the drizzle dream, the chicken is far away, and the small building blows through the jade cold. (Li Jing)
When you ask about the untimely return date, the late rain rises to the autumn pool. Why * * * want to cut the candle at the west window, but want to talk about the rain at night? (Li Shangyin)
Angry, leaning against the railing. (Yue Fei)
Throughout the ages, heroes are nowhere to be found, and Sun Zhongmou is among them. Dancing in pavilions, romantic feelings are always blown away by the wind and rain. (Xin Qiji)
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei)
Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Gala, and a misty rain chills apricot flowers. (Dai Shulun)
You can't see the rain and wet clothes, but you can't hear the idle flowers. (Liu Changqing)
At the beginning of the cloud, the sun sank and the rain came. (Xu Hun)
The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. (land tour)
At dusk, the rain hit the pear and closed the door. )
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Yi can't stand the cold of Wu. (Li Yu)
Yichuan tobacco, flying catkins all over the city, plum yellow rain. (He Zhu)
Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. (Li Shangyin)
Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats. (Su Shi)
Hualin thanked the spring flowers and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. (Li Yu)
All day, without a chapter, I cried like rain.
Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will light a lamp to mend clothes at night? (He Zhu)