The gale before the storm.
After the rain, the blue clouds dispersed.
When will I hear your voice again, all night in the rain?
Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain
The heavy rain fell on you Yan.
White rain and beads jumped into the boat.
A rainy season
But now I remember that night, that storm.
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain.
It's freezing and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and Chushan is quiet.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.
Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.
Rain or shine, I will realize my wish.
Cold and sad. For the pavilion, it was late and the shower began to rest.
The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.
Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning against the railing to rest the drizzle.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Green bamboo hat, green clothes, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
The lamp on the bead curtain shook my lonely heart and went home. There were two red mansions facing the cold and hiding in the rain.
The small building listens to the spring rain, and the Ming Dynasty sells apricot flowers.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Weicheng rainy city is clear of dust, and the guest house is green and willow.
I passed away yesterday, and the willows are reluctant; It rained when I thought of it today.
Hi Gu Feng, it's cloudy and rainy.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Yu Meiren? Listen to the rain.
Jie Jiang
Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,
The red candle is weak.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,
Jiang Kuoyun's Wild Goose is called West Wind.
Now listen to the rain monk,
The temple is full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
Drop by drop, the next step is not started until dawn.
Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.
Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low.
After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.
There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. How many towers were there in the misty rain?
It was windy and rainy last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and red.
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Sycamore tree, night rain. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat for the wild crossing.
The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. .
Thunder bursts in winter and rain and snow fall in summer.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.
Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.
In Huangmei season, frogs are everywhere in the pond with rain and grass.
Tears fell from her sad white face, and pear blossoms brought spring rain.
2. Create my own poem about rain-Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; Like me, she is wandering in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, as indifferent, as sad and as melancholy as me. She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused.
Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.
3. Poems about rain written by myself: Kong Yu, Rain in Shan Qi. It's raining all over the building, and the sky is blue and the clouds are broken, but it's said that it's raining at night, listening to the wind at night, the sound of rain, and pearls jumping off the boat. It's nice to know that there was a lot of rain, but now I remember that night, the storm in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three before the rainy mountain. Cold rain enters
In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away. Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy.
Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains. Young mermaid.
4. Poem for Rain [Amber Lock Pain]
Stop writing and watch Yan Nan go. Who's tired and who's upset?
Running script, no fishing, no suspense, no calling, no calling.
Secular amber locks are painful, astringent and green.
Throughout the ages, it is difficult to attract charm, but it is a joke to pay attention to youth.
The rain began to smile, and autumn began to become bright.
The story is full of hatred and pain.
Qu Taiqu said that the bleak sand is scattered.
Dead trees have messed up my thoughts and chapters.
The rain began to smile, and autumn began to become bright.
The story hates me for dipping my emotions.
The piano locks the chain and cries at it.
When people don't repay me, I sigh gently.
Street dialogue
I don't see you at sunset anymore.
Refuse to come back
The helplessness of leaving the streets empty.
Time is too fast, and the footprints have not been left.
You've already left.
Maybe you never existed.
It's just a dialogue in which I play a supporting role alone
How can a song of the sea be mottled?
How can a few conversations force the ending?
Alone in the sky
The wind whirled, leaves fell all over the floor, and Ran Ran curled up.
I ran aground alone in autumn.
Refuse to write
Afraid to mention your figure
Memories of two people
This autumn makes people look particularly bohemian.
I clung to my thoughts and trembled in my memory.
Sadness comes to mind.
Be folded into delivery by loneliness
Post-memory conversion buffer.
Wandering in the sky without you
I was forgotten in another world.
The definition between you and me
A lifetime distance dotted with flowers on the other side
This withered maple leaf fell to the ground.
Covered with memories
late autumn
The geese floating in the distance contradict this pale season.
Look up at the clouds in the sky, and the water chestnut is as blurred and enlarged as your face.
Gradually hidden on the horizon.
That Yang Shulin blocked my view of the Iraqis.
I sighed softly to dispel the suspense.
Folding willow carefully sends my thoughts to you.
Give a face that refuses to come back but chews tears.
I divide sad memories into missing.
Simplification begins after you leave.
The moment you exist.
Appear in the scene
After being haggard and cruel, I attached myself to the denominator.
I divide sad memories into missing.
Why did you leave before my memory was shattered?
Before I lose my memory
Let loving you be a souvenir.
I just want to look back and see you by my side.
A cycle of tossing and turning
Jade years are as thin as envelope paper.
You frown and your memory is blurred. Who is it?
Both pen and ink are drunk and elegant.
Several layers of sadness in the world of mortals are accompanied by the decay of old incense.
When the building collapsed, sadness poured back.
You are in a hurry, leaving rouge all over the sky.
How can we catch up with the thin air?
Smelling sadness can lead to disobedience.
The lake is too bright to attract dragonflies.
Trick butterfly, you make me chew tears.
Sandalwood ran aground and dusted off with a smile.
Ye Lingfei flew to the ground, and chaos spread to Yuehui.
Whose sin is it to miss someone in late autumn?
The story is too broken and tortuous to be beautiful.
Turn around and hibernate at the end of the night.
Yes or no
The meeting is a meeting full of right and wrong.
Reincarnation of
fleet
Shallow corner
Only a pair of soles stuck to the ground.
Shallow moonlight scattered on the ground.
Stretch the lonely shadow that only accompanies me.
A shallow smile
I miss your back.
It always blooms in an instant
It froze again in an instant.
Erase from
Standing alone at the intersection of buildings
Waiting and waiting
Looking at the ferry's thoughts
Dreams are empty.
puppet
Does the frost suddenly burn?
Walk slowly.
Shallow ideas
in the past
Floating in the present
Screen out a loneliness.
Always with you
I am original.
Help me write an ancient poem about rain, snow and wind.
Why should Qiangdi complain about the willows? Spring breeze is nothing but Liangzhou Ci, the ring of Yumenguan Wangtang.
In addition to firecrackers, the spring breeze also sends warmth to the "January Festival" in Anshi, Wang Song, Tu Su
Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ? Tang Li Bai's Spring Thought
Wildfire has never exhausted them. They are tall again in the spring breeze. Goodbye to Don Bai Juyi and Fu Degu Cao Yuan.
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me and go boating in Anshi Guazhou, Wang Song?
If you wait for the east wind, it will always be spring, the spring of Song and Zhu.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. The quatrains of Taoist Zhi 'an in Southern Tang Dynasty
Frosty/frosty powder
Can Jingyesi (Li Bai) have been frosted?
Shandong Airlines (Du Mu) frost leaves are red in February.
Zhang Ji (a night near Fengqiao) frosty night.
snow
In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole. Grass withered eagle eyes, light snow. Wang Wei: Hunting observation
2. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Lu Lun: The Family Banquet Song
3. There are some plums in the corner, and Ling cold opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Wang Anshi: Plum Blossoms
There are no birds in one hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in one thousand roads. A boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man are fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue
5. At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is freezing, and the houses are poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Liu Changqing: Master of Furong Mountain in the snow.
6. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan. Wang Changling: Seven Military Services.
7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. Li Bai: It's hard to go.
8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining and the north wind is blowing snow. Normal University: Don't move up.
9. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. Du fu: quatrains
10. The north wind rolled up the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August swept across the Tatar sky. A song "Snow White" sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
rain
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. Zhang's "Fishing Songs"
I want to get my clothes wet, and I don't feel cold when I blow my face.
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. Lu You's The Storm of November 4th
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains at two or three in front of the mountain. Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day