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Poetry about the early spring rain

1. Poems about spring rain

The river is raining thickly, the river grass is all over the mountain, the sky is empty, the rain is strange, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind fills the building, the rain passes, the sky is broken, the virginity is broken, but it rains at night in Bashan Late at night, I lie down and listen to the wind and the rain. The heavy rain falls, and the white raindrops jump into the boat. The good rain knows the time. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. The rain falls heavily during the Qingming Festival. People on the road want to lose their souls. The fallen flowers are independent, and the light swift swallows fly together. Seven or eight stars are outside, two or three In front of the Dianyu Mountain. The cold rain comes to Wu in the night, and I see off my guests in Chushan alone in the morning. The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is smoky. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is clear but there is a clear sky and a misty rain. There is no wind or rain in my life. There is no clear sky and no chilly cicadas.

Facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. The dancing pavilion and singing platform are always swept away by the wind, and the rain is blown away by the wind. Angry and angry, I leaned against the railing and the rain stopped. It was already dusk and I was sad alone, with more wind and rain.

Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle, no need to return to the red building, looking at each other across the rain, cold beads and foil floating lanterns, returning alone to the small building, listening to the spring rain in the deep alley, selling apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. I asked if the return date is yet to come. , the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

Weicheng is clean and dusty in the morning rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. In the past, I went there, and the willows lingered; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling, and I am accustomed to the valley wind. It is overcast and rainy at night. I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse The glacier falls into my dream. The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp. The grass is far away and there are no small buildings nearby. I listen to the spring rain all night. The apricot blossoms are sold in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty and the late autumn curtains are curtained by thousands of families. The sunset is a flute on the balcony. The wind is shining. The light is clear. The mountains are empty. The rain is also strange, green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. Poppy? Listening to the Rain by Jiang Jie A young man listens to Yu's song upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles.

When a young man listens to the rain in a boat, the clouds in the river are low and the wild geese call in the west wind. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house, and there are stars on my temples.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from day to day. The only thing I won't forget now is the evening mist and the spring rain crossing the maple bridge.

The rain is strong and the wind is good and evil, but don’t be tired of the thatched cottage being low. After the rain, the grass is fragrant and the sun is setting. The apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallow mud is fragrant.

In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasty, there were many towers in the mist and rain. Last night it was windy and rainy. Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine.

When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green manure, red sycamores, and drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.

This time, why is there such a thing as "sorrow" in the sycamore tree and the rain in the middle of the night? If you don't know how to be separated from your love, you will suffer.

One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

My clothes are wet from the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. . Bursts of winter thunder, summer rain (Yinyu, the word is this), snow, rain and wind, it is the evening of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?

I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain. The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle.

During the yellow plum season, it rains every house. There are frogs everywhere in the grassy pond. The jade face is lonely and full of tears. A pear blossom brings rain in spring. The rain hates the clouds and is sad. Jiangnan is still called a beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips" Pink butterflies dance across the threshold in pairs, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening.

——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le" Yu Linling and the chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the evening mist sinks and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival.

Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. This passing year should be a time of good times and good scenery.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them? If you ask about leisure time, how much is it?

Yichuan Tobacco is everywhere in the city. Plum yellow Shiyu.

. The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches in spring, and all things are shining. ---------- Ancient poems of Han Dynasty Yuefu "Long Song Xing" I don't know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors - "Ode to the Willows" by Tang He Zhizhang. The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not close. The most beautiful thing about spring is the willows that fill the imperial capital - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents to Zhang Shiba of the Water Department" A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.

-----------Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with a thousand colors----Zhu Xi, Song Dynasty "Spring Day" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face without chilling. ---------- "Quequatu" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horseshoes. ――――Bai Juyi "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" When the moon rises, birds startle the mountains and sing in the spring stream.

