Every time you mention Li Shangyin's poems, which sentence comes to your mind first?

The first sentence that comes to mind, which is also my favorite, is "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, but talks about the rain at night" in Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night. When I was at school, I didn't have any hobbies about reading, but I liked reading ancient poems. When I was a child, there was no machine mahjong, and my parents liked to go to the farmhouse when they played cards. It often rains in the south, especially in summer nights. It often rained outside before they retreated. At this time, I will sit on the small bench outside the pavilion with the children brought by other parents, watching the raindrops tick the lotus leaves. The artistic conception depicted in Notes to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night always reminds me of this point from time to time. Perhaps this is the charm of ancient poetry.