Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,/wandering alone in a long, lonely rain lane,
I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness,
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation; She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella/like me,/like me.
Silent melancholy, indifference, sadness, melancholy. She approached quietly,
With a sighing look, she drifted by.
Like a dream, sad and confused. Like lilacs floating in a dream,
I passed this girl by; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the decaying fence,
Walk through this rainy path. In the sad song in the rain, her color faded,
∕ Dispelling her fragrance,
Even her sighing eyes and lavender melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane,
I hope to float past a girl as sad as a lilac.
2. What are some beautiful sentences about meeting in the rain? 1. The deepest meeting in the world of mortals is your initial smile, initial heart and the most unforgettable thing.
2. A brief encounter suits me. I didn't expect to meet the real Joe, and she was both happy. -The Book of Songs
This may be just a beautiful mistake. At the moment when I suddenly look back, love has come quietly at the moment when light and shadow are intertwined. However, whether this love is an accidental encounter or a deliberate encounter after countless times, love is not a simple matter. -"lover"
This may be just a beautiful mistake. At the moment when I suddenly look back, love has quietly come to the moment when light and shadow are intertwined. However, whether this love is an accidental encounter or a deliberate encounter after countless times, love is not a simple matter. -marguerite duras
5. Happiness is when an abandoned soul meets love. Amy Cheung
6. Novels or movies always write the romance of childhood forever, as if it were destined for this life. In fact, when people grow up, their thoughts will change. Amy Cheung
7. Memories are a way to get together, and letting go is a form of freedom. Don't be sad, don't be sad, the memories of meeting are beautiful stories.
8. With all kinds of experiences, memories will stay in my heart forever.
9. Good and bad are all part of meeting.
10, it is because of music that we have the moment of meeting, the touch of meeting, the people we meet, and the thoughts we meet.
1 1. Reading is like making friends. There will be encounters, separation, reunion, farewell, attachment, differences and misunderstandings between people. Relationships are as subtle as people, adding a little interest to life. -Zhou
12, all we can really leave is a memory of meeting and the swaying of flowers at first sight. In other words, I think you are in full bloom, and then it has nothing to do with life and death. If you struggle to death, you will lose both sides. An easy as.
13, encounter a good word, as in late spring; When I meet someone, my eyes are streaming, my smile is spreading, and I feel dejected. If only life were like the first time. An easy as.
14, meeting a good word is like meeting someone in the spring, with eyes flowing, a smile spreading and a hazy heart. If, if life is like the first time, it would be great. He is still his famous teacher, she is also her peerless beauty, and Jiangshan beauty does not invade each other. No beginning, no end. An easy as.
15, just love, more like a beautiful and desolate gesture after a grand occasion. An easy as.
16, since you are destined to be a passer-by, please treat the original meeting as a misunderstanding. An easy as.
17, met a good word, like the grave of spring; When I meet someone, my eyes flow, my smile spreads, and I feel dejected. An easy as.
18, choice sometimes means giving up, or even lifelong regret. People may encounter new temptations and meet people who are more eye-catching and more suitable for them because of their continuous progress. But you can't change your mind easily because of this, otherwise, love will have no long-term belief. An easy as.
19, young and frivolous. Occasionally stop, moved, impulsive, and make a love wish. It took a long time to know, but it was just a landscape that passed by each other. Since you are destined to be a passer-by, please treat the original meeting as a misunderstanding. An easy as.
20. When you meet love for the first time, your heart will be endless, but when you meet the same, the ending is often completely different. An easy as.
2 1, encounter a good word, as in late spring; When I meet someone, my eyes are streaming, my smile is spreading, and I feel dejected. If only life were like the first time. An easy as.
22. Meeting and waiting are the desolation of fate. Not everyone can see that person in the dim light when they look back. An easy as.
23. Don't say you met in a lonely foreign land. Even if you meet in a crowded crowd, you can recognize who is your destiny takes a hand. This is the so-called feeling. -Lin
24. I want to be your best meeting and the hardest goodbye. Anthony
25. Walking on the road, it is not only the earthly scenery that touches people's hearts, but also the bitter people; Through life, you have experienced not only joys and sorrows, but also vicissitudes of life. dugout canoe
26. Beauty lies in discovery, encounter and opportunity. Kawabata
27. All encounters are not necessarily beautiful. Kawabata
28, beauty, is close to income, is an encounter. Kawabata
29. Every time we meet, it is a meeting with a heart. -Zhang Yueran
The poem about the rainy party is that it is raining.
I'm?lying?on the bed
Listening to the rain outside the window
I really want to have a good sleep.
