Classical Chinese Writing Describing Summer Rainstorm

1. The poem describing the summer rainstorm is 1. Where is the canyon? Pine and fir trees can't bloom. It's thundering, and rain is coming. The land is better than the king's business, and the hunger in the year damages the official talent. Worrying about the country and the people, mourning Artemisia is difficult. (Guangyang Middle Road, Li Panlong)

2. Dark clouds cover the mountains, while white rain jumps over the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. (Su Shi's Drunken Book of Wang Hulou on June 27)

3. Where is the canyon? Pine and fir trees can't bloom. It's thundering, and rain is coming. The land is better than the king's business, and the hunger in the year damages the official talent. Worrying about the country and the people, mourning Artemisia is difficult. (Guangyang Middle Road, Li Panlong)

4. I am alone in the grass, and there are deep trees on the grass. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. (Wei Wuying in Xixi, Chuzhou) 3. Thunder came from the soles of tourists' feet, and the dense clouds could not be dispersed. In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou. It's very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks knock on the cause and effect drum. I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace. (Rainstorm in Sumeitang)

2. What are the poems describing the summer rainstorm? 1. -On June 27th, Su Shi's "Drunk Book at Wanghu Building".

2. The sky is dark, the sea stands tall, and it rains in eastern Zhejiang over Jiang Lai. -Su Shi's "Rainstorm in Youmeitang"

3. After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke. -Zhang Wei's "County South Pavilion Banquet"

The rain in thousands of feet shakes loosely at the bottom of the ravine, and the bamboo in the courtyard shakes a window in autumn. -Du Xunhe's "Xia Liu Yi Topic Zhang Linting"

5. The rain started suddenly and the clouds were low. -Dai Shulun's Sulingyan Temple

6. The wind is like pulling the mountain out of anger, and the rain is like breaking the river. -Lu You's Works in the Storm

7. Bamboo weathered the storm, and the Shu Tai Temple was cool. -Li Zhengfeng's Summer Rainstorm and Sunset in Zhao Yin Temple

8. Will there be a rainstorm on the dusty wind? -Liu Deren's "Fan Chuan Don't Do Other Things in Summer"

9. The storm thundered and thundered, and suddenly came from the wind. -Feng Xue's "Flood"

10. In Jiangcun, there are many thunderstorms in summer and sunny nights. -Wei Zhuang's "Rainstorm"

1.On June 27th, Su Shi, Drunken Book Wang Hulou.

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.

2. Su Shi, Youmeitang rainstorm

A thunderous sound, like shaking from the feet of tourists to the feet, has a beautiful hall and thick clouds, which can't be opened.

In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou.

The west lake is like a golden cup, full of rain, almost overflowing; The rain beat against the forest in the lake, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Arouse the fairy spring to sprinkle noodles, pour the dumplings and sprinkle roses.

3. "County South Pavilion Banquet" Zhang Wei

Outside Tingchun City, Zhumen faces Qinglin. After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke.

Lu Yingshan drinks tourists and borrows water birds from the pond. White clouds are always in sight, chatting to comfort people.

4. "Du Xunhe" written by Xia Liu.

It is called midsummer, and sometimes the wind comes to enjoy the cool. Thousands of feet of rain shook loosely at the bottom of the canyon,

An autumn window is swaying in the yard. Asking for an ape sentence to send to the mountain deep temple, begging for a crane book to spread to the seaside continent.

When I am idle with my husband, I have been idle.

5. Dai Shulun from Sulingyan Temple

The horse is tired and the road is steep, so stay indoors and move. The rain is urgent, the mountains and streams are rising and the clouds are low.

The cool wind reaches the temple corner and the sun sets. Outside the eaves, birds in the forest are singing.

6. "Working in the rain" land trip

The wind is like pulling mountains out of anger, and the rain is like a raging river. The house is leaking and the windows are ringing.

The kite landed dead, and the chickens and dogs didn't crow. There is no place to avoid an old illness, and when you sit up, you are stupid.

