In the willows outside, there is light thunder and drizzle in the pool; The sound of rain and the sound of rain, dripping on the lotus leaf, make a thin sound.
Listen to the chaotic lotus wind and sprinkle the phoenix rain.
Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao, the wind is fluttering and the rain is whispering.
There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a bead curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
Wind and rain shake the rustling, falling flowers and snow.
After the rain, cicadas are noisy, and the climate of pine trees floating in the wind has been spread to autumn.
Dongfeng knew that I would travel in the mountains and blow away the rain accumulated between the eaves.
It hurts to think of the past when spring comes to worry about the rain.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.