Songs: Rainy Day - Nanquan Mama, Rain Traces - Wei Chen, Meteor Shower is Coming Again - Wei Chen, June Rain, Her Eyes Will Rain - Hu Ge, Qingming Rain - —Xu Song. Poems: 1. Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
2. Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents Outside the Ministry of Water, Zhang Shiba,"
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp,
The color of grass looks far away, but there is no grass up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is the best place to see smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
3. Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"
You have not yet heard about your return date,
The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.
Why should *** cut off the candles from the west window?
But talk about the rainy night in Bashan.
4. Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
The world is as thin as gauze, who makes people ride horses in Beijing.
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass, and the fine breasts of the clear window are used to share tea.
Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival.
5. Su Shi's "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"
The black clouds rolled over the ink but did not cover the mountain,
The white rain jumped into the boat and entered the boat. .
The ground wind blows away suddenly,
The water below the lake tower is like the sky.
6. "Listening to the Rain" by Yang Wanli
I stayed in Yanling in the past year when I returned to the boat.
I could hear the bright light when the rain hit the sparse canopy.
Last night it rained heavily on the eaves,
In my dream I heard the sound of a awning being opened.
7. "A Visitor" by Zhao Shixiu
It rains in every house during the yellow plum season,
There are frogs everywhere in the grass pond.
I have an appointment but I can’t come in the middle of the night.
I’m free to knock the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.
8. "Light Rain on the Jianmen Road" by Lu You
Does this fit the poet?
Xiao Yu rides a donkey into Jianmen.
9. "Like a Dream" by Li Qingzhao
It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and the remaining wine was not consumed by the heavy sleep. 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, fat, red and thin!
10. Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Ring"
The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, 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 to be left out in the Qingqing Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
11. Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley"
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long and lonely rain
Lane,
I hope to meet
a lilac-like
girl with sorrow and resentment.
She has
the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
the same sadness as lilac,
Sadness in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She is wandering in this lonely rain alley,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
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Walking in silence,
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently
As she approached, she cast a
breath-like look,
she floated by
Like a dream,
Like a dream, sad and confused.
Like floating in a dream
A branch of lilac,
This girl floated by my side;
She was quietly far away Away, far away,
reached the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the mournful song of the rain,
Her color faded,
Her fragrance dispersed,
Dissipated, Even her
eyes were as breathless,
as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
and lonely rain alley,
I hope to float< /p>
A lilac-like girl
a sad and resentful girl.