Describe the beautiful jade in classical Chinese
10,000 miles from Caoqing Lake,
A person can walk in Huang Meiyu.
Worried about not seeing the beach at night,
The sound of the wind crossing the dark waves and hitting the ship.
Gu Gu Tian Yan Dao Ji
Flying in the fog,
Rhododendrons crowed among the rhododendrons.
Things can't go back at the end of the year,
Who is complaining about the moon and who is worrying about smoke?
Plum rain is fine and the breeze is weak.
The man leaning against the building wants to touch his clothes.
The old garden bloomed three times,
Manqian Tianya still doesn't go home.
He Tianchong Zhou Bangyan
Mei Yu Ji, Xia Feng harmony, high willow cicada singing.
The terrace of the small garden is far away from the pool, and the fish play with new lotus flowers.
Yarn kitchen, light feather fan, cold pillow and deep courtyard.
The mood at this time is this time, and it is nothing for the gods.
Ding Xin Qiji
Weeds are not spring, cuckoos are old friends.
Why don't you go home and live? Plum rains and pomegranate flowers leave your soul.
The ministers in the front hall and the women in the deep hall are all wearing robes and red scarves.
The rise and fall of Mo Wen today. Listen, in front of flowers, feathers are ashamed.
Peach blossom snubbed Ming Anonymous.
Peach blossoms were left out in the cold and floated with the wind, and residual flowers fell across the bridge.
Under the bridge, goldfish play in the water, and birds by the water manage their new hair.
Huang Meiyu's sweater is not wet, and raindrops and pears are particularly charming.
Charm is often accompanied by weeping willows and flying high in purple.
A beautiful woman in a high cabinet plays Yu Di with a string hanging on the flute.
The silk is exquisite and fragrant, and there is a fan in the hand.
The sails on both sides of the beach are very stable, sitting firmly in the boat and shaking slowly.
It's too late to roll into the Xihe River, and the night window is lonely and boring.
Chatting about the cold screen window, falling clouds being knocked by water,
Knock on the door and ask Tiantai Road. There is a broken bridge passing by the bridge, and peaches are planted beside the bridge.
Jianglou District Lee Ha
There is running water on Jiangling Road in front of the building, and the carp is getting old.
Xiaochai urged his temples to talk about the south wind and sail home for a day.
Catfish sings plum rain in Pukou, and the wine flag on the pole is changed to bamboo.
Xiao * * * Baiyun made a mistake, and the yellow powder oil shirt was sent to the Lord.
The new jar of wine is bitter and light, and the south lake is white.
There are thousands of miles of sorrow in front of you, and Xiaoyu sees the mountain.
Emotional Bai Juyi
Playing in the atrium, I suddenly saw my hometown.
Who gave it to me yesterday? It is adjacent to Chanjuanzi in the east.
Because I thought of giving time and language, I ended it with a knot.
I want to walk like a shoe, and two lines will stop.
When I arrived at the general's office, I wandered for three thousand miles.
I'm here as a lover.
I am disappointed at present, but I haven't seen it again and again.
People walk in pairs. How can there be similarities?
It's a pity that the embroidered table is inside.
After the plum rain, all the dark flowers and plants died.
Knowing a little about Tongzhou from official books, I feel very disappointed because I have become four Bai Juyi.
Come to a book to explain Tongzhou in detail, which is at the head of Shangen Gorge.
There are thousands of fires on all sides and a river in the center.
Insects and snakes block the road during the day, and gnats pounce on the county government at dusk.
What's the crime of sending you here to live? There is nowhere to ask why.
There is more than Wan Ren in Zadian Mountain, and people should like to refute it.
There are many tigers under the fence in cloudy years, and fish are sold in sandy heads in rainy days.
Clothing spots and plum rains must be ironed, but rice fields cannot be hoed.
I have tried my best to pass three exams, and I am worried about killing Li Shangshu.
[Minister Shi Li was first demoted to a state and died there. ]
There are few doctors in sparsely populated areas, and there is a lot of malaria in Qiu Lin during the summer drought.
How about taking care of yourself when you are old and not coming to the four bodies?
The dwarf laughed at Dong Fangshuo, and Coix lachryma worried about Ma Fubo.
Don't send troubles into illness, always sing a song.
Tongzhou chaos, Sima as the chief.
An injured bird is uncertain, and Wolong cannot move without water.
The sword was buried at the bottom of the prison. Who digs deep? It's cold in the pine frost.
Raise your eyes and try not to be disappointed, you will be full of Chang 'an.
Bai Juyi, a native of Hunan, saw the guests off.
Seeing things in the south gradually every year will hurt the feelings of northern tourists.
Shan Gui jumped up with one foot, and the canyon ape mourned three times.
Sailing in Caoqing Lake and getting wet in Huang Meiyu.
It's hard to send Pisces after I left, and I can't get to the city recently.
Bai Juyi encountered a storm on the north bank of Jiujiang.
In Huangmei County, Huang Meiyu, there are Chinese Pulsatilla in the white-headed waves.
Jiujiang has no shore, and there are many bad winds at the end of May.
The hidden road in the world should be infinite. Why are you involved?
2. Poetry describing the rainy season Song Zhao Shi Xiu
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
I didn't go past midnight on my date, so I knocked on the chess pieces and dropped them in the snuff.
There are also famous He Zhu's; "A stream of smoke, the wind blowing all over the city, plum yellow rain" is just a sentence.
Langtaosha Bai Juyi
10,000 miles from Caoqing Lake,
A person can walk in Huang Meiyu.
