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 at night, it 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.