Don't write poems about the moon after the rain. It is best to write as carefully as possible, and it is best to write a good paragraph.

It rained lightly in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still slippery. The autumn crops in the field were washed green and crystal clear by the rain, and the air also smelled fresh and moist. The heavy rain soon stopped, because it was sandy land. As soon as it stopped, pedestrians were on the road. I ran to the village head and looked around. There is a rainbow hanging in the sky, which is very beautiful. There is gurgling water everywhere, and the frogs in the distance are intertwined. After a storm comes a calm, the sun is shining, and the gorgeous rainbow has built a beautiful bridge on the grassland. 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.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.

After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)

Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. (Du Mu: "Qingming")

Jiang Yu is decadent.

The hazy mountains presented a rare sight in the rain and fog.

The gale before the storm.

After the rain, the blue clouds dispersed.

When will I hear your voice again, all night in the rain?

Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain

The heavy rain fell on you Yan.

White rain and beads jumped into the boat.

A rainy season

But now I remember that night, that storm.

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.

There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain.

It's freezing and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and Chushan is quiet.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.

Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.

Rain or shine, I will realize my wish.

Cold and sad. For the pavilion, it was late and the shower began to rest.

The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning against the railing to rest the drizzle.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Green bamboo hat, green clothes, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.

The lamp on the bead curtain shook my lonely heart and went home. There were two red mansions facing the cold and hiding in the rain.

The small building listens to the spring rain, and the Ming Dynasty sells apricot flowers.

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Weicheng rainy city is clear of dust, and the guest house is green and willow.

Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; It rained when I thought of it today.

Hi Gu Feng, it's cloudy and rainy.

Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.

In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

Yu Meiren? 6? 1 Listening to the rain

Jie Jiang

Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,

The red candle is weak.

In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,

Jiang Kuoyun's Wild Goose is called West Wind.

Now listen to the rain monk,

The temple is full of stars.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,

Drop by drop, the next step is not started until dawn.

Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.

Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low.

After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.

There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. How many towers were there in the misty rain?

It was windy and rainy last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and red.

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

Sycamore tree, night rain. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. .

Thunder bursts in winter and rain and snow fall in summer.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.

Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.

In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and grass frogs are everywhere in the pond? 6? 1? 6? 1? 6? 1? 6? 1

Tears fell from her sad white face, and pear blossoms brought spring rain.

Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's Little Crimson Lips

Pink butterflies both dance over the threshold, and curtains are rolled up later in the day to drive away the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"

A bell ringing in the rain

Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

If you ask how much free time you have. Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow. .

Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. The cliff is already a hundred feet of ice, and there are beautiful flowers.

In Budze in spring, everything gives birth to brilliance-

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors-"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi.

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. The most beneficial spring of the year is better than the smoke willow pouring into the imperial capital-Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department to Early Spring.

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Song Shi's Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River.

Waiting for the east wind will always be spring. -Spring in Song Zhuxi.

I want to get wet by clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, but my face doesn't feel cold. -"Jueju" Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monk.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek"

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.