Poems praising the rain and about spring rain~
Ancient times
A cold rainy night comes across the river in Wu Pingming to see off guests in the Ming Dynasty, Changling, the solitary king of Chushan "Gradually"
Since the flying flowers are as light as a dream, the drizzle and drizzle are melancholy. Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sand"
The sound of wind and rain at night, the flowers falling, the young man Meng Hao: "Spring Dawn"
Green raincoats and green coir raincoats must return to Zhang Zhi in the slanting wind and drizzle: "Fishermen's Song"
On the Qingming Festival, rains are pouring down the road, and the soul is about to die. Du Mu: "Qingming"
Weicheng morning rain The light dust guest house is green and the willow color is new. Wang Wei's "Sending the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
The water is shining, the clear mountains are empty, the sky is misty, and the rain is also strange. Su Shi: "Drinking the Lake at the First Sunny Rain"
Zhan The clothes are wet, the apricot blossoms are raining, the face is cold and the willow wind is blowing. Zhi Nanshang's "Quetrains"
Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Du Mu in the misty rain at the young tower of the 480th Temple in the Southern Dynasties
Qiba Xing Two or three o'clock outside, it rains in front of the mountain, Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River"
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain beats Ping Wenxiang's "Ling Ding Yang"
You ask about the return date, Bashan night rain rises in the autumn pond He *** cut the candle from the west window to catch the night rain in Bashan. Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"
Listen to the spring rain in the building at night and deep in the alley. In the Ming Dynasty, apricot flowers were sold and bluebirds passed on the clouds. Letters from foreign countries. Lilacs are empty and the rain is sad. Lu You's "Lin'an" "The First Day of the Spring Rain"
Last night the rain was drenched and the wind was so strong that I slept with the remaining wine. Li Qingzhao's "Dream Order"
The sycamore trees also combined with the drizzle at dusk, bit by bit, the word "sorrow" Li Qingzhao's "Sound" "Slow Voice"
Modern/Modern Times
Yuxiang Author: Dai Wangshu
Hold an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering, leisurely
p>Lonely Rain Alley
I hope to meet
Lilac
A girl with sorrow and resentment
Lilac Color
Fragrance of lilacs
Sorrow of lilacs
Sorrow in the rain
Sadness and hesitation
Wandering and loneliness in the rain lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me
Walking silently
Cold desert, desolate and melancholy
Stepping closer
Stepping closer
Looking like breath
Floating
Like a dream
As sad and confused as a dream
As if a dream is floating
Lilac branch
The man beside me
The silence is far, far away
p>Decashed fence
Walking through the rain lane
Rain Sadness
Disappearing color
Dispersing fragrance
p>
Dissipated and even
Looking like breath
Melancholy like lilac
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering, leisurely
Lonely Rain Alley
I hope to float
Lilac
A girl with sorrow and resentment
Yu said< /p>
-----Children's Song
Zheng Chouyu
(Rain said: April has been waiting for a long time)
Waiting for a long time for fields and pastures< /p>
Waiting for a long time for the fish pond stream
Fields are frozen and confined in winter for planting
The pastures are dry and yellow, cattle and sheep are missing
The fish ponds are cold and shallow. Catching the swimming fish
The stream gradually becomes mute and singing
The rain talks about me and I visit April
I walk softly and speak softly
< p>I am woven like silk threadsI call every child's baby name sweet and accurate
I am thunderous, noisy, windy and crowded
You will know when I am approaching
Don’t use an oiled umbrella, I resist
Don’t close the doors and windows and put up the curtains
Don’t be too busy putting on your raincoat and wearing your bamboo hat
Yu said: I’m close< /p>
My April guest brings spring baptism
Raise your face and let me kiss you
Follow me and step on my steps to take pictures
Follow me and step on the soil of the field to moisturize the soil
Watch the new honeysuckle sprouts sprouting from the pasture
Go around the pond and talk to the fish
Listen to the stream and practice the new composition Laundry Ballad
The rain said: I am far away
The mountain peaks are towering and covered with white clouds
I once played with children
I am lucky
I, Baiyun, smile as a baby
The first thing I want to teach is to smile bravely
You bend down when you see the wicker tree and see me smile
The stone lion sees me smile Tears
The swallows slant their wings when they see me laughing
The second thing I want to teach them is to laugh bravely
The flag clatters when they see me laughing
< p>Want the flag to laugh and the sound of springWant to laugh and hope
The rain said I will be again
Free to laugh, I will rest happily
Eating Ping wiped her mouth
Remember the sweetness of your mouth and my blessing
The afterglow of the mountain rain
The fog became thicker and the showers became thicker
The deeper you walk, the deeper you walk into Minang Palace
The road turns darker and darker at dusk
Ink dots, ink dots, and ink dots
More fog rises from the bottom of the valley
Is the mountain rain
or the rain mountain
Tell me about the pavilion
Listen
The forest stands tall in the shade Deep in the depths
Vocal Birds
Empty mountains with four walls singing verses
Waiting for the afterglow of rain
Waiting, rain, creating rainbow rain< /p>
The sound of cicadas subsides, the sound of frogs rises
The red lotus flames in the pond, the rain
I can feel it all
Every lotus They are all like
Especially across the dusk, across the drizzle
Eternity, moment, moment, eternity
etc., outside and inside,
< p>Wait, moment, eternityHand in my hand, carved
Qingfen
My nostrils, I say, love
No, the hand should pick lotus, Wu Palace
The hand should
rock the handle of cinnamon pulp, the magnolia boat
Stars hanging from the eaves of the science museum
< p>Hanging like earringsSwiss watches say they suddenly go off at seven o'clock
The red lotus steps in the rain, graceful, walking
Like an order
The love story goes back to the hometown
In Jiang Baishi's words, rhyme, go
The rain scene of Zhu Xiang
I am enjoying the rain scene:
Spring night dreaming of pattering in front of the window;
The sound of heavy raindrops hitting banana leaves;
The raindrops blowing on the face like mist;
Thunderstorm with lightning - — Rain me
Although it is gray but transparent;
It contains a sound of expectation
And the clouds are clear and clear
The clear and crisp sound of birds chirping
I like "Waiting for the Rain" and I hope I can help~~~~~~
Source: Du Niang Thinking