Poetry about missing someone when it rains

1. Modern verses about being alone when it rains (verses about missing someone on a rainy day)

Modern verses about being alone when it rains (verses about missing someone on a rainy day) 1. Poems about missing someone on a rainy day

Poems about missing someone on a rainy day

1. Wind and rain bring people, but wind and rain keep people. Say goodbye to each other over cups and plates, and the wind and rain urge people to leave. The tears in my eyes never clear, and my eyebrows are filled with sorrow. If you miss me tomorrow, don't go upstairs. It's very windy and rainy upstairs. ——From the Song Dynasty: You Cigong's "Bu Suanzi·Wind and Rain Send People Here"

Vernacular interpretation: It is the spring rain that brings people, and it is also the spring rain that keeps people in. At the farewell banquet, it is the hurried farewell, and it is the wind and rain that urges people. Leave. The tears in my eyes have never dried up, and my brows are condensed with sadness. When I miss you tomorrow, don’t go up to the tall building and look far away. There are so many miserable winds and rains upstairs.

2. One update after another. There are banana lights outside the window, and there is no limit to emotion at this moment. Dreams are hard to come true, hate is hard to put down. If you don't know the truth, people won't like to hear it. The empty steps will drip to the light. ——From the Song Dynasty: Wan Qiyong's "Sauve Acacia·Rain"

Vernacular interpretation: The rain kept falling. Listening to the sound of raindrops outside the window, it was difficult to fall asleep until late at night. The plantains in the rain and the oil lamps in the house seemed to become sentimental at this time, comforting me when I was lonely. Dreams never come true, and hatred never goes away. The rain outside the window continued to fall no matter whether the sad person liked it or not, and the raindrops did not stop until dawn.

3. When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ——From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's "The Night Rain Sends to the North"

Vernacular interpretation: You ask me when I will go back, but I haven't set a date yet. At this moment, the night rain in Bashan is pouring down, and the rainwater has filled the autumn river ponds. When will I be able to return to my hometown and have a heart-to-heart talk while cutting candles under the west window? Then I will tell you how lonely I am as a guest in Bashan tonight and listen to the continuous rain at night, and how much I miss you!

2. In urgent need of a self-composed modern poem about rainy days

The passing of rain

The past is over

The willows are desolate

Let me think about it now

Feiyu Xixi

Since you are in love

You should not let go

Since it hurts

Not allowed to leave

Memories in the rain

Because of you

Forgetting each other in the rain

Just Because I miss you

Tireless efforts

Not only to prove myself

but also to hold your hand

Walking in the wind and rain< /p>

I am no longer a romantic young man

You are no longer a love-hate girl

When the sun sets

Only Pian Pian My thoughts

Falling in the rain

The miserable drizzle

Scattered in the end of the world

And your deeply attached eyes

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This is the most unforgettable love in my life

A drop of ink can cause injury

A drop of ink can cause illness

Falling in love for a while

< p> But it will mark the next life

I really can’t live without you

Deep and shallow relationship

Only in the silent drizzle

Good times and bad times

Can’t erase my longing for you

People who have loved deeply

Feelings that have moved me

< p> How can it be buried so easily

How can it be like your figure

Disappear in the wind and rain...

No matter if we stay together forever

< p> We met in the most beautiful time

All I want is

to put on a wedding dress for you with my own hands

All I want is this life

Thread my eyebrows for you

But

In the rain that should belong to two people

You are missing alone

Let me be alone with my back

Cold and miserable

Leave me alone

Buried in the wind and rain

Light raindrops are floating in the sky

Seems to be laughing at my foolishness...

Rain is another form of water. Therefore, this poem is written very watery.

It's okay to criticize, but don't be a brick-and-mortar!

Show your embarrassment!

