Poetry describing morning rain

1. Poems about morning rain

Poems about morning rain 1. What are the poems about rainy mornings

1. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp. , the color of grass looks far away but there is no grass up close.

——Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents the Water Department Zhang Shiba Yuanwai" explains: Silk rain is falling over the capital avenue. It is as fine and moist as butter. From a distance, the grass color is vaguely connected, but when viewed up close, it appears sparse. Sporadic. 2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.

——Interpretation of Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence in Autumn" After a new rain, the green mountains and green valleys become more and more quiet. As night falls, the cool breeze blows, making people feel more autumnal. 3. The rain has come to rest, and the autumn air on the empty mountain is clear.

——Li Duan's "Traveling to Maoling Mountain with Wei Jinbu" Explanation The rain last night has stopped in the morning, and the air in the empty mountain is fresh. 4. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.

——Interpretation of "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran The wind and rain kept coming last night. How many of the beautiful spring flowers were blown down? 5. It is good when the water is bright and clear, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. ——Su Shi's "Two Poems on Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain·Part 2" Explanation: Under the bright sunshine, the water of the West Lake is sparkling and beautiful, and it looks beautiful; on rainy days, under the cover of the rain curtain, the water around the West Lake is The mountains are confusing, and if they are there or not, they look very strange.

6. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——Zhinan's interpretation of "Quatrain·A Short Canopy Tie in the Shade of Ancient Trees" The warm wind that gently blows on people's faces, carrying the fresh breath of willows, is intoxicating.

7. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring: Thousands of miles of orioles singing in the green and red" Definition: There are temples filled with incense everywhere, and pavilions and pavilions stand in the hazy mist and rain.

8. The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. ——Interpretation of Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" It has just rained in the early morning. The dust in Weicheng is moist, the air is fresh, and the hotel is greener.

9 The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine. ——Liu Yuxi's "Two Poems on Bamboo Branches·Part 1" Definition: The sun rises in the east and rain begins in the west. It is said that there is no sunshine but there is still sunshine.

10. Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. ——Liu Yuxi's "Two Poems on Bamboo Branches·One" Interpretation of Yangliuqing The water of the Qingjiang River is wide and flat, and I can hear the sound of my lover singing on the river.

2. Poems about the cessation of rain and early morning

Poems about rain 1. In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties, there are many towers in the mist and rain.

---- Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" 2. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. --- Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi" 3. The clothes are wet with apricots Flowers rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling. --- Monk Zhinan's "Quequatrains" 4. The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest house is green and the willows are new.

――――Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" 5. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn———— (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") 6. Rainy Autumn When the cold comes, the wind is strong and the river is clear and the river is refreshing. Li Bai's "Reward Pei Shiyu for seeing the rain when he feels the rain" 7. The rain has come to rest, and the autumn air on the empty mountain is clear and clear. Li Duan's "Traveling to Maoling Mountain Accompanying Wei Jinbu" 8. Rain Path There are many green leaves in the frost garden, and there are many red leaves in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi's "Sima's House" 9. There is no rain on the mountain road, and people's clothes are wet in the sky. (Wang Wei: "In the Mountains") 10. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to stop. soul. ----- Du Mu's "Qingming" poem about rainy days 11. The water is bright and sunny, but the mountains are empty and rainy is also strange.

---- Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and the Later Rain on the Lake" 12. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain is hitting the rafts --- Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" 13. The remaining clouds harvest the summer heat , New rain brings Qiulan - Cen Shen's "Water Pavilion Sends Huayin Wang Shaofu back to the County" 14. After the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance, Li Chongyuan's "Recalling Wangsun·Xia Ci" of the Song Dynasty, Li Chongyuan's floating melons, ice and snow, 15. The cold rain lingers on the river, and I come to Wu at night, and I see off my guest in Chushan alone during the day. (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 16. I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. ——Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th" 17. Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and there is two or three rains in front of the mountain. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon in the Xijiang River" 18. The wild fires on the mountain tops are burning in the cold, and the lonely peaks are wet with smoke in the rain. .