The river is raining heavily. The river and grass are all over the mountain. The sky is empty and the rain is strange. The mountain rain is about to come. The wind is filling the building. The rain is passing. The sky is blue and the clouds are breaking. The virginity is broken. Bashan is raining at night. When it rains, I lie down late at night and listen to the wind and rain. The heavy rain falls, and the white rain swallows jump into the boat. The good rain knows the season. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. During the Qingming Festival, the rain falls one after another, and the pedestrians on the road want to die. The falling flower is independent, and the light swift swallows fly together. Seven or eight stars are outside, two or three o'clock rain in front of the mountain. Cold rain continues. The river enters Wu at night, and I see off my guests in Chu Shangu at dawn. The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is smoky. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is sunny but there is sunshine and misty rain. There is no wind or rain in my life, and there is no clear and chilly cicada.

Facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside, and the dancing pavilion and singing platform are always swept away by the wind, and the rain is blown away by the wind. Angry and angry, I leaned against the railing and the rain stopped. It was already dusk and I was sad alone, with more wind and rain.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from day to day. The only thing I won't forget now is the mist of dusk and the spring rain crossing the maple bridge.

In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasty, there were many towers in the mist and rain. Last night it was windy and rainy. Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine.

When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green manure, red sycamores, and drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.

This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so obvious in the sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night. If you don't know how to leave love, you will suffer.

One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.

I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain. The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle.

——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le" Yu Linling and the chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the evening mist sinks and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have been saddened by parting, and even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival.

Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. This passing year should be a time of good times and good scenery.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them? If you ask about leisure time, how much is it?

Yichuan Tobacco is everywhere in the city. Plum yellow Shiyu.

―――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. ――――Wei Yingwu's "Xijian of Chuzhou" An ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are particularly red――――Yang Wanli's "Walking off from Jingci Temple to see off Lin Zifang at dawn" During the Huangmei season, it rains every house, and there are green grass and ponds everywhere. Frog---------- Zhao Shixiu, Song Dynasty, "Invitation" There is no need to regret that Fang Fei is gone, Xia Mu is so gloomy and pleasant----------- Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Odd Titles on a Dark Day in March" The reds and purples have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoos makes summer new ----- Song Lu You's "Early Summer Quatrains" An ancient poem and a famous line describing autumn. The falling clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water is the longest The sky is one color--------Tang·Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to the Knee King's Pavilion of Hongfu in Autumn" The trees are all autumn colors, and the only sunset on the mountains--------Tang· Wang Ji's "Ambition" A long wind blows thousands of miles away to send the autumn geese, for which I can enjoy the high-rise building -------- Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Farewell to the Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou" The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up my house Triple Thatch --------- "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The cold autumn light of red candles paints the screen, and the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch the Altair and Vega---- - "Autumn Eve" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, blue sky, yellow leaves on the ground, autumn colors in waves, cold smoke and green on the waves ----------- "Su Muzhe" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty, ancient poems describing winter and describing winter The famous sentence is like a spring breeze coming overnight, and thousands of pear trees are blooming---------Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" The difference in the air can be predicted by spreading salt, not like catkins blowing up in the wind---- -----"Xie Daoyun of Jin Dynasty" "Snow Couplet" The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another------"North Wind Journey" by Tang Dynasty Li Bai Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and thousands of people are everywhere Traces disappear.

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. -------- "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty Who cut and carved thousands of piles of snow on the ground to create this continuous ceiling -------- Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Two Poems of Li Flowers" Six flying flowers enter the house At that time, I sat and watched the green bamboos turn into lofty branches --------- Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty, "Dui Xue" A poem describing the "moon" A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. ----Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon" There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown.----Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" Silently, I go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook—— ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting" The bright moon leaves the branches startled, and the cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night.

——Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River" The bright moon in the Qin Dynasty passed through the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress" Everyone has it. 3. Poems about describing spring rain

1. "A cut of plum blossoms, the rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed behind the scenes"

Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty

The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed behind them, Forgot youth, miss youth. Enjoyable things, who cares? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and there are thousands of crying marks, and thousands of crying marks. I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit.

Translation: Close the door and listen only to the sound of rain hitting pear blossoms through the window. In this way, you have lived up to your youth and wasted your youth. Even if you have a joyful mood, who can you share it with? I feel sad under the flowers, and sad under the moon. All day long, his brows were furrowed like a peak, leaving thousands of tear stains on his face. I have been looking at the sky and clouds from morning to night. I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit too!