3. Modern poems describing rain, 10 poems

1. "Rain Alley" Dai Wangshu holds an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley. I hope to meet him by chance. A girl who is as sad as a lilac. She has the same color as a lilac, the same fragrance as a lilac, the same sadness as a lilac. She is mournful and wandering in the rain. She is wandering in this lonely rain alley holding an oil paper umbrella, just like me, just like me. She walked silently in the cold desert, desolate, and melancholy. She walked closer and closer silently, and cast a breath-like look. She drifted past me like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, like a lilac floating in a dream. Drifting past this girl, she drifted away silently, far enough to reach the end of the crumbling fence. The rainy alley disappeared in the mournful song of the rain. Her color faded, her fragrance faded, and even her breath-like eyes were lilac. Holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley, I hope to pass by a girl who is as sad as a lilac. 2. "Waiting for you, in the rain" Waiting for you in the corner of my eyes, in the rain, In the rainbow-making rain, the sound of cicadas fades, and the sound of frogs rises like red flames in a pool of red lotuses. In the rain, it doesn’t matter whether you come or not, but I feel that every lotus looks like you, especially across the dusk, across such fine lines. The rain is eternal, a moment, a moment, eternity waiting for you, within time, waiting for you, in a moment, in eternity. If your hand is in my hand, if your fragrance is in my nostrils at this moment, I will say, little Lover promises, this hand should be picking lotuses, in Wu Palace, this hand should be shaking a handle of cinnamon pulp, in the magnolia boat, a star is hanging on the cornice of the science museum, hanging like an earring, the Swiss watch said it was seven o'clock suddenly You walked like a red lotus after the rain, gracefully, you walked like a little order. From an allusion to love, you walked from Jiang Baishi's words. Rhymingly, you walked like the patter of winter rain. The light rain falls gently on my heart. There is no umbrella, no poncho, only a beige coat. The rain is so sad that it is like paying homage to someone who has left. A white flower tells an eternal fairy tale. The pattering light rain gently knocks on the dripping eaves. No flinching, no fear, only a moving heart, running in the direction to go. This rain is so fascinating that the sky that embraces it lets go of care, like a message to those who have been wandering for a long time, hurry up, hurry up and go home! 3. "Rainy Night" Late at night - It is drizzling. The girl is walking on the street holding an umbrella. She wears her black hair and hums a light tune. She crosses the intersection and enters the alley. The girl holds an umbrella and walks in the rain. Deep and quietly - emerging through the rainy streets - wandering around. I approached this girl. I didn't dare to raise my eyes to look at her in the hazy night. I didn't dare to say: Girl - she is sad or sad. I walked quietly on the street without pedestrians, still singing beautiful songs. It was raining. On the quiet street, I met this leisurely girl. She wore long dark hair and nodded slightly at me while walking under the street lamp. Without saying hello, I stopped and looked at her slender figure without saying a word. The rain continued to fall on the girl - she walked away and walked into the depths of the rain. The figure and the music gradually melted into the rainy night as I stood. In the hazy drizzle on the street, silently facing the deep rain 4. "A rain and another rain are waiting in a queue" A rain and another rain are waiting in a queue, a snow is suing God, I am A trip to a mountain trail with a river but no water has not yet become afternoon tea on the shore in spring