Hearing that there is no fighting in western Liaoning, he often sleeps drunkenly in restaurants. ——Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of the Hu People in Yanmen" 19. The cool moon is like an eyebrow hanging over the willow bay, and the mountains in the middle of the country can be seen in the mirror.

Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi River for three days, and carp came to the beach in the middle of the night. ——Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty, "Song of Lanxi River" 20. The grass is long on the Suxi Pavilion, who is leaning against the east wind? The swallows do not return, it is late in spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain.

——Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty, "Suxi Pavilion" and "Poems About Rain" Poems about rainy days. Chapter 2 The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen. - Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

-Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are falling in front of the mountain. - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The light rain in the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

- Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Presented to the Ministry of Water Resources Zhang Shiba Yuanwai" The spring tide brings rain and comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. -Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream" The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.

- "Quequatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty. It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

- Song Dynasty Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation" Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle.

- Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. - Monk Zhinan's "Quequa" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new.

-Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the mist and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into sleep.

-Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. - Du Mu's "Qingming" The clear water is beautiful when the water shines brightly, and the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange.

-Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and the Later Rain on the Lake" The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain is beating down. - Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" The rain hates the clouds, but Jiangnan is still called a beauty.

-Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips" Pink butterflies dance across the threshold in pairs, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening. - Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le" The article you are browsing is compiled by (First Model Article Network), and the copyright belongs to the original author and original source.

Beautiful poems about rain. The falling flower is independent, and the light and swift swallows fly together. Entering Wu in the cold rainy night, I see off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning.

The clouds are green and it looks like it is raining, and the water is still and it looks like smoke. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is sunny but sometimes sunny.

On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain. He was so angry that he leaned against the railing and the rain stopped.

It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. The red building faces each other across the rain, and the cold beads and foil floating lanterns return alone.

Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, apricot blossoms are sold in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley. When you asked about your return date, it rained at night in Bashan and the autumn ponds swelled.

Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? The morning rain in Weicheng is clear and the dust is clear, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.

In the past, when I went there, the willow trees lingered; now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing. Get used to the valley breeze, and use the clouds to rain.

At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close.

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. In late autumn, thousands of houses are covered with rain, and a flute of wind blows on the rooftop as the sun sets.

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. The only thing I won't forget now is the mist of dusk and the spring rain crossing the maple bridge.

The rain is strong and the wind is good and evil, but don’t be tired of the thatched cottage being low. After the rain, the grass is fragrant and the sun is setting. The apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallow mud is fragrant.

It was windy and rainy last night. Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine.

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 manure and red manure.

The sycamore tree is covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, the word "sorrow" is so special.

Putong trees, rain in the middle of the night. If you don't know how to leave love, you will suffer.

One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.

Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. I can't make up my mind all day long, and my tears are like rain.

The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle. Poems about rainy days. During the yellow plum season, it rains every house. There are frogs everywhere in the green grass and ponds. The jade face is lonely and full of tears. A pear blossom brings rain in spring.

If you ask about leisure time, how much is it? Yichuan Tobacco fills the city.

Plum yellow Shigure. Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already covered with ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.

The river is raining heavily, the river is full of grass, the mountains are empty, the rain is strange, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind is filling the building, the rain is passing, the sky is blue, the clouds are broken, but the virginity is broken, but Bashan is raining at night. When it rains, the heavy rain falls, and the swallows are white, and the rain is scattered, and the beads jump into the boat, and there is a misty rain. There is no wind or rain, no sunshine, no rain, no bells, no bells, no chills, no cicadas in my life. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen 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.

Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more embarrassing and neglecting the Qingqiu Festival.

Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. This passing year should be a time of good times and good scenery.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them? Poppy: Listening to the Rain Jiang Jie The young man is listening to the song of rain upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles.

A man in his prime is listening to the rain in a boat. The clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling in the west wind. Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, there are already stars on his temples.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, every step of the way reaches the sky.

