What are the poems that express "sadness in the rain"?

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Don? Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Tang Menghao's "Spring Dawn"

At night, the spring rain is falling, and the wind seems lingering and gentle, like a string accompaniment. However, rain and wind make flowers fall easily. How many petals should be scattered on the ground?

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Song Guan's "Huanxisha Momo Light Cold Building"

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely and lightly, just like a dream. The rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, just like sadness is flying.

The wind is cold, the rain is cold, and the crow outside the window is urgent. If you meet a gentleman, you don't have to worry about it? The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window. Why not be embarrassed when you meet a gentleman? The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman? -The Book of Songs "The Storm"

The wind is sad and the rain is sad, and chickens crow outside the window. How can I not feel relaxed and happy when I see you in the storm? The wind is falling, the rain is falling, and the rooster crows around the window. When I saw you in the storm, how could my heart disease not disappear completely? The wind and rain shocked the world, and the cock crowed outside the window. How can I be unhappy when I see you in the storm?

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Seeing the moonlight is sad when you leave the palace, and listening to the rain at night is also heartbroken. ?

Cao Qinghu, Wan Li, and Huang Meiyu. I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha"

I started my trip to Wan Li from Caoqinghu Lake, traveling alone in the rain in Huangmei season. Where I stayed at the beach for the night, the sound of the wind blowing up black waves on the boat filled me with sadness.

The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Early Spring in South Lake"

Just after the heavy rain, the ground and the lake were washed away by the rain, adding a fresh charm. In early spring, the cold air remains and the sun shines again, which has both beautiful scenery and warm and lively feeling. Apricot trees near the lake, one east and one west, with red buds on their branches, are hidden in green leaves, which is out of order; The apples on the lake are endless, just like a green lawn neatly spread on the water. Bai Ou, who lives by fishing, is too heavy to fly high because his feathers are wet by the rain. Because the weather is still cold in early spring, the oriole's tongue is rather rough. It's not that the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is not beautiful, but that a poet who cares about the country and the people and is in poor health can't appreciate it.

Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. -Jiang's "Listening to the Rain"

When I was a child, I listened to the rain on the rostrum, red candles lit up, and the curtains were light in the dim light. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans.

Now, people are old, with white hair on their temples, and they are alone at the monk's house, listening to the drizzle. The experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless, so let the rain drop by drop on the steps until dawn.

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. -Tang Li Shangyin's Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night.

When you ask about the date of return, it's hard to say clearly. It rained cats and dogs all night in Bashan, and the autumn pool was full. When to go home, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face what it's like to rain late.

Crying early, I rested again, and the residual light went out again. Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first. -Tang Bai Juyi's Rain at Night

After the locust chirped, it stopped, and the dim light went out and was lit again. Through the window, I knew it was raining at night, because the banana made a sound first.