It has become an unpredictable dilemma. This river cannot pull itself out. One rain and another rain are waiting in line. There is no snow. Suing God 5. "Yu Wen" Yitong (1) Fate is the lonely sky The initial clouds in the middle have gone through the vicissitudes of life and have gathered into the falling rain. The soft rain has moistened some memories. In order to get wet, I forgot to bring my rain gear (2). The pouring rain is the catharsis of thunder and lightning's love, accompanied by the roar of thunder and lightning. The bright raindrops were pushed and jumped down aggrievedly, like elongated crystals. (3) A rain heralded the old past and a new beginning. All the timidity and cowardice were driven under the eaves and poured down, overturning your resentment. The umbrella that opened my soul lowered its posture and let it wash away all my memories of happiness, pain (4) The wind said that rain is the teardrops of the sky, with fluttering and soft streamlines, hitting the end of the glass. Find the destination of the slide, look for the moist traces in the gap, suddenly want to evaporate from the memory, so open my heart and look forward to the sunrise (5) The rain was cut off by the sound of frogs, the emotional stream, kissing the toes, licking them carefully, I like it. The scent of the soil after the rain falls. The petals fly down and stir up the roots. The drunken rain gives the dusty world a cool and refreshing impression. 6. "Autumn Rain Thoughts" Zhishui Orchid is another autumn rain that makes it so dripping and silent. Crying broke the silence of this thousand-year-old city. The face seemed to be happy but not happy. It was as weak as jade. The willow breeze blew the wind, and the fingers could not be seen. The lost naughty boy who returned from school could still see the blurred eyes moistened by the thick rain. The forgotten corner of Cang Yan, whose smiling face is tortured, is still worth remembering. Looking at the delicate flowers outside the window, the passionate rain, how can you bear to drop the truth and pray for her? Please be merciful and let her go. The idler is fishing tightly. Why is the coir raincoat so indifferent to me? You raised your finger and booed me. It turns out you were afraid that I would distract you from looking at the small watch on your wrist. The person you were meeting at that time? Why haven't you come here yet? What should I do to make this girl unexpected? The floor that is so restless and full of dust is brand new. You are the biggest contributor. I have adjusted the hands of time. I sit on the tower and wait for the good news of your triumph. I know you in the wind and rain. The flowers next to me are petals falling, their branches are bare, and the dark clouds are blocking them. Please don’t be too late to meet you at the next stop of the sunset. 7. "In the Long Rainy Night" The water on Mozi’s window glass rustled down, connecting the wooden lattice of the window frame and the melancholy clinging to the glass. It fell to the edge of the building and broke into four or five pieces. A crystal petal falls on the pool of my heart. The broken thoughts spread like ripples along the veins of the earth. It can really cut the weft between heaven and earth. The lovesickness that the Weaver Girl weaved all night will shatter like gold. Tomorrow will be wet. The attic with the lights always on is really a broken switch. In the long rainy nights, she was used to turning on the light and dreaming. She was so innocent that she wanted to see clearly the appearance of the person in her dream, and her sleepless eyes were filled with long spare thoughts.

4. Modern poems about rain

1. The light rain rustled the ground,

watered the seedlings green,

watered the green grass hope.

The light rain rustled underground,

I looked up,

Where is the hometown of rain?

Under the soft rain,

Devotion wholeheartedly,

How can people not shed tears of gratitude?

2. Wind and rain

The wind is always apologetic

Thunder always has bad intentions

When I am still on my way home< /p>

The clouds began to splash water

At first

I didn’t pay attention to every detail

Later

It was densely packed and overwhelming< /p>

I was so wet that I couldn’t escape

Oh my God

I didn’t bring an umbrella

In a hurry

I bumped into In your arms

From now on

Walking into wind and rain in life

3. Rain scene of lotus pond

Qinghu plain fragrance

Thin raindrops,

slowly falling into the water,

making little ripples.

The wind blows in the setting sun,

A touch of bright red.

The lotus moves,

the leaves make waves,

the raindrops,

the pond sings,

A night of rain and lotus accompanies the sunset,

A morning of autumn water ripples thousands of miles.

4. The city where it rains

Yesterday

It rained in the city Rain

From morning to night

From east to west

The continuous rain is cool

It is falling but still wet

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Lilac-like complex

In the misty rain

Countless longing eyes

Gathering into the bright starry sky in the middle of the night

The once familiar city

Why did it suddenly rain

The vivid and unique display

But the sadness is

The strictness of reinforced concrete

The storm is coming

Lightning flashes

Tearing the sky apart

Rain is tears

Tears are rain

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The pouring river surges

Submerges the face of the city

The dream-seeking souls flee and fall

On the emerging edge of the city

There is a lot of sadness scattered all over the place. Tried my best. Hope it will be adopted 0v0

5. Modern poems describing rain

Poem title: Staying in Zhiyu Hall on August 22nd, enjoying the coolness after the rain Category: Seven-Character Quatrains Author: Fan Cheng The heavy rain makes the clouds darken and the sunset fills the courtyard with the fragrance of flowers.

Write a poem and pen under the north window, repaying the cold with this time. Poem Name: Watching the Evening Rain in August Category: Seven-Character Quatrains Author: Xu Ning On the night of August 15th this year, the cold rain could not be heard.

Wherever the snow is, Wushan Mountain crosses the water and there are thousands of clouds. Poem Name: Happy Rain on August 5th, Composed on the First Balcony Category: Seven-Character Rhymed Poetry Author: Yang Weizhen Knocking on the door, I walked past Taishi's house, but I dragged my stick up to the first balcony.