3. What are the poems that describe the good mood when it rains in the morning?

1. "Early Spring, Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water (Part 1)"

Tang Dynasty Generation: Han Yu

The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital

Translation: The streets of the capital are covered with raindrops. The raindrops are as dense and moist as milk, and the grass emerges from the ground. From a distance, the grass looks vaguely connected, but when seen up close, it appears sparse and sporadic. The most beautiful scenery of the year is the scenery in early spring, which is far better than the late spring when the city is full of green poplars.

2. "Drinking on the Lake after the First Sunny and the Second Rain·Two Poems"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The clear sky is good when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty The rain is also strange.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

Translation: On a sunny day, the water of the West Lake is rippling, shining in the sun, and it is extremely beautiful.

When it rains, the mountains in the distance are shrouded in mist and rain, appearing and disappearing, and the eyes are confused. This hazy scenery is also very beautiful. If the beautiful West Lake is compared to the beauty Xi Tzu, then whether it is light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always well highlight her natural beauty and charming charm.

3. "April in the Countryside"

Song Dynasty: Weng Juan

The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.

There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

Translation: The hillsides and fields are lush with vegetation, and the color of the water in the rice fields complements the skylight. There is mist and rain in the sky, cuckoos are singing, and the earth is a prosperous scene. April is here, and no one is idle. They just finished sericulture and have to plant rice seedlings again.

4. "Spring Day"

Song Dynasty: Qin Guan

One night, light thunder fell on thousands of silk threads, and the jade light was uneven.

The loving peony contains spring tears, the powerless rose lies on the dawn branch.

Translation: Light thunder rang, and the spring rain pattered down. It cleared up after the rain, and the sun seemed to be floating among the green tiles that had just been washed by the rain. After the spring rain, the peonies are full of tears, full of affection; the roses lie down, charming and lovable.

5. "The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.

I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.

Translation: The light rain in the early morning moistened the dust on the ground in Weicheng. The air was fresh and the hotel was greener. I sincerely advise my friend to drink another glass of fine wine. It will be difficult to meet old relatives when you leave Yangguan to the west

4. An ancient poem describing the heavy rain in the morning

Han Xing is happy in the morning and the mountains and rivers are refreshing. , living in the quiet alleys.

It can eliminate stagnant thoughts and disperse leftovers. When people draw water, they get up for the first time. When they return to their den, the swallows are temporarily startled.

Letting go is not enough, the gap has already arisen. Du Xunhe's Thoughts on the Autumn Morning When the leaves are falling, travelers are startled by their first dreams.

Zhongcai was exhausted on the pillow, and things had already happened before his eyes. The hair that sings does not grow black, and the friendship in the world does not last long.

And make a fair agreement, and return to the farm before you can bear it. Weng Cheng praises the joy of morning. When you get up in the morning outside the bamboo pavilion, you will feel free and happy.

The early cold brings a coldness to the house, and the lonely moon shines on the Guanhe River. When I travel, I eat sweet terrestris, and when I return home, I remember the dill.

As if there is land, he is free and singing wildly. Cao Song: Get up in the morning. The color of dawn teaches you not to sleep. The curtains are rolled up and the air is clear.

There are only a few branches in the forest, and there is a chill in the wind. The birds are chirping in their bells, and the lotuses are sitting in the mist.

Don’t doubt that in the daytime, the road is endless. Li Jianxun's morning view of the small garden in spring and the reception of the roommates. The most abundant apricot flowers are in bloom, and the branches are like those held by hands.

One thing to note is that once spring comes, don’t get tired of reading it a hundred times. Birds chirp, the wind is latent, bees are late and the dew has not yet dried.

If you can drink and drink, you will receive a discount and a crown. Wu Jun Gao Shiyong·He Youchenmen He You conceals the art of farming, and Chenmen hides behind the pass.

The name of Taoism can be humble, but the mind is at ease. Mixing in the realm of right and wrong, wandering in the world between heaven and earth.

