Listening to the rain at midnight

1. A poem about listening to the rain in the middle of the night

Poetry about listening to the rain in the middle of the night 1. What are the ancient poems about listening to the rain at night?

1, listening to the rain (painting poems) Wang Jian in Tang Dynasty

Homesick in the middle of the night, worried, the rain fell on the eaves.

According to Mud Star, it was dark before, and Tinghua didn't want to rest.

2. Xijiangyue (Spring Festival Evening) Xin Qiji in Song Dynasty

I am lazy to study, just because I have been ill for a long time.

Listen to the wind and rain, sleep in the small window. Spring is already over half.

The past is like finding a bird, and sorrow is hard to solve.

The warbler refused to enter the West Garden. Wake up the flying swallow.

3. Wu Yewei in Meicun Qing Dynasty

Hedgehog huts are covered with moss, and bamboo flowers are planted by hand.

Greed is not good, and I am used to loving books and answering them late.

Listen to the rain and preach poetry in the idle window, and watch the clouds whistling on the platform alone.

Mulberry wine is fragrant and delicious, and the fish and fertilizer are tilted in the thatched cottage.

4. Huanxisha Bu Zhi in Song Dynasty

The autumn wind roared on the river, and the sound of the river kept screaming.

Don't sell it to the king. Stay up all night.

Listening to the rain rustling, there are bananas outside the blue screen window.

5, "Su in the Rain" Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Summer clothes are fragrant and moist, and autumn clothes are bright.

Inclined flower stone pillow, lying on the rosary.

Muddy is not a day to swim, gloomy is a good day to sleep.

Can you come and live with me? Listen to the rain and sleep in bed.

2. Beautiful sentences about listening to the rain at night

1. Walking in the bleak autumn rain, loneliness is the coolness of your fingertips and the pain in your heart.

In this cold night, loneliness comes uninvited, goes through the skin and reaches the depths of the soul! Looking up at the endless sky, I don't know whether rain or tears blurred my eyes. 2. A gloomy cloud floats in the eyes, hiding the dream that once existed. A drizzle may come into view, in exchange for the painful gray day that once existed. It is also a hero to hide in the corner with a frown and a sad face and hold back tears and listen to the rain crying. Rain man just doesn't want to put his heart on the tip of the knife, thinking that he can get rid of the sadness of young people who died in battle. When it rains, there is neither the sun nor the moon, but people don't think much. Maybe the rainy season is not cold, so let the sun cool for a while.

Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have. Sometimes people can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When I cut candles at the west window, I talked in the dim rain". The autumn rain is like smoke, floating silently in the rubble, and the litters on the open space wet the ground, the house and the trees. The annual rainy season is coming again, and tears drop day and night, sometimes heartbreaking.

6. Casual thoughts of rain in Wang Guozhen Sometimes, it is sunny outside; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison.

The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain. 7. I didn't know that when I died, staring at the sky was so bleak, and the groans of snowbirds swept away obliquely. I saw your face floating in the light blue sky, and the heavy rain wet your hair, so I smiled, because I saw you, happy as a child who didn't grow up. Listening to the rain is the most common. It is the tears in the sky and the release of the mood in the sky.

Some people say, "It is a happy feeling to listen to the rain and enjoy your unique mood." Every time I listen to the rain, my mood is unusually calm, and there is a trace of sadness in that calm. Listening to the voice given by God, I am passionate, chic, crisp and wild.

