The ancient poems about the Rain Festival are introduced in detail as follows:
1. "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty: The world is as thin as gauze over the years, who makes people ride horses in Beijing. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Low paper is laid out diagonally, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window. Wear plain clothes and don’t sigh in the wind and dust. It’s still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival. In recent years, my interest in official career has become less and less like a thin veil. Who asked me to ride a horse to the capital to soak up the prosperity, live in a small building, hear the rain pattering at night, and hear apricot blossoms being sold in the alleys in the morning? .
2. "Fisher's Song" by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty: egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water, where mandarin fish are fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. It means that egrets are flying freely in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms are blooming on both sides of the river, the spring water is rising, the mandarin fish in the water is delicious, and the fisherman is wearing a green straw hat on his head. Wearing green grass clothes. Braving the slanting wind and drizzle, I fished leisurely and was not in a hurry to get home.
3. "Early Spring Presents Outside the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water" Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty: The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. This poem is a seven-character quatrain poem by Han Yu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The poet uses light rain and grass to present us the fresh and beautiful scenery of spring. The drizzle falls continuously on the streets of Beijing, moistening everything like butter. From a distance, the grass seems to be continuous, but when you get closer, it looks sparse and scattered. The best season of the year is far more nostalgic than late spring when the city is full of green willows.