Poetry about rain

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistens things silently, the wild trails and clouds are all black, the rivers and boats are bright, and the flowers fall into Jinguancheng.

If you are interested, you can have a look at it if you have time: the old yellow calendar. com。

If you use a desktop computer or laptop to open it. You will find all kinds of information you choose in the right column. The classification is very fine. Spring rain, summer rain, autumn rain, winter rain and so on.