Lovely rain on a spring night. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Spring rain and spring rain break the bridge and no one can cross it, and the small boat throws out the green shade - "Spring Tour on the Lake" by Xu Fu of the Song Dynasty
The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and no one can cross the wild boat. horizontal. ——Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"
Spring Dawn. Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
I sleep in the spring without waking up to dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.
Drinking on the lake, it starts to clear and then rains. Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty.
The clear sky is good when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to wear heavy makeup and light makeup.
Quatrains. Southern Song Dynasty, Monk Zhinan.
A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east bridge. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
Yu Gezi. Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. --Song Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
Send off the second envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi. Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. ——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water Resources"
The water is bright and sunny, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. ——Su Shi's "Drinking on the Lake at First Sunny and Later Rain"
It was windy and rainy last night. Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green manure and red skin.
The sycamore tree is also drizzled, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how can one, the word "sorrow" be so good?
The sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night. If you don't know how to leave love, you will suffer. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. .
Winter thunder bursts, summer rain (Yin Yu, the word is this) snow
Rain and wind blow wildly at the end of March, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
Happy spring is gone, and it will rain at some time.
I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain.
Drop the curtains, and the two swallows return in the drizzle.
In the yellow plum season, it rains every house, and there are frogs everywhere in the green grass and ponds
The jade face is lonely and the tears are dry, and a pear blossom brings rain in spring
The rain hates the clouds and is sad, Jiangnan is still called Beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips"
Pink butterflies dance across the threshold, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening. ——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"
Yulin Ling
The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival.
Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
If you ask me how much leisure time I have. Yichuan Tobacco fills the city. Plum yellow Shiyu. .
The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches
The spring is full of beauty, and everything is shining ------- ---An ancient Chinese Yuefu poem "Long Song Xing"
I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors--------"Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang of Tang Dynasty
< p>The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is the willows that fill the imperial capital - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents Zhang Shiba of the Water Department"Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. -----------"Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
It is easy to recognize the east wind, and spring is always bright and colorful----Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty "Spring Day"
The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face without chilling. ---------- "Quequatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty
Chaos The flowers gradually become more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. ――――Bai Juyi 〈〈Spring Tour in Qiantang Lake〉〉
The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. ―――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"
The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. ――――Wei Yingwu's "Xi Jian of Chuzhou"
Spring Rain
Li Shangyin
I am lying in my white clothes during the New Year, and my white door is empty.
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone.
The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.
How can the jade seal and seal be reached? A wild goose flies in the clouds thousands of miles away.