But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn".
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, but there are two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. -Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon.
The rain in the sky is crisp, the grass looks far and near, and there is nothing. -Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department to Early Spring.
The rain brought by the spring tide comes late and quickly, and no one can ferry on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
I want to wet the apricot blossom rain, but my face doesn't feel cold. -Zhinan and Shangjueju in the Southern Song Dynasty
In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -Song Zhao Shi Xiu's Invitation.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
I want to get my clothes wet, and my apricot flowers get wet, but my face doesn't feel cold.
The rain in Weicheng is light and the dust is light, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.
Four hundred and eighty halls in the Southern Dynasties are full of terraced fields and misty rain. -Du Mu's Poems of Jiangnan Spring
Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. It rained after Su Shi's Drinking on the Lake.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the clouds are surging, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang crossed Lingdingyang.
Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's "Dianjiang Lip"
Both butterflies danced over the threshold, and at dusk the curtains were rolled up to disperse the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le".
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
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.
Pavilions and pavilions, singing and dancing, the wind always blows away.
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle.
It's already dusk, and it's getting stormier.
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.
In Ming Dynasty, Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain and sold apricot flowers.
In June, before the due date, autumn rain rose in the pond in autumn. Why * * * want to cut the candle at the west window, but want to talk about the rain at night?
Weicheng rainy city is clear of dust, and the guest house is green and willow.
Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; Today, when I think about it, it is raining.
Like the wind, like the rain.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
The rain in Tianjie is 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.
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
Only today, I don't forget that the evening smoke and spring rain have 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.
Last night, the wind was sparse and the rain was sudden. Deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and red.
Platanus acerifolia dripped and dripped until dusk. This time, what a sad sentence.
Sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night. The feeling of never giving up is bitter. Every leaf, with a sound, fell into the light.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and no one crossed the boat in the wild.
In March, the rain and wind are crazy, and the door is covered with dusk, so I don't plan to stay in spring.
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Cherish spring, spend rain in a hurry.
All day, without a chapter, I cried like rain.
Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. ...
Pear flower brought spring rain, and tears fell from her sad white face.
If you ask how much leisure, a stream full of smoke, plum yellow rain.
Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It is already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and it is still flowers and plants, rivers and rain, and rivers and plants.
The hazy mountains presented a rare sight in the rain and fog.
The gale before the storm.
After the rain, the blue clouds dispersed.
When will I hear your voice again, all night in the rain?
The heavy rain fell on you Yan.
White rain and beads jumped into the boat.
Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.
Rain or shine, I will realize my wish.