Worried about not seeing the beach at night,
The sound of the wind crossing the dark waves and hitting the ship.
Gu Gu Tian Yan Dao Ji
Flying in the fog,
Rhododendrons crowed among the rhododendrons.
Things can't go back at the end of the year,
Who is complaining about the moon and who is worrying about smoke?
Plum rain is fine and the breeze is weak.
The man leaning against the building wants to touch his clothes.
The old garden bloomed three times,
Manqian Tianya still doesn't go home.
3. Poems about Meiyu: Bai Juyi, Langtaosha, Cao Qinghu, Wan Li, Huang Meiyu, walking alone.
I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach. The partridge swallow Dao Ji flies in the fog, and the cuckoo cries among the azaleas.
At the end of the year, things are different, people are complaining, and who is worried. Plum rain is fine, the breeze is weak, and I lean against the building to get clothes.
The old garden has faded for three years, and the world has not yet returned. Crane soars into the sky, and there are many rainy winds and high willows and cicadas in Zhou Bangyan.
The terrace of the small garden is far away from the pool, and the fish play with new lotus flowers. Yarn kitchen, light feather fan, cold pillow and deep courtyard.
The mood at this time is this time, and it is nothing for the gods. Xin Qiji's wild flowers are not suitable for spring, and Du Fu is an old knowledge.
Why don't you go home and live? Plum rains and pomegranate flowers leave your soul. The ministers in the front hall and the women in the deep hall all wore robes and red scarves.
The rise and fall of Mo Wen today. Listen, in front of flowers, feathers are ashamed.
The weather is changeable these days, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, like a monkey's face. No, it was the scorching sun, which soon turned into a rainstorm. When it rains, there is still the sun in the sky. Why is there such weather? It turns out that it is the rainy season. Meiyu season refers to the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, which usually occurs from mid-June to late July every year, when plums are ripe.
The weather is changeable these days, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, like a monkey's face. No, it was the scorching sun, which soon turned into a rainstorm. When it rains, there is still the sun in the sky. Why is there such weather? It turns out that it is the rainy season. Meiyu season refers to the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. Generally, it is rainy and rainy from mid-June to late July when plums are ripe.
Plum rainy days are hot and humid, and food tends to turn sour and moldy. If you eat these foods, it will cause gastrointestinal diseases and even poisoning.
The nasty plum rains were intermittent, from June 25th to July 1, and it rained for seven days and seven nights. It's really boring
Plums are yellow, raindrops are falling, and the annoying rainy season is coming again. My life is also covered with small blue mildew spots, and nasty things are like raindrops. I didn't do well in the exam, making friends was interfered by my parents, and there was an argument with my classmates, which deepened the rift between my parents. In short, I have all the troubles that a middle school student should have. In fact, many problems are secondary. The most serious thing is that you have to be with two people who are full of doubts about your words and deeds every day, but they are your closest relatives! I feel like I'm going crazy, as if I'm back to the hottest days of the past few days. The air pressure is so low and the air is so hot. Like a steamer, it's stuffy and depressing. It seems that there is always a layer of sticky sweat on my body that makes people uncomfortable.
Jiangnan in Meiji is drizzling and foggy. Water drops will roll down from glass, cabinets and even electrical appliances. At this time, even people with cleanliness will smell the unique taste of the rainy season. The wooden door became tight, the sound was no longer crisp, and even the iron door was soaked with moisture, which was no longer so strong and became gentle and soft.
It is a wet season for trees and woody plants. Tall and straight body, lush green leaves, dancing in the rain, showing off. The buds get enough rain and stretch wildly. Despite the lack of sunshine and some congenital deficiencies, she is still charming and lovely. The bitter thing is that those herbs have been soaked in too much rain, and the leaves below have withered and died. Fujiko seems to be in a competition, and everyone cranes their necks to compare with the sky. Unfortunately, it is always born with calcium deficiency.
"The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when cooked." Huangmeitian, eighteen changes. Meiyu weather will be like a child's face, rain or shine. When the sun appeared, the sky was blue and deep, and the air was particularly fresh, but it was a bit suffocating because of the high humidity; Sunshine is like a needle, which needs to steam people thoroughly. This is a rainy, sunny and dry season, rain or shine, only frogs are singing.
Shantang Reservoir has been expecting the arrival of Meiyu for a long time. They should enrich themselves so that they can send people clean water and nourish everything all year round. Their one-year plan is "Plum Blossom"!
Flying rain knocking on the eaves shed, disturbing people's minds, has also become hypnotic music this season. This is because the long rain has invaded the command system of the biological clock.
"I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will clear up before the summer is deep." Meiyu comes and goes in a hurry, and it should be sunny in hot summer.
Blink your eyes lazily and suddenly realize in the drizzle for several days; It's already June, and the rainy season is coming as scheduled. No matter how you manipulate your emotions, touching the scene seems to be a habit. Cloudy skies are never tired of showering the soul-piercing rain. It can't be said that it nourishes everything, and even the manuscript of the poem smells of old things (good words and sentences).
Plum rains in the south of the Yangtze River seem to be the most distinctive. Probably when I first entered the society, all the words about Meiyu came from Jiangnan. With the land of fish and rice, with the flowing water of small bridges, and with the imaginary drizzle, I unconsciously had countless reverie. Old streets in ancient towns, green tiles and new willows, and small stone walls all reveal a strong and indelible literati plot. It's probably the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. Otherwise, how can those * * * things spread so far? The impression of Jiangnan and Meiyu is always full of sadness.