Thunder rises from the bottom of Gexian Well, and rain comes from Huangfei Pagoda. The officers and soldiers reported good news on the copper thallium road, and the mountain people had diarrhea in the white snail cup.

Who knows that poetry is good? Shandong Li Xunjin is talented. Name of the poem: A sudden cool breeze on August 1 Category: Seven-Character Ancient Poetry Author: Lu You Sweating on my clothes and panting, who knew there would be such a happy wind! The new coolness suddenly disappears from the world, and the lingering summer heat is really sweeping away.

Just as a light thunder passed through Linwu, the rain had already blown to the curtains. Youren has recovered from his illness and has nothing to do. He is left to write poems and have a prosperous life.

Poem title: Light Rain in Badong (1) Category: Seven-Character Quatrains Author: Lu You I temporarily borrowed the clear stream to accompany the fishing man, and the solitary awning on the beach was wet with light rain. From now on, the poem is in Badong County, not in the wind and snow of Baqiao.

Poetry name: Bamboo Rain Category: Others Author: Yang Wanli When Bajiao rains, he is happy, and his voice is clearer and more beautiful all night long. The soft voice is as clever as a fly touching paper, and the loud voice is as loud as a mountain falling from a spring.

You can listen to it at three o'clock and five o'clock, and there will be no silence in the autumn evening. The plantains are happy and sad, but it is not as good as the west wind harvesting but the rain stops immediately.

Poetry title: Bai Letian is happy alone in the rain on the Wei River. Category: Five-character ancient poem. Author: Zhang Lei. After being dismissed from office and lying in a poor alley, the clouds and things are thick. After ten days of continuous rain, the city is ready to sail.

The pillar foundations turned into ponds, and the tile ditches turned into torrents. Xiao Ran, the residual summer heat has retreated, and he wears off his clothes in cold weather.

The old man had slept enough in the morning and sat up to comb his white hair. Calling the boy to order the morning meal, the money is wet and the wife is worried.

Wash my Zhuti cup, and I will no longer be ashamed of myself. One drink has already made me drunk, and everything will be fine.

Poem title: Baima Jin blocks the rain Category: Seven-character rhyme poem Author: Sima Zha Jin trees are slender. The hotel is empty, and I sit and watch the sparse leaves around the steps in red. Thousands of miles away from Chuyun in my hometown, there is a sound of returning geese in the mist and rain.

Zhangpu is prone to old age due to many illnesses, and it is difficult to read Maoling's book in letters. If he has achieved fame and nothing happens, he will eventually go to the head of the stream to accompany the fisherman.

Poetry title: Baishui Mingfu's uncle's house is full of joyful rain Category: Five-character poem Author: Du Fu My uncle's government is like this, no one in the ancients can repeat it. Bishan is sunny and wet, with more white water and rain.

Prayer is not ignorant, what is joy and entertainment? There has been a severe drought in the year of Tang. Today I am drunk and singing.

Poetry title: Bao Gong's prayer for rain Category: Seven-character rhyme poem Author: Fan Chengda In late spring in the original turtle village, the roadside furnace smokes the *** prayer temple. It evokes thousands of clouds surging, and thousands of raindrops flying down.

The ruthless plum blossoms are still red, and the intentional rice fields are all green. The door of great charity must be opened with fulfilled wishes, and I wish that this charity can reach the end of the world.

Poem title: Heavy Rain Category: Five-Character Ancient Poetry Author: Lu You The wind is so angry that it wants to tear down the house, and the rain comes like a dam bursting. The lone lamp reflected in the window is extinguished, and the birds are perched on the eaves.

The heat of summer is bright, and the sound of autumn is suddenly miserable. It is said that the river has risen and everything has been cut off.

Poetry title: Heavy Rain Category: Seven-Character Quatrains Author: Wei Zhuang There are many thunderstorms in Jiangcun in summer, and there are violent rains in the morning and clear in the evening. I don’t know how deep the waves are, but the South Lake is now level with the North Lake.