They also ridiculed Kong Xuanfu, but he never returned. Lu Zhaolin In the early morning, the sun conceals the dusk in Hongdu. The river is low and arrows are moving randomly.

Insects fly to the bright moon door, magpies circle around the falling flower branches. The orchid-collared tent is in the north ravine, and the jade box and drum are rippled with ripples.

Wherever I hear the singing of an oriole, there is a dark veil covered with dawn clouds. Bai Juyi's "Morning Rising" The old bird moves in the front forest, and the morning light shines on the east room.

The copper stove adds morning incense, and the sarong extinguishes the remaining candles. The wind has recovered a little when I wake up, my eyes are full and I am just beginning to sleep.

He sat up without thinking and tapped his teeth thirty-six times. How to relieve Suzhai with a cup of mica porridge.

5. What are the poems about "the rain stops" and "morning"

Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows slant in the breeze. (Tang Du Fu's "Two Poems on the Water Threshold to Heart" 》) Sparse smoke and bright moon trees, light rain falling in the village of flowers. (Song Dynasty Yu Jing's "Zi Gui") The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen. (Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn") The night rain cuts spring leeks, and the new cooking room is yellow. (Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's "Gift to the Eight Immortals of the Guard") A night of rain in the mountains revealed hundreds of springs under the trees. (Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Farewell to Zizhou Li Shijun") The falling flower man is independent, and the light and swift swallows fly together. (Tang Dynasty, Weng Hong's "Spring" "Remnant") A light rainy night has come, and I don't know how spring grass grows. ("Remnant" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty) Facing the heavy rain, Chaimen is filled with spectacular mountains. ("Rain" by Chen Yuyi of the Song Dynasty) The light wind shakes the flowers, and the drizzle tangles the branches. (Spring Poems by Wang Jian of Qi Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties) The blue stream is full of wind, and the fragrant trees are still in the rain. (Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, "Written on the Road") The spring breeze rains on the river, and the mirror has frost on the temples at dawn. (Rain by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty) ) Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Spring Night Happy Rain") Spring doves sing in the wild trees, and drizzle falls into the pond. (Tang Dynasty, Li Deyu, "Remembering the Spring Rain") The courtyard is quiet and the rain is heard, and the forest is high and far away. Wind. ("Rainy Night" by He Jingming, Ming Dynasty) Thousands of thunders fell, and rain came from thousands of peaks. ("Guangyang Daozhong" by Li Panlong, Ming Dynasty).

6. What are the poems that describe the "drizzle" in the morning?

1. The spring evening of Xiaoying in drizzle. People are like jade, willows are like eyebrows, and they are in love.

"Dingxifan·Xiaoyu Xiaoying Spring Festival Gala" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun

Xiaoyu Xiaoying Spring Festival Gala. People are like jade, willows are like eyebrows, and they are in love.

The lush green curtain is rolled up, and there is a branch of flowers in the mirror. If the heart is broken and the news is blocked, the geese come rarely.

Definition:

In the drizzle, the Xiaoying sings the morning song of late spring.

A beautiful woman with a jade-like face and curved eyebrows, which contains a lot of lovesickness. Roll up the emerald curtains high and look in the mirror, your face is as gorgeous as a flower. The lovesickness made her heartbroken, but because the wild geese came in late spring, she lost the news of her loved one.

2. The morning rain in Weicheng is lightly dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.

From "Song of the Second Envoy to Anxi/Weicheng" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. (One work: The guest house is nestled in the willow spring)

I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west.

Definition:

A spring rain in the morning in Weicheng moistened the light dust, and the branches and leaves of the willow trees around the guest house were green and new. My old friend invites you to have another glass of fine wine. It will be difficult to meet old relatives when you leave Yangguan to the west.

3. The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.

From "Huanxisha·Momo Qinghan goes up to the small building" written by Qin Guan in the Song Dynasty

Momo Qinghan goes up to the small building, the rogue in the dawn is like a poor autumn. Light smoke and flowing water paint a quiet screen.

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. Small silver hooks hang on the treasure curtain.

