Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
All the wild clouds are black, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Han Yu's Light Rain in Early Spring
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Qin Guan's Spring Day
The light thunder fell all night, and the frivolous tiles were uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.
Wang Fuzhi's Qing Ping Le Yong Fish
Return to the sound of birds and cut off the south branch road. No matter how small the Yang Zhu blooms, the lotus drops a thousand hectares. With the waves, the fish were killed and duckweed began to fill the pond. Who believes that the sunset is still on the horizon of blue Yun Shenchu?
Zhou Bangyan's "Playing Music"
Smoke at night, the birds are quiet in spring, and the house is high when it rains. The wall is sapphire, washed with lead paste, and the tender tips collide. Moisturize the piano silk, the cold invades the pillow barrier, and the insect net blows and sticks to the curtain bamboo. There is no one at the post station, listening to the eaves constantly, and I am sleepy. Nai sorrow is very frequent, dreams are hard to remember, and self-pity is lonely. Pedestrians return quickly and are the first reading stream, which will hinder the hub. However, Lancheng is dying, Wei Jie is clean, and it is easy to be sad when he is idle. I don't blame Pingyang guest, but my tears flow and my flute is sad. The situation is bleak, the national brothel is red, and peaches are like peaches outside the door. Who goes for a night outing with a candle?
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An 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.