Rain poems and solar terms
Han Yu
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.
A touch of spring permeates the fields, like a touch of acacia, constantly touching the heartstrings.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
I suddenly realized that my clothes were no longer important, and it was raining very warmly. At this moment, I have been surrounded by spring.
The first period of spring rain in Lin' an
Lu you
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Different from the cold and bleak rain in winter, if you hear the gentle rain, it is probably spring knocking at the door.
Go to the lake for a spring outing
Xu fu
A pair of swallows, when did you fly back? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom.
After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.
Taking advantage of the warmth, small green leaves and blooming wild flowers indicate the abundance of spring rain.
In Chuzhou, Xixi.
wei yingwu
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.
In this hurried spring rain, I want to sing a song casually to solve that long loneliness.
Jiangnan spring
Du Mu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Sometimes I feel that the thin spring rain seems to have little effect on me, but my clothes get wet unconsciously.