The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
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. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, when 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
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; 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 Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.
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.
2. Poems containing rain in Hook Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night and their artistic conception.
Author: Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night is one of the most famous poems in the Tang Dynasty, which was written by Du Fu when he lived in a thatched cottage in Chengdu. This poem describes the characteristics of Chengdu spring rain and the scene of rainy night with personification, and enthusiastically eulogizes the timely moistening of spring rain. The description of the spring rain in the poem is subtle, delicate and vivid. The whole poem is elegant in artistic conception, quiet in meaning and integrated with painting. This is a poem about rain, with vivid and unique charm.
This poem "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" not only cuts the night and the spring, but also writes the noble character of a typical spring rain, that is, "good rain", which shows the noble personality of all the "good people" of the poet.
The poet looks forward to such "good rain" and loves our "good rain". Therefore, although the word "Xi" in the title does not appear in the poem, it is full of joy. The poet was looking forward to the spring rain when it began to rain, so he called it "good" with joy. The second couplet was written by the poet. The poet listened attentively and heard the rain pouring down underground on a spring night, just to "moisten things quietly". Dont Ask For Help knew he was naturally "happy" and couldn't sleep. Because the rain is "moist and silent", I can't hear clearly. I am afraid that the rain will stop, so I will go out and watch it. The third section is about what the poet saw. Seeing the strong rain, I can't help but imagine the beautiful scenery of the city in spring after dawn. Its infinite joy is very vivid.
3. Look for that ancient poem about "rain", it should be rich in artistic conception and green, and there is no need to go back to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang "Yu Gezi" wet clothes want to wet apricot flowers and rain, blowing cold willows.
-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 Storm on November 4th" 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 crossed the Lingdingyang, the mountain was empty after the rain, and beginning of autumn at dusk-(Wang Wei: "Mountain in Autumn") There was no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes were wet-(Wang Wei:)
4. Poems about rain are bleak and windy, and chickens crow. If you meet a gentleman, you don't have to worry about it? The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window. Why not be embarrassed when you meet a gentleman? The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman? -The Book of Songs "The Storm"
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you! -"Evil" by Erhan Yuefu
Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl. Skillful hands, make a loom. Tears fall like rain all day long; The river is clear and shallow, how much is the difference! Between water and water, there are no words. -"Cowherd Star" two Han Yuefu
Calendar barnyard grass * * * to follow, once resigned. Water is injected to the east, and there is no turning back to the west. The rainy night falls on the empty steps, and the light of dawn leaves the room in the dark. I don't drink when I'm sad. When can I be together? -He Xun in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, "Leaving Sorrow at Night"
The guest misses for a hundred years, but walking alone weighs a thousand miles. It rained black in the river, and the waves and Whitestorm began to rise. -In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, He Xun sent "
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Cao Qinghu, Wan Li, and Huang Meiyu. I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha"
The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Early Spring in South Lake"
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Tang Bai Juyi's Preface to Pipa.
Red banjiang bridge green wine flag, pavilion baby palace sunset warm. Poor rain stops the east wind, and thousands of trees hang down separately. -Yang Liuzhi by Don Bai Juyi
Crying early, I rested again, and the residual light went out again. Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first. -Tang Bai Juyi's Rain at Night
The Badong ship went to Brazil, which was rough and stormy. Polygonum hydropiper is cold and red, and Gracilaria leaves are blue and sad. -Tang Bai Juyi's Bamboo Branch
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. -Tang Bai Juyi's Shang Yang White Haired Man
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. -Tang Bai Juyi's Sleeping in Autumn Rain
Xiyuan Post Road hangs at the head of the city, and Jiangting has not collected rainwater. Jun, try to divide the water. White clouds are still like Han and Qiu. -Don Cen Can's "Sending Judge Li to Jinjiang to Take Autumn Poems"
When the rain stopped, Yang Lin went boating in Yonghe for three days. The old friend's home lives on the bank of the stream, on the bank of the river, and there is a peach forest. -Tang Changjian's "Looking for Li Jiuzhuang in Three Days"
Guests traveling in the rain will have a rest in Tianjin immediately. Shan Gong San Fu, the door closed Kyushu. Sichuan takes Shaanxi Road, and the river flows around Huayin. Late arrival, the wind and smoke Wan Li sorrow. -Don Cui Hao's Tongguan Building
Overlooking Chang 'an, Kyoto, on Gaoshanhua Mountain, these three peaks stretch into the sky without artificial cutting. The clouds in front of the emperor's temple will dissipate and the cactus will be green. Depending on the terrain of this land, Hungry Road crossed Chang 'an to the west and arrived in Han Zhi. Excuse me, why are the fame and fortune on the roadside all such senior students? -Don Cui Hao's "Crossing Huayin"