I wonder if there is water on the road.
Is to wear leather shoes to work
Or wear sandals to work.
I hesitate.
I wonder if the Huaihe River will rise.
A ship carrying goods on the river
Do you walk in the rain?
Wheat fields in Huaibei plain
Standing in the rain worrying.
Mature wheat cannot be harvested.
That golden wheat awn
Carrying rain beads
Anxiously wait for the rain to stop.
My farmer brother.
This year is another bumper harvest.
That dish is all over the table for New Year's Eve.
It's time to eat and be elated.
It's still raining
I tossed and turned.
Can't sleep for a long time
"Rainy Day" Author: Clear dust and flowers bloom
When it is difficult
Black and white umbrellas lead the gray sky.
The whole city is gloomy.
My mood is wet.
When it is difficult
Rainbow umbrella, your favorite.
Colorful umbrellas illuminate the haze of rainy days.
As warm as you
Dispel the sadness in my heart
Time goes by.
Black and white umbrella, deserted man
Rainbow umbrella, talented person.
Shuttle through different corners of different cities
Time goes by.
Who remembers those warm and brilliant people?
Gradually
Hidden under the cold face of the city
Lost, never seen again.
only
Every rainy day
See light in the dark.
I still remember.
Those lost selves
"Rainy Day" Author: pure girl
It is raining.
Walking in the rain
Let the thoughts drift away.
Looking in the rain in confusion
I used to be myself
When did happiness become a luxury?
When did the trouble disappear?
It is raining.
Who will gently put an umbrella?
Cover my head.
Smile and say to me
You will catch a cold in the rain.
It is raining.
Dense raindrops
Hit on the body
I can't see my face.
Is it tears or rain?
Han Nan's Rainy Day
Oh, my God. Keep your face down.
Take the wind as the pioneer.
A big tree, like a child who did something wrong, saw the whip in his mother's hand.
Everybody step aside.
Rumbling thunder
Several mountain frogs followed.
Frogs compete with each other.
It seems to be worse than Gaitianwei's thunder.
There is no other noise around.
I don't know. I was really shocked by the frog.
Or have they all become dumb?
The rain poured down.
All the unavoidable wild animals in the forest.
Experienced the baptism of rain.
whole body
Whether you like it or not.
All become white and clean.
After the storm, it was calm.
The dark Woods have become much fresher.
The liveliest starling on the branch has passed.
Busy cleaning up the garbage.
There was silence in the Woods.
Occasionally, a few hoarse frogs floated out.
4. What are the poems about "Meeting on a rainy day"? There is a green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber, so there is no need to return to the rain. -Zhang's "Yu Gezi"
I want to get my clothes wet, and my apricot flowers get wet, but my face doesn't feel cold.
The morning rain on the Acropolis is light, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. -Wang Wei's Two Ambassadors Anxi
Four hundred and eighty halls in the Southern Dynasties are full of terraced fields and misty rain. -Du Mu's poem "Jiangnan Spring".
Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn".
The water is Ming Che, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's Lake Rain Drinks Chu Qing.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night —— (Wang Wei: Living on an autumn mountain)
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
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5. What are the poems about "in the rain"? 1. Five Dynasties "Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong": Li Yu
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
The safflower in the forest has withered, and the flowers are blooming and falling. It's only such a short time, and I really went in a hurry. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night? Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty. Flowers and people who love flowers are congenial. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.
2. East Building of Xianyang City/West Building of Xianyang City overlooking at night/West Gate. Tang Dynasty: Xu Hun.
Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan.
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.
At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.
Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.
When Wan Li was climbing a tall building, homesickness came to him. In his eyes, the grass willows here are like Tingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. Sunset rose from the clouds outside the pavilion, and strong winds blew all over the Xianyang Tower before the rain. At dusk, birds fly in the overgrown garden, and in late autumn, cicadas sing in the trees with dead leaves and branches.
Passers-by don't ask about the past, only Weishui flows eastward as always.
3, "Mountain Residence Autumn Night" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain. As night falls, the air is cool, as if it were autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.
4. "Two Storms on November 4th" Song: Lu You
It's getting dark, and the wind has rolled up the rain on the rivers and lakes, splashing all over the mountains like huge waves.
The small fire and the felt wrapped around it are so warm that neither my cat nor I want to go out.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
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.
The sky is dark, the wind is rolling the rain on the rivers and lakes, and the heavy rain on the surrounding mountains is like the sound of huge waves rolling.
