Who has a poem about the rain in Mao Mao? Come on! I'm in a hurry. I need it urgently!

Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow;

Fish come out in the drizzle, and Yan is inclined in the breeze;

The rain in Mao Mao didn't turn into rain, but it was gloomy.

The whirlwind blew the farewell wine, and the drizzle wet his friend's luggage.

Huayang Cave is full of clouds and wet with drizzle.

Broken flowers and half trees are silent,

It is drizzling all over the sky, and the wind is like sorrow.

Spring tide reflects the willow, and drizzle enters the balcony.

The drizzle is all over the river, the spring water rises, and the good wind keeps the guests fragrant.

On the river, people's peach branches shed their hedges in the cold spring rain.

Zhan Zhan arrived at the Yangtze River, and the drizzle came.

The willow silk hanging on the shore is drizzling, and the flowers embroidered in the field make the spring continuous.

Although the drizzle urges asparagus, the east wind dyes willow.

Night rain in the lotus pond, autumn color on the orange bank.

The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year.

Deep room Chun Zhu is old, and the night rain is sparse.

Screen empty pillow cold, ups and downs.

Drizzle peach blossom water, light gulls fly against the waves.

The guests scattered upstairs and the sails fluttered in the drizzle.

When the drizzle falls and the spring breeze falls, you can drink straight with a whip.

Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.

Peach blossoms fall to the south village path, and the drizzle and oblique wind return alone.

The drizzle is warm and dusty, and several spring peaks are in the clouds.

Drizzle makeup, rain into the house.

The drizzle in the empty forest is silent, only sorrow meets heart.

As soon as the drizzle falls, the flowers swirl down and the leaves of Taoist priests are reborn.

The river is dripping, and the wind is full of violet sound.

It's drizzling on the Jiangting, and I remember Chu Township every day.

I usually sleep on the moon, not to mention the oblique wind and drizzle.

Thousands of willows and thousands of households, the breeze and drizzle fall the residual flowers.

It's mid-spring in Jiangnan, and it's drizzling like smoke.

The gentle wind is partial, and the drizzle does not touch the clothes.