2. "Happy Meeting·The forest flowers have faded the spring red"

The Five Dynasties·Li Yu

The forest flowers have faded the spring red, it is too hasty. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.

Translation: The colorful flowers withered in the blink of an eye, and the spring was too hasty. There is nothing we can do. How can the flowers withstand the desolation of the cold wind and rain day and night? The rainy forest flowers are as delicate as the beauty's rouge tears. Hua'er and Lianhuaren miss each other. When can they meet again? There are too many regrettable things in life, just like the river passing eastward, endless and never-ending. 4. Poems describing the spring rain

1. The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, and the small boat breaks out of the willow shade. ——"Spring Tour on the Lake"

2. Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle. ——"Cold in Spring"

3. The soil is about to stir and the rain is frequent, and thousands of grasses and flowers bloom. ——"Spring Pastoral"

4. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. ——"The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty"

5. The drizzle can't be seen in the wet clothes, and the idle flowers fall to the ground silently. ——"Farewell to Yan Shiyuan"

6. Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows slant in the breeze. ——"One of Two Poems on the Water Threshold to Heart"

7. Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. ——"Lin'an Spring Rain"

8. When spring comes, all things will shine. ——The ancient Yuefu poem "Long Song Xing" of the Han Dynasty

9. The willows are overcast, the drizzle is clear, and the remaining flowers have fallen, and the wandering orioles can be seen. "Spring" by Wu Yuanheng

10. The sound of wind and rain at night can tell how many flowers have fallen. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

11. One night, light thunder falls, and the sky is jagged. ——"Spring Day"

12. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without being cold. ——Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty

13. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. "Spring Night Happy Rain"

14. During the yellow plum season, it rains every house, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. ——"A Visitor"

15. After many years of love in Beijing, I suddenly remembered the south of the Yangtze River when I heard the spring rain. ——"Listening to the Rain"

16. In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties, there are many towers in the mist and rain. ——"Jiangnan Spring"

17. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. ——Du Mu's "Qingming"

18. The clear sky is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. ——"Drinking on the Lake in the First Sunny"

19. The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no one to cross the wild boat. ——Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"

20. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. ——Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Presents the Water Ministry Zhang Shiba Yuanwai" Sentence 5. Poems describing spring rain

Happy rain on a spring night

Du Fu

A good rain knows the season , when spring happens.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the fire on the river boats is only bright.

Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Poetry Explanation

Good Rain knows the timing of rain. It is when plants sprout and grow. It falls quietly at night with the spring breeze, nourishing it silently. Everything on earth. In the rainy night, the wilderness was dark, and only the lights on the river boats were particularly bright. After dawn, look at the flowers with rainwater. They are beautiful and red. The whole Jinguan City has turned into a world of blooming flowers.

"Spring Night Happy Rain" was written by Du Fu in the spring of the second year of the Yuan Dynasty (761), the second year of Emperor Suzong (Li Heng) of the Tang Dynasty, while he was in the thatched cottage by the Huanhua River in Chengdu.

The creative background and ideological content of "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night": This poem was written in the spring of the second year of the Yuan Dynasty (761). At this time, Du Fu came to Sichuan and settled in Chengdu for two years due to drought in Shaanxi.

He personally farmed, planted vegetables and flowers, and interacted with farmers, so he had a deep affection for the spring rain. He wrote this poem to describe the beauty of the spring night rainfall and moisturizing all things, and to express the poet's joy.

1. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return - Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"

2. The clothes are wet, the apricot blossom rain blows on the face Not cold willow wind. ——Monk Zhinan's "Quequatrains"

3. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. ——Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

4. In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there are many towers in the mist and rain. ——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"

5. Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into sleep. ——Lu You, "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

6. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

7. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks distant but not up close. ——Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Outside the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring"

8. Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three points of rain are falling in front of the mountain. ——Xin Qiji, "Moon on the Xijiang River"

9. The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen. ——Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

10. During the Qingming Festival, it rained heavily and ordered Gu Li to raise two boats. ——- Du Mu's "Qingming"

11. The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and rainy. ——Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake"

12. The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no one to cross the wild boat. ——Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream" 6. Poems about Spring Rain

1. Tang Poems

Meng

After the Spring Rain in the Suburbs

Last Night A sudden rain, God's will, all things come together.