The wildfire on the mountain is cold and burning, and the butte is wet in the rain. The Han people were nervous when they saw the fireworks on the mountain, but when they heard that there was no war in western Liaoning, they settled down again, bought wine for recreation, and often lay drunk in hotels. -Don Cui Hao's "The Wild Gate of the Conference semifinals"
Liu Wanmei hangs on the cool moon, and the Zhongshan mirror looks more. Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. -Don Dai Shulun's "Lanxi Acura"
The grass grows in Suxi Pavilion. Who will lean on when the east wind stops for twelve days? Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. -Don Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion
Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried. The new ghost wails there, and the old one is loudest in the stormy dark sky. -Tang Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Swan has soared away from the sun and the moon, maple leaves have turned red, and autumn has declined. -Tang Du Fu's Notes on "A Letter to Han Shi"
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. -Tang Du Fu's "The Hut Was Blown by Autumn Wind"
What's the need to count clouds and rain? However, you see, the ancient Guan Zhong, the rich and poor gentleman's Bao Shuya, was abandoned like dirt. -Don Du Fu's Poor Bank of Communications
Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups. -Tang Du Fu's "Give Chu Shi Eight Guards"
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Tang Du Fu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Tomb-Sweeping Day by Don Mutu
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. -Tang Du Mu's "Topic Yangzhou Temple"
5. Beautiful poem or sentence about rain Rain falls from the air to every corner, and raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which are very beautiful.
Raindrops fall from eaves, walls and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect together to form a water column. The wind is blowing and it is raining.
A closer look reveals that there is not even a single person in the street. All the water was wasted and turned into a flowing river, and countless splashes rushed to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred. The wind with rain stars, like looking for something on the ground, bumped into the east and west.
No sooner had the pedestrians on the road found shelter than it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! A gust of wind blew, and the waterfall-like rain was blown like smoke, fog and dust.
Beans-sized raindrops fell to the ground, splashing like a small fountain. When the splash falls on the ground, it becomes a small bubble, which looks like a transparent hat.
It's really interesting to watch the raindrops turn into little hats! It is raining harder. On the roofs and streets, a layer of misty rain and fog is splashed, just like a layer of misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze curled away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, splashing a lot.
The feeling in the rain has been raining since last night, and it should be very affectionate. I can think of rain stains, flowers falling, red scattered fragrance disappearing, somewhat sad, but also somewhat sad.
There are countless people who know that they love rain, and the articles about rain are even more eloquent, but I am also a rain lover and have different feelings about rain, so I wrote them. Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; Just like the scenery in front of us, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of scenery.
Some people like rain, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different. Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood.
It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded? However, rain is rain. It won't come because you like it, nor will it go because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the splendor of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there would be no sunny sunshine. It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. I was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, so I have to say that I am familiar with rain. Supposedly, it should have been blind and indifferent.
But I have a surprise and freshness for the rain. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, so that the sweet and pure rain is sprinkled on my body and soaked in my skin; The drizzle takes away the dust and haze in my heart and makes my mood clean and bright.
Rain is a gift from heaven, and it is a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. What would the world be like without rain? There are deserts everywhere, sandstorms everywhere, and sandstorms are flying all over the sky; If there are no birds, no animals, not even a trace of green, and life disappears here, how horrible and terrible it would be. The rain in the four seasons is also different due to different seasons and seasonal changes.
Spring rain is the most beautiful and exquisite, like a shy and charming singing of a girl; Spring rain is also the favorite of literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", "Silent drizzle in the sky" and "Spring Rain with apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River" are all praises to the spring rain.
The dripping girl in the rain lane is probably from the spring rain. The most enthusiastic is the summer rain, like the sweat of a strong man, with a hearty pleasure; Very fierce, walking fast, crisp and dry, never slow.
It not only waters the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings coolness to people in hot summer. People are well aware of its advantages and disadvantages.
The autumn rain with a hint of coolness has another taste in my heart. It is desolate and bleak, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of the dissatisfied wife whose youth is gone and no longer there.
"If you want rain, it will rain on the river, and it will be clear in autumn. It's getting cold, the wind is getting stronger, the river is closed in the cold, the afterglow is architecture and things are beautiful.
Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. "In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood is so bleak and helpless.
Li Yian also described her loneliness, sadness and sadness in Autumn Love. "Indus raining, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! " .
In fact, people's joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, sadness and rain have nothing to do with it? There seems to be little rain in winter, and even fewer people like it. But I think it's like a few clear tears shed by a strong man whose wrist is broken and never returns. It is cold, resolute, tragic and heroic.
People can't help but give birth to some respect. The glitz and noise of the world need us to treat it with a normal heart, and so does the rain. Only by getting rid of impetuousness and being more calm can we appreciate its interest and poetry and feel its exquisiteness and beauty.
When I wrote these words, it was still raining, and I couldn't help feeling a little hurt and spring again. Unconsciously, spring deepened and summer came silently. Isn't that how youth gets old, and dreams disappear quietly ... 2. Children giggle in the moonlight, they jump and jump happily, the straw hat jumps and jumps on their heads, and the surrounding Woods and rivers jump and jump.
The moon girl blushed and hid and smiled. The hidden heart must jump behind the clouds. God-given gold, God-given moonlight rain, from the top of the head to the bottom of the foot, from the outside to the inside, from the bones to the soul, are all golden, transparent, as pleasing to the eye as green, as cool as borneol.
The children stole some lotus leaves, and they caught the golden elves together, and the elves rolled happily. Children should put away the moonlight rain, plant it in the ground next spring, let them sprout, blossom and bear the moonlight rain full of trees, and then give these golden fruits to friends and kindergarten teachers ... Listening to the rain under the eaves every rainy season, I think of listening to the rain under the eaves, which has a unique aesthetic feeling. Although it's not like splashing in the whirlpool of a river, or rushing into the beach of the sea, or a secluded lane in a small town, there is still rain in Mao Mao.
6. Poems about rain. But now I remember that night, that storm. I wonder how many flowers were broken. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")
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. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th)
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. (Du Mu: "Qingming")
On a cold rainy night, Wu lives alone in Chushan, Fujian. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)
The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing")
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
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. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
Good rain knows the season, when 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
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Close "Huanxisha Lonely Cold Building"
Wei's Dwelling House: Although the nobles are different, everyone has a camp when they go out. There is nothing to pull, so this seclusion. Rainy night is coming, I wonder if spring grass will grow. The green hills are breaking dawn, and birds are singing in the house. Sometimes I make dolls with Taoist priests or walk with firewood. Since the Ann Jian bad, this person is bo Rong Shi.
Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Bai Juyi's Shang Yang White Haired Man: "Worrying about the shadow on the back wall of the lamp, the dark rain rustles against the window."
Jiang Kui's "Ping Fu sees a move and doesn't want to leave": I'm too old to listen to orchestral music, and it's not convenient to have a drink when I'm sick. Life is alive, and it is rare to encounter good rain before the summer heat this autumn; When enjoying the cool, please let me stay at home with a warm pillow.
Su Shi's Ding Fengbo: If you don't listen to the leaves beating in the Woods, why not sing and walk slowly? Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The cold spring breeze woke me up, and the weather was a little cold, but the mountains caught my eye with oblique photos. Looking back at the bleak land, there is no wind, no rain and no eyes. (My favorite, hehe)
Fang Yue's Listening to the Rain: Zhu Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in his dreams. Opposite the lonely mountain, idle birds don't guess.
Wei's Xixi Chuzhou: I pity the grass alone, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Wang Zao's "Two Stories of Things": Swallows talk about youth in summer, and Qinghuai Courtyard is not overcast. No one saw the rain in the west window, and the banana was just a few feet away.
Wentong's "After the Rain in Beizhai": After the rain, two birds come to occupy bamboo, and in autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.
Zheng Wenbao's Liu Zhi Ci: Pavilion painting is a spring pool until pedestrians are half drunk; Regardless of the misty rain, I will hate Jiangnan.
Xu Fuchun visits the lake: When will the swallows return? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.
Weng Juan's "April in the Country": The mountains and rivers are all white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Zhao Shixiu's Guest: It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. (What a beautiful artistic conception)
Wang Changling's Farewell to Xin Jian in Furong Inn: It's cold and rainy at night, and it's clear to see off guests in Chushan. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
The article's "More Leakage": Indus, the rain in the middle of the night, is the pain of love that never gives up. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion: Yan did not return in the Spring Festival Evening, and a misty rain chilled the apricot blossoms.
Li Shangyin: You asked me that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.