The small fire burning in the stream and the felt wrapped around me are very warm, so neither the cat nor I want to go out. I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country, not feeling sorry for my situation, but thinking about defending the country. As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
5, "Lin 'an Spring Rain" Song Dynasty: Lu You
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
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.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning. Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.
6. About the mood in the rain, the clothes in the poem are wet, the apricot flowers are raining, and the wind is blowing cold. -The quatrains of the monk Zhinan.
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and the dust is light, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
Four hundred and eighty halls in the Southern Dynasties are full of terraced fields and misty rain. -Du Mu's poem "Jiangnan Spring".
Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, and spring comes. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn".
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Lake Rain Drinks Chu Qing.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)
Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.
7. What are the poems about "Walking in the Rain"? 1. Walking in the rain: I like to walk in the rain in Han Yan Hyundai, and let the fine rain pass through my hair to wash and soothe my tired mind. My heart jumps and flies with me. I like to climb high and see far in the rain. The trees and mountains in the distance seem to be covered with a layer of gauze, which is particularly enchanting. I like listening to the sound of rain falling in Mao Mao, like playing beautiful notes. I feel wonderful and happy. Do you know how much I miss you to be with me all the time? When I am depressed, you cry with me. When I am happy, you dance with me. Wherever you go, you always accompany me in my dreams. When you abandon me, you will never leave me, no matter the wind or the rain. Wang Yuling Hyundai likes to walk in the rain, holding a flower umbrella and a white skirt floating gently on the deep path of the courtyard, just like walking into the rain lane described by Dai Wangshu. He likes to walk in the drizzle, with the fragrance of long hair. As the rain keeps dancing, it infiltrates the heart. The earth is silent. I only heard the whispers of water drops kissing flowers and plants, and a sleeve of poems and paintings sprinkled with light rain. In the warm pond, the green folds happily shake off a few drops of dew, and the lotus flowers in summer can't hide a petal of water, which makes me shy and wet. A white jade bridge hangs on the rain curtain like a crescent moon, and lilac flowers are falling with the wind. Some are empty, some are dreamy, and the scenery in the rain is vaguely fragrant. If the path in the rain has no end, I want to leave time at the intersection of youth, but I don't. If those lost days are accompanied by drizzle, I flow into the past under the umbrella of flowers, but I still like to walk in the rain, put it away and let Xiaoyu gently touch my face, as if washing my inner purity. Sedimented land also breeds fragrance and a sense of superiority in caressing a skirt. The elegant smell makes me listen to the rain quietly. 3. Walking in the rain Author/Sun Modern I walked in the rain with a white umbrella, just like a lilac girl walking in the rain lane, but I was not depressed. I am very happy. I like this scene and this rain. I put my heart down to listen to the rain. The size of the jade bead is like playing music. Jade beads are sentimental and broken. I hold an umbrella like Bai Lianhua, and a wisp of fragrance overflows from my heart. I hold my umbrella like a boat umbrella. It was the sails that rowed to that beautiful and happy place in the sea of rain. Walking in the summer rain Author: Hanako Modern is stepping a brisk pace. Friends, let's sing and dance together and walk in the summer rain. This is a long-lost heavy rain, which brings coolness to the vast land. Look at the thirsty mountains and rivers. The sweet rain poured out countless splashes. The tree is greener and more delicate, swinging its arms gently in romantic feelings. Standing in the alley, listening to the wind and rain, walking in the summer rain, listening to the coolness of the drizzle, listening to the sound of nature, smelling the rain, watering the exotic flowers and plants, and putting aside my bondage. I open my warm arms and look up at the gray sky. Raindrops wet my eyebrows and my poetic heart. 5. Walking in the rain/The modern spring rain with green maple leaves and red leaves has really come. I didn't see the pattering sound, nor did I hear the ticking sound. Inadvertently found that the semi-wet road was silent for a few days, and the city resumed its usual hustle and bustle. The children with heavy schoolbags were waiting for the bus on the platform. Office workers hurried across the sidewalk of the street, and migrant workers who had just returned from their hometown listened to the trend of the labor market. Vendors in the urban-rural fringe wandered in alleys and shopping malls, and discounted posters were forcibly stuffed into their hands. Wave after wave of marketing activities, different styles of pop songs pervade the city sky, and various models of cars grow in front of traffic lights. One drop of rain falls on the face, and the other drops on the mouth, sticking out the tip of the tongue and licking the rain gently. It turns out to be sweet and delicious. Our meeting came unexpectedly and quietly. Looking at your sky in the spring rain, I held my breath and walked alone in the lukewarm city, enjoying this loneliness and looking for your trace.