Falling alone, no dragonfly dance, no wind guidance. Clean the dirty world, clean the dusty mind. Cold air, wet red eyes full of melancholy, listening silently. There is your trace under the umbrella of this heavy rain outside the window. I barely survived the rain, but I didn't have more courage. I survived this rainy season. How lonely it is under the thin umbrella. Listening to the sound of rain is like a sad song. The torrential rain is so lonely. I cried in the rain, but refused to stop. Lonely people know the mood of rain. Rain sings familiar melodies repeatedly, listening to the sound of rain with sadness as if someone were crying. The downpour wet our love rain. I forgot to calm down. Only through hardships can I go this long way. How many muddy coats are still hanging in the lonely room, and sad water drops are hanging on the heavy heart of tomorrow. It seems that your love and mine can't wait for sunny days. Listening to the rain sounds like a sad mood. My tears float into the cold rain. When can the rain stop hurting and heal? When can I stop thinking about your feelings of accumulating rain? After all, I miss your feelings when it rains. I was soaked in the rain. I was on the roof of a thunderstorm. You called me at one o'clock in the afternoon, and I knew that this day would finally appear, like a lightning bolt standing in the ice shop on the edge of Lanting, to meet the deadline of love. You whispered to me, that's it. But the dark clouds in the sky will not disperse until it rains. I remember that the raindrops on my face suddenly stopped and the sky was dark. I can't see the rain before we break up. Like a frozen photo, I am standing alone on the road without direction. On the rainy day before breaking up, I forgot what the raindrop world on my face would give me, and I couldn't hear it on the rainy day before breaking up. I heard the thunder in my heart. The rain in the afternoon may have turned everything around. I am on the roof under a thunderstorm. You call me at one o'clock in the afternoon. I know this day will come, like a flash of lightning standing in the ice shop by the Lanting to meet the deadline of love. You whispered to me, I see, but the dark clouds in the sky are coming. I remember that the rain on my face suddenly stopped and it was dark. I can't see the rain before we break up. Like a frozen photo, on the rainy day when we broke up, I stood alone on the roadside. I forgot the raindrops on my face. I can't hear rainy days before breaking up. I heard the lightning in my heart. The rain in the afternoon may have turned everything around and stood at the crossroads. How to get there? I just need to turn around. I don't have the umbrella you gave me. There are other excuses for having what you have. You can understand that I have rainy days. Occasionally timid, you all know the time when it rained cats and dogs. I suddenly found out who can understand my rainy days, so I want to come back to you. At this time, my steps will be slower. So determined, but you are getting farther and farther away. Holding hands and breaking up come from the same hands and are friends. Why I don't understand that you can understand that I also have rainy days, but I am getting farther and farther away. Is it too late? I can't walk back to you with tears in my eyes? You can understand that I have rainy days. As you all know, those storms are from the past.

3. What are the poems about listening to the rain at night?

It's raining outside the curtain, and the spring is fading. Luozhou can't stand the cold in five miles. In his dream, he didn't know he was a guest, but he was greedy and happy. (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, the MOS Rail Glacier is like a dream. Young people are listening to the rain on the balcony. The red candle is weak. When they were young, they listened to the rain on the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now, they listen to the rain monk's cabin. The stars are already on their temples. Emotions and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the next stage, they drip into the morning. (Jie Jiang, Listening to the Rain) They are not swimming in the mud. Turn the mystery into cold weather. Pour a pot of wine to warm you up and listen to the rain to sleep. (Li Qunyu's Cold Spring) I have been working together to stop Ge Gui for ten years. I remember that two Woods spent the night together, and Zhu Zhai forgot to sleep because of the rain. (Zuo Yan's Message to the Master) The mountain hall listens to the rain at night, and the autumn apes call the flock alone. Nothing stays long, Lord. Poetry turns into light and shadow in the rain. (Lu You Nostalgia) The small building listened to the spring rain all night, and apricot flowers sold deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty. (Lu You's "Lin 'an Early Spring Rain") Three cups of peach and plum wine, a rainy boat for one night. (Ni Zan's "With Ghosts") Spring water is bluer than the sky, and the painting boat listens to the rain and sleeps. (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man) And I want to know how many flowers have been broken. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn") Good rain knows the season, and when spring comes, it sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night") Why cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. (Li Shangyin's "A Short Message to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night")

Listening to the rain at night reminds me of your poem.

As soon as I cut the plum, I swam across the Wujiang River, and Jiang Jie was worried about spring. When the wine was poured, the boat on the river shook and the curtain beckoned upstairs.

Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge. The wind is blowing and the rain is rustling.

When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.

Don Li Shangyin's Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night: "When you ask about your return, the rain will rise to Qiuchi in the evening. When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late. "

A glass of peach and plum wine for ten years, and it rains all night. Linjiang Xian, Yan Mengyang is locked high, and the meaning of drunkenness is not that the wine curtain is low. When hate came last spring, the fallen petal became independent, and Swift Qi Fei.

I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds.

Although it's not a rainy night, I like the saying that the fallen petal is independent, Swift Qi Fei. It is quite in line with your artistic conception and I recommend it to you.