The first article: Raindrops, drop by drop, crystal clear, no modification, no color, a seat of sadness, a hint of coolness, a ray of rain, a touch of love, a long string of rain, falling wildly, washing away the silt, washing away the turbid water, dripping to nourish the heart. It flows smoothly and merges into hundreds of rivers. The torrential rain gathers floating clouds and flits past. It is like a gray hat thrown to the earth. The layered top of the earth falls heavily. The heart is proud and enemy air strikes. The rain condenses and freezes. Adding frost to the snow is pure white. It is lonely and cold. Pure and traceless. Innocent, pure and peaceful. Lying carefree and carefree, the rain processed and solidified the colorless transparent crystal lamp head, which shines into the heart. The crystal glow folds out, the crystal is speechless and exudes sincerity. The rain spirit travels around the world, and the air of heaven and earth is full of boundlessness in the rain. The second part of the song, words and dance: There are many rain scenes I love: the pattering in front of the window during a spring dream on a spring night; the sound of heavy raindrops hitting banana leaves; the mist-like rain wisps on people's faces; the thunderstorm splashed from the lightning - but the rain will This is my favorite day. Although it is gray, it is transparent; it contains a silent expectation.

And from somewhere in the clouds, a crisp bird call came from Rain Alley (Dai Wangshu) Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley, I hope to meet a lilac The same sad and resentful girl. She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac, and the same sadness as lilac. She complains in the rain, mourns and hesitates; she wanders in this lonely rain alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, just like me, walking silently like me It's cold, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently, and as she approached, she cast a sighing look. She drifted past, like a dream, as sad and confused as a dream. Like a lilac branch floating through the field in a dream, this girl drifted past me; she silently moved away, far away, reaching the decadent fence and walking into this rainy alley.

In the mournful song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes were as melancholy as lilacs. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to float past a girl who is as sad as a lilac.

The fallen flower man is independent, and the light and swift swallows fly together. (Yan Jidao) The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs. (Wen Tianxiang) After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. (Wang Wei) Xiaolaiyu Where are the traces? There is a pool of broken apples. (Su Shi) Facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers are beginning to stop. (Liu Yong) I secretly think about how many peaceful and joyful gatherings I had in the past, but I didn’t know that the difficult time of gathering and separation turned into rain and hateful clouds. Sadness (Liu Yong) The boundless silk rain is as fine as sadness. (Qin Guan) The lilacs are empty and the rain is sad. (Li Jing) Lonely in the deep boudoir, an inch of soft intestines is filled with thousands of strands of sadness. Cherish the spring when spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. (Li Qingzhao) Good rain Know the season, when spring will happen. The wind will sneak into the night, moistening things silently. (Du Fu) The phoenix trees will also drizzle, and at dusk, it will rain bit by bit. (Li Qingzhao) During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road will feel like they are dying. (Du Mu) After the rain, the light cold still lingers, Spring sorrow and alcoholism turn into melancholy (Ouyang Xiu) Seven or eight stars are outside, two or three o'clock rain is in front of the mountain. (Xin Qiji) The drizzle dreams of returning to the chicken plug far away, and the jade-sheng cold blows through the small building. (Li Jing) ) Jun asked that the return date has not been scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. How can the emperor cut the candles from the west window, but say that it is raining in Bashan at night. (Li Shangyin) Furious and full of anger, I lean on the balcony, and the rain stops. (Yue Fei) Throughout the ages, there are no heroes. Looking, Sun Zhong is looking for a place. Dancing on the pavilion and singing platform, the romance is always blown away by the rain and wind. (Xin Qiji) Weicheng is light and dusty in the morning rain, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei) The swallows do not return. Spring is late, and there is mist and rain in apricots. Flowers are cold.

6. Modern poems about rain

Rain love

The sky is gray and the rain does not stop.

Outside the window, rain fell from the sky,

falling reluctantly on the sparse banyan leaves.

He is lonely, his heart is wet with rain,

Let the rain take away his thoughts for you.

Do you feel it?

Once upon a time, there was a pair of people,

walking on that rainy night.

Hold an umbrella together and stay close together.

The dim light lengthened their figures,

On the quiet road, the wind gently blew across their cheeks.

That was their first time,

Do you still remember?

Rain

Rain, it’s raining!

The mountains in the distance are covered by you.

Rain! It is the tears of the sky that wash away the world.

I stand on the open ground,

Please wash away my memory too!

Rain is crystal clear, as if it has