Definition:

Waves of gentle spring cold hit the small building, and the sky in the early morning was as gloomy as late autumn, which made people feel uninteresting. Looking back at the painting screen, I can see the faint smoke and gurgling water, creating a quiet artistic conception. The catkins are flying like an ethereal dream, and the drizzle falling is like my sorrow. Look at the curtain decorated with jewels hanging casually on small silver hooks.

4. The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.

"Nian Nujiao·Spring Love" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed. Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. The rhyme of the poem is complete. Holding your head and sobering up, it is not a leisurely feeling. After the war is over, it’s hard to express all the worries.

It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them. The cold incense will dispel new dreams and sleep, and you can't afford to worry about others. The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, and it feels like a spring outing. The sun is high and the smoke is gathering, and it looks like it will be sunny today.

Definition:

In the desolate courtyard, a slanting wind and drizzle blew, and the courtyard doors were closed tightly. The delicate spring flowers are about to bloom, and the tender willows are gradually turning green. The Cold Food Festival is approaching, and it's a troublesome time. I have to write a poem with dangerous rhymes. After waking up from the drunkenness, I am still in a idle and boring mood, and I don't have a lot of worry in my heart. The geese flying far away flew by, but the thousands of words in my heart could not be conveyed.

It has been cold and cold upstairs for the past few days, and the curtains were hung low. I am too lazy to rely on the jade railing. The brocade quilt is cold, the incense has faded, and I wake up from a short dream. This scene made it impossible for me, who was already so worried, to sleep peacefully. The new dew trickles in the morning, and the newly sprouted tung leaves are a deep green, which adds to the mood of spring outing. The sun is high and the morning smoke is beginning to rise. Let’s see if today will be another sunny day.

5. The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of spring is fading.

From "Lang Tao Sha Ling·The Gurgling Rain Outside the Curtain" written by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties

The rain gurgling outside the curtain indicates the waning mood of spring. Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.

Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The world is limitless. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth.

Definition:

The gurgling sound of rain came from outside the door curtain in the early morning, and the rich spring spirit was about to wither. Even the brocade quilt I wore last night couldn't withstand the cold at the fifth watch. Only by forgetting that you are a guest in a dream can you enjoy a moment of happiness.

One should not go up the stairs alone and lean on the railing to look far away, which will cause endless longing and emotion for the motherland. It's easy to leave but hard to see your homeland again. In the past, the withered red flowers returned with the spring like the drained river. Comparing the past and present, one is in heaven and the other is on earth.

7. Poems about rain

Wei Yingwu's "Secret Residence": Although the noble and the humble are different, they all have camps when they go out.

There is no external attachment, so this is the feeling of living in seclusion. The light rainy night has come, and I don’t know how spring grass grows.

Suddenly dawn has dawned on the green hills, and birds are singing around the house. Sometimes they are walking with Taoist figures, or following the woodcutter. When you are safe and careless, who can call you Bo Shirong?

Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Bai Juyi's "The White-haired Man in Shangyang": "The shadow of Geng Geng behind the broken lamp on the wall, the rustle of the dark rain hitting the window" (excerpt) Jiang Kui's "Ping Fu doesn't want to go when he sees the move": I am old and have no intention of listening. Orchestra, it is not convenient to have a glass of wine when you are sick. The rain before autumn is rare in life, so beg me to sleep comfortably in the empty hall.

Su Shi's "Ding Fengbo": Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.

The steep spring breeze blows and wakes me up. It is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there is no wind, rain or eyesight.

(My favorite, haha) Fang Yue's "Listening to the Rain": Listening to the rain while sleeping in the bamboo studio, moss grows in the dream. The door is facing the lonely mountain, and the bird is not guessing.

Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream": There is a lonely grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

The first of Wang Zao's "Two Poems on Immediate Matters": The swallows will speak of their young in the deep summer, and there is not much shade in the green locust garden. When it rains at the west window, no one can see it, and the plantains spread out for several feet.