Three years of crops are like clouds, and once they fail. Husband or make it, worry is ploughing.

The neighboring song was pale, and the women and children wept bitterly. And draw a book, and Hong Fan pushes five elements.

7. Li Zhengfeng, a summer rainstorm in Zhao Yin Temple.

Bamboo and cypress are weathered, and the temple is cold.

Writing in the stone canal flows, and the golden brake shines on the sun.

Cranes fly over rocks, the smoke is blue, and the grass in Luming Literature is fragrant.

Monks in the mountains lead Brahma to the Qing Dynasty, and banners cover the cloister.

8. Liu Deren's "Xia Fan Chuan is not a business"

Without words and talents, Chai Men is also rare.

Take off your towel, sing forever and walk on an abandoned platform.

Whether there will be heavy rain on the dust.

Finally, the South Cloud gradually merged and Cui Wei was clear at a glance.

9. "Dashui" Feng Xue

The storm thundered and thundered, and suddenly came from the wind.

The waves drove the three islands to the river, and the river burst its banks by two meters.

The potential is afraid of a round pivot, and the sound is suspicious of a thick axis.

When will Eye of Heaven come back?

10. rainstorm in Wei Zhuang

There are many thunderstorms in Jiangcun in summer and sunny in the evening.

I don't know how deep the waves are, but now South Lake and North Lake are even.

3. The poem describing the summer rainstorm is 1. Where is the canyon? Pine and fir trees can't bloom.

It's thundering, and rain is coming. The land is better than the king's business, and the hunger in the year damages the official talent.

Worrying about the country and the people, mourning Artemisia is difficult. No.2 (Yangguangshan Road, Li Panlong). Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. (Su Shi's "Drunken Book Wang Hulou Five Musts" June 27th) III. Where is the canyon? Pine and fir trees are not open.

It's thundering, and rain is coming. The land is better than the king's business, and the hunger in the year damages the official talent.

Worrying about the country and the people, mourning Artemisia is difficult. (the middle section of Yangguangshan Road in Li Panlong) 4. A person, there is a grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. (Wei Wuying in Xixi, Chuzhou) 3. Thunder came from the soles of tourists' feet, and the dense clouds could not be dispersed.

In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou. It's very golden and convex, and a thousand sticks knock on the cause and effect drum.

I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace. (The rainstorm in Su Shi's beautiful hall).

4. Poetry describing the summer rainstorm. On June 27th, I got drunk in Wang Hu Building.

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Dark clouds can't hide the mountains.

Bai Yu jumped into the boat.

The wind comes and blows away,

Overlooking the lake, the water is like the sky.

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At noon, it was dark, like the Jade Emperor knocking over an ink bottle. Suddenly, thunder rumbled, and then a flash of lightning tore through the sky. After a while, raindrops as big as soybeans fell from the sky and fell to the ground with a clash.

Just now, the sky was overcast. In a blink of an eye, much thunder and little rain. Even when I was sitting at home, I felt the momentum of the earth shaking. It was cloudy just now. Suddenly, the thunder rumbled, the trees were blown to the east and west by the strong wind, and the wind and rain were shaky. The deafening thunder was in my ear.

The trees in the middle of the road were blown to the east and west, and the downpour soon turned the road in front of the door into Zeguo.

Tens of millions of filaments float in mid-air. The long veil covered the black fields. Silky rain fell from the sky, and the raindrops were so small and dense that they covered the mountains with cicada-like white gauze. Raindrops are thin and cotton, like catkins floating in spring. Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering. In an instant, the raindrops joined together.

It's raining in Mao Mao, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a little dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. Beautiful flowers in the rain are more delicate and charming, just like wearing a crystal dress. Under the flashing of neon lights, raindrops are as bright as bright pearls and look more beautiful than gems and diamond rings. These "little pearls" seem to be dancing ballet beside them, up and down.

A storm is coming! With the strong wind blowing, the rain curtain floated from behind the mountain, instantly turning the world into a vast expanse of whiteness. The rain is getting smaller, people are standing in the rain laughing, and children are squatting by the mirror-like puddle, smiling, pointing and teasing with their own shadows.

It happened that the weather was not very good. At about three o'clock, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and the rain slowly fell on my face like smoke. It rained heavily and fell obliquely on the windowsill with the wind. Watermarks immediately appeared on the dry blue bricks. I don't know when it began to rain. Rain is like spun silk, light and thin. I can't hear the sound of falling and feel the sound of rain.

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People are wearing colorful umbrellas. Looking from upstairs, they see umbrellas moving in the rain, colorful, just like a beautiful watercolor painting. The water flowing down from the rain is like a river, pouring down a steep slope, and my balcony becomes Wang Yang. The rain is falling, horizontal, vertical, oblique and dense, like a broken bead and a huge satin, floating between heaven and earth.

5. Composition describing summer rainstorm and typhoon. Everyone says that Xia is a little boy. If I hadn't witnessed it, I would never have believed it. "Boom", a thunder broke the silence of summer. "Why did it rain in Wan Li just now?" I asked in confusion. Curious, I went to the balcony. Standing on the balcony, I was immediately fascinated by the surrounding scenery: several hills in the distance seemed to be covered with a "white gauze skirt" The crowded house was completely refreshed in the rain. A bee danced in the rain, and when she was tired, she stopped under the eaves to enjoy the beautiful scenery belonging to the rainy world. "plop!" Countless raindrops, like pearls with broken lines, fall straight and beans are as big as raindrops. Accompanied by Song of Summer, Gu Yu Niang's party became more and more "lively". Suddenly dark clouds filled every corner. "dragon" First there was a loud noise, then it rained cats and dogs. "Sand-sand-"The sound of rain clearly reached my ears. I looked down and put my head out quietly. Maybe they were awakened by the sudden heavy rain. "Hoo-"A cold wind blew and made me tremble. Time is ticking, but this "uninvited guest" seems to fall down as long as he is pushed. Looking at this "distinguished" summer son from a distance, I can do nothing but "kneel for mercy". Xiazi seems to understand what I mean, and it's no longer busy. The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the children stopped making trouble this summer. After this rainstorm, I finally know that Xia is also a child, and her face will turn pale when she says it. The storm has been here for several days, and the typhoon swept across the land in the south of the Yangtze River. No, there was another storm in July 13, which made me restless for a long time. That night, I turned off the light early and went to bed, but because of the strong wind outside the window, I couldn't sleep for a long time, just waiting by the window and watching. The wind roared. Suddenly opened the door and slammed it on the wall. The wind blew on the wire, making a "meow-"scream. A series of lightning pierced the dark night curtain, and the dull thunder roared like a cannon, which frightened me. There was a flash of lightning, a clear thunderbolt, and then it began to rain cats and dogs, just as the gods received a signal to pour the water of Tianhe into the world. The heavy rain pounded on the roof and hit the glass, making a noise. Lightning is so bright that I can't even open my eyes. "Boom-"was another deafening thunder, and I quickly covered my ears and hid in bed. Fengshen's sharp arrow roared and cheered at the helpless earth. The trees on the roadside struggled to swing their clumsy limbs and avoid the rain arrows, but in an instant they were all black and blue. The small pond in front of the house was soon filled with water. The green duckweed on the river is like a frightened child, crouching in the corner of the pond. The river turns violently with the wind direction, and the waves on the river are constantly undulating. Although it is as dark as spilled black ink, the rolling clouds are faintly visible. Clouds are like monsters' faces, and blue-purple lightning is the monster's terrible and ferocious smiling face. There is no one on the path; In the sky, several stragglers are desperately hiding from the rain under people's eaves; The flowers on the roadside were also torn by the strong wind; Weeds can't stand the test of the storm and have already bent down; The clothes hanging in the corridor are also "dancing" with the wind ... I stood at the window, looking at the scene in front of me and thinking about the golden sun. The storm will pass, and the dark clouds will still be driven away by the sun. Tomorrow, people will still wait for the bright sunshine.

6. What are the poems about summer rainstorm? 1, "Zhao Jun complains about the rain"

Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli

Dream of the bottom of the boat in the afternoon. It smells of smoke and water from two lakes.

The sound of heavy rain hitting the tent. The first shock of a dream.

It's a pool of lotus jumping in the rain. When the real pearls are scattered, they gather together.

Gather into a nest of mercury. Clear the clean waves.

2, "The Rain Never Ends"

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu

The sound of rain has passed, and gradually becomes smaller, reflecting the drizzle in the sky.

The grass in front of the stone steps is not messy, and the willow branches in the yard suddenly become scarce.

Dances will take off immediately with milk, and don't sow clouds with their own immortality.

There is a kind of urgency in front of the river, rather than waiting until the river is calm to meet the storm.

3. Summer Miscellanies

Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Chen Wenshu

The water window is low and the painting column is open.

I'm sorry I missed you.

The sound of rain cooled into a dream all night,

Send Qiu Lai on the lotus leaf.

4. Chang 'an Night Rain

Year: Tang author:

The stagnant rain clears up overnight, and all troubles are like grass rain.

It is difficult to understand Guan Guiyu's heart, and the stormy dream is also surprising.

Crows can't fly away when the trees are crushed, and it's cold, wet and silent outside the window.

At that time, my ambition was exhausted, and my white hair added four or five stems.

5. Rainstorm in Youmeitang

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

A thunderous sound, like shaking from the feet of tourists to the feet, has a beautiful hall and thick clouds, which can't be opened.

In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou.

The west lake is like a golden cup, full of rain, almost overflowing; The rain beat against the forest in the lake, making people feel relaxed and happy.

I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace.

7. Poem Writing Summer Rainstorm On June 27th, the building was drunk, and the dark clouds turned over Moshan, and the white rain jumped off the boat. The wind comes and goes, and the water under the Wang Hu Tower is like the sky. At noon in modern times, the sky was dark, like the jade emperor knocking over an ink bottle. Suddenly, thunderous thunder sounded, and then a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. Soon, raindrops as big as soybeans fell from the sky. Blink of an eye, thunder and lightning, storms, even sitting at home, but also feel the momentum of the earth shaking. It was cloudy just now, with thunderstorms, lightning and thunder. The trees were blown stagger by the strong wind, and the deafening thunder was in my ear. The trees in the middle of the road were blown to the east and west, and the downpour soon turned the road in front of me into Zeguo. Thousands of filaments are rippling in midair. Fields covered with black oil. Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with white gauze like cicadas. Raindrops are thin and cotton, like catkins floating in spring. Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering. In an instant, the raindrops were connected in a line, and with a "wow", the heavy rain fell like the sky. As if accompanied by a small dance music, I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. Beautiful flowers in the rain are just like wearing a crystal dress, which is more charming and moving. Under the flashing of neon lights, raindrops are like bright pearls, more beautiful than gems and diamond rings. These "little pearls" seem to be dancing ballet beside them. When they get up and down, they are like willows dancing with water drops. Speaking of heavy rain, it's coming. As soon as the wind blows, the rain curtain floats from behind the mountain, instantly turning the world into a vast expanse of whiteness. The rain is getting smaller, people are standing in the rain laughing, and children are squatting by a small puddle like a mirror, smiling at each other with their own shadows, pointing and teasing. It happened that the weather was bad, and it began to rain in Mao Mao around three o'clock, and the rain slowly fell on their faces like smoke. It's raining heavily. Watermarks immediately appeared on the dry blue bricks. I don't know when it began to rain. Rain is as light and thin as spun silk. I can't hear the sound of falling and I can't feel the rain dripping. The rain kept pounding the earth, as if there was a big watering can in the sky, drenching the earth. /People looked upstairs and saw umbrellas moving in the rain. Just like a beautiful watercolor painting, the water from the rain pours down the steep slope like a river, and my balcony becomes Wang Yang. The rain is falling, horizontal, vertical, oblique and dense, like a broken bead and a huge piece of silk and satin, flying between heaven and earth.