Ancient poems that are depressed when it rains.

This poem describes rain and depression, as follows:

More rain leaks, in late autumn

Sun Song optical fiber

For autumn, I hate and suffer, and it is stormy for several nights. I want to sit, I frown, and my loneliness seems to be the opposite.

The red window is quiet, the curtain hangs and the soul disappears. And tears, heartbroken peep, lights dim.

Five books of indignation, the second

Song luyou

White hair rustling in the middle of the river, only heaven and earth learn loneliness and loyalty.

Su Wu, who has suffered a lot, has endured for more than ten years, suffering from the wind and snow, worrying and resentful, hating the rebels' guts and gnashing their teeth.

The grass in the forest garden flows in the spring rain, and the brick wall in Luoyang Palace is broken in the cold month.

My Zhuang Xin didn't die at the same age. Even if I die, I can become a ghost wise man.

Bu operator Pan Xihu living room Yin Zhai Fu Tong

Takamatsu Guo Guan

Bend the index finger spring, break the finger to scare away the spring. If spider silk falls from the eaves, it should stay in spring.

A few days of spring is gratifying, and a few nights of spring rain are worrying. Twelve carved windows and six curved screens, all the topics are hurting spring sentences.

Xiangsiyu

Song Si Wan Yong

One, one more. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite.

Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall.

Hurt the spring, complain about the rain, hit the Jiangnan tree

Wang Song Anshi

Rain hits the trees in the south of the Yangtze River. Flowers bloom countless times a night. The green leaves are getting cloudy, and tourists are coming home.

Meet you. It will be dusk before spring comes. Here's to Dongfeng. Don't go in a hurry.