Wen Tong's "Hokusai After the Rain": After the rain, two birds come to occupy the bamboo, and in the deep autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers. Zheng Wenbao's "Liu Zhi Ci": Pavilions and pavilions are painted in the spring pool, until the pedestrians are half drunk; regardless of the smoke and wind and rain, they will cross the Yangtze River south of the Yangtze River.

Xu Fu's "Spring Tour in the Lake": When will the swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water. When the spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, the small boat pushes out of the willow shade.

"April in the Countryside" by Weng Juan: The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation": During the Huangmei season, it rains every house, and there are frogs everywhere in the green grass pond. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.

(What a beautiful artistic conception) Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower": It's cold and rainy night when I enter Wu, and I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.

Wen Tingyun's "Geng Liu Zi": The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and true suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.

(Too beautiful to be speechless) Dai Shulun's "Suxi Pavilion": It's late in spring when the swallows don't return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the mist and rain. Li Shangyin: I asked you about your return date, but it rained in Bashan at night and the autumn ponds swelled.

Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? There are many lyrics, such as rain in June, coming to Taipei to watch the rain in winter, meteor shower, rain keeps falling, red rain, blue rain, rain not tears, are you okay in a foreign country, there is a cloud made of rain in the wind, Wait, these songs all have lyrics about rain. You can check them out. It’s so easy.

1. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.

(Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") 3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Spring Night Joyful Rain") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and wet people's clothes. (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") 5. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.

(Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song") 6. Lying down in the late night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse and the glacier. (Lu You: "Wind and Rain on November 4th") 7. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.

(Du Mu: "Qingming") 8. The cold rain falls on the river at night, and I see off my guests in Chu Shangu at dawn. (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 9. The morning rain in Weicheng is filled with light dust, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.

(Wang Wei's "Sending the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi") 10. The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. (Su Shi: "Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake") Green bamboo hats and green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song" The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling .

————- Monk Zhinan's "Quequatrains" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ―――Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" There are many towers in the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties in the mist and rain.

――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. ―――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th" Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

――――Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.

-----Du Mu's "Qingming" The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. ——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sha·Momo Qinghan Goes Up to the Small Building" The wind and rain are miserable, and the rooster crows.

Now that I have seen a gentleman, why should I not be barbaric? The wind and rain are blowing, and the rooster crows. Now that I've seen a gentleman, how can I not be confused? The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless.

Now that I have seen a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? ——Book of Songs "Wind and Rain" Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you! ——"Shangxie" by Yuefu of the Han Dynasty Far away is the Altair star, and the bright and clear river is a Han woman.

Slender and simple hands, playing tricks on the machine. The whole day is unfinished, and the tears are as cold as rain; the river is clear and shallow, how much longer it is! There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.

——"The Faraway Altair" by Yuefu of the Han Dynasty. It's like water pouring from the east, but there is no sun returning to the west.

The night raindrops fall on the empty steps, and the light leaves the room darkly at dawn. When we feel sorry for each other and we all stop drinking, when will we get together to share our feelings? ——He Xun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, "Farewell at night before leaving for the old travels" I have been thinking about the guest for a long time, and I have traveled thousands of miles alone.

The river is dark and the rain is about to come, and the waves are white and the wind is beginning to rise. ——He Xun sent each other off during the Southern and Northern Dynasties. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night.

——"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. There are thousands of miles in Qingcao Lake, but one person walks in the yellow plum rain. I'm worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach, the sound of the wind turning the dark waves and the boats.

——"Lang Tao Sha" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The wind returns, the clouds break, the rain begins to clear, and the lakeside is warm and bright again. The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly.

The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy in flight, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole language has not been completed. I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year.

——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Morning in South Lake" The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate.

——"Pipa Parade" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun is setting. Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping.

——Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty, "Willow Branches" Early in the morning, the cicadas crow and then stop, and the remaining lights go out and light up again. I heard it raining at night through the window, and the sound of bananas came first.

——Bai Ju, Tang Dynasty.