What is the most prophetic thing? Xutingcao fights for it.

Dou Qun Spring Rain

Yesterday I took some time to look at the flowers, but it’s raining today.

The world is like a rain of flowers, but I don’t love the beautiful flowers and wet Qiluo.

Spring Rain by Xu Ning

It rains continuously when the flowers are blooming, and the clouds enter people's houses and water destroys the embankments.

Yesterday the spring breeze came on the road, but poor Hongjin wasted no time.

Luo Ye Chang'an Spring Rain

At the same time, the wind rustles across Huangzhou, which can stop the light cold and prevent the tourists from traveling.

In the middle of the night in Wuhouchi Pavilion, the beauty was startled and worried about the flowers.

Gao Chan Spring Rain in Wumen

The flowers are falling in Wudian in spring, and the fragrant trees in Wu Palace are sinking in the evening.

The impatience of Wang and Sun is like silk rain, which cuts off an inch of the heart in the spring breeze.

Qi Ji Spring Rain

If you want to spread the force like ointment, you must first smell the mines.

The clouds and dragons are close to each other, and the wind and electricity come at once.

Farmers and mulberry fields are in the sky, and the willow terrace is covered in darkness.

Who wants to wait for the weather to be sunny and warm? There are peonies blooming in the garden.

Qi Ji Spring Rain on the River

It rains in the first month of Jianggao, and the flat land is also rippled.

Half of it is Emei snow, and most of it is Zeguohan.

The farmland is completely flooded, making it difficult for tourists to come and go.

Worried about the road of killing poets, the waves are vast.

2. Poems of the Song Dynasty

Spring Rain by Wang Anshi

The bitter mist hides the beauty of spring, and the rain is full of sorrow.

Youqi has no choice but to drink a cup of Xia.

Lu You Chun Yu

Listening to the spring rain, the remaining lights are a little bit spring.

My son’s return is approaching. Where can I stay in the pavilion?

Spring Rain by Lu You

The sparse rain falls on the empty steps, and the ancient palace lamps shine.

It’s a quiet night in Mount Lu, and I am a monk in the center of concentration.

White Jade Toad Spring Rain

The willow smoke is shining brightly against the green, and the peach blossoms have fallen and the apricot blossoms are shocked.

The wind came in through the window, and the rain dripped in front of the eaves until it was bright.

Zhao Changqing's red lips (Spring Rain)

The night rain is pouring, and the stream is filled with peach blossom water.

The ground is covered with red.

The branches are piled with green.

Last year, I was always drunk.

This year.

Thousands of miles away from home.

The fierce east wind tears alone.

Jiang Yuanlong and Ruan Lang return (Spring Rain)

The grass in the small pond is evenly green.

Liu Han’s eyebrows are frowning.

The east wind blows the rain finer than dust.

A garden with painted faces and chapped faces.

Orioles and butterflies, resentment returns anger.

There is no good spring ahead.

The weather is so depressing.

People's worries are always new.

3. Yuan Song

Li Zhiyuan's Plum Blossom Wind

Outside the setting sun, the spring rain was strong, and the wind wrinkled a pool of cold jade.

There are people in the painting building who are suffering. Don’t go back with the cuckoo singing.

4. Modern Poetry

Su Manshu’s Poems

In the spring rain, there are eight flutes playing on the roof of the house, when will we return to watch the tide in Zhejiang?

No one recognizes the broken mango shoes, which bridge of cherry blossoms he has stepped on.

Lao She presented white soil to my husband

The white flowers smile to the purple flowers, and the earth is warm, the wind is gentle and the spring rain is coming.

We love to work in life, and our husbands and wives cook and grow vegetables.

Ji Xian Spring Rain

The spring rain that lasted for several days,

brought infinite vitality to the earth:

So I of those rose cuttings.

They all sprouted and took root one after another.

My short hair is getting thinner day by day,

Falling like a dead leaf;

The ugly wrinkles on my face,

It is also deeper than last year.

But I did feel it——

There was a fresh and wonderful energy,

from every cell in my body,

Singing out a most moving voice. 7. Poems describing spring rain

The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle.

During the Huangmei season, it rains every house and there are frogs everywhere in the green grass and ponds

The jade face is lonely and tears are dry, and a pear blossom brings rain in spring

The rain hates the clouds and is sad, Jiangnan is still called Beauty.

White butterflies dance across the threshold, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening.

Yu Linling

The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.

Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and even more embarrassing and neglecting the Qingqiu Festival.

Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.

The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

If you ask about leisure time, how much is it? Yichuan Tobacco fills the city. Plum yellow Shiyu. .

Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches

In the spring of Bude, all things are shining

I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors

The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp. The color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is the willows full of smoke.

A few branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.

It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors and colors

The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind of willows does not blow cold on your face.

The random flowers are gradually becoming more and more popular. With charming eyes, Asakusa has no horse hooves.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.

The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. 8. Poems about spring rain

Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sha·Momo Qinghan goes up to the small building"

Momo Qinghan goes up to the small building, and the rogue in the dawn is like a poor autumn. Light smoke and flowing water paint a quiet screen.

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. Small silver hooks hang on the treasure curtain.

Zhinan's "Quatrain·A Short Canopy Tie in the Shadow of an Ancient Wood"

A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and the staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge.

My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it.

Xu Hun's "Evening View from the East Tower of Xianyang City/West Tower of Xianyang City"

Once you reach the high city, you will feel sad for thousands of miles, and the willows will look like Tingzhou. The clouds in the stream are beginning to rise, the sun is sinking into the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building.

The green Qin Garden is under the birds at dusk, the cicadas are chirping and the leaves are yellow in the Han Palace in autumn. Pedestrians should not ask about what happened in those days. The water from the Wei River comes from the east of my homeland.

Lu You's "Two Poems on the Wind and Rain on November 4th"

The wind swept through the rivers and lakes, and the rain darkened the village, and the sound of the four mountains made the waves roll. The firewood in the creek was soft and warm, so the raccoon slave and I didn't go out.

Lying in a lonely village, I don’t feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.

Li Shangyin's "Su Luo's Pavilion to Remind Cui Yong and Cui Gun"

The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is separated from the city.

The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.

Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"

When you asked about the return date, the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond.

Why should the emperor cut the candles from the west window, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan

Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"

The river is raining and the grass is flowing, the Six Dynasties Like a dream bird chirping in the sky.

The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, still smoked ten miles away from the embankment. 9. Poems about Spring Rain

Spring Rain

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Shangyin

Original text:

I lie down in white Chinese New Year clothes, with a sparse white door.

The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone.

The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and there are still vague dreams in the remaining sky.

How can the jade seal and seal be reached? A wild goose flies across thousands of miles of clouds.

Spring Rain

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Xu Ning

Original text:

Flowers are boring to see It rains continuously, and the clouds enter people's houses and water destroys the embankments.

Yesterday the spring breeze came on the road, but poor Hongjin wasted no time.

Spring Rain

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Qi Ji

Original text:

The cloth is like cream If you want to know the potential, smell the mine first. Clouds and dragons can match each other, and wind and electricity come at once.

Farmers and mulberry fields are in the sky, and the willow terrace is covered in darkness. Who waits for the weather to be sunny and warm? There are peonies blooming in the garden.

After the Spring Rain

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Meng Jiao

Original text:

It rained last night , God’s will Su Qunwu.

What is the most prophetic thing? Xutingcao fights for it.

Spring Rain

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Qi Ji

Original text:

The cloth is like cream If you want to know the potential, smell the mine first. Clouds and dragons can match each other, and wind and electricity come at once.

Farmers and mulberry fields are in the sky, and the willow terrace is covered in darkness. Who waits for the weather to be sunny and warm? There are peonies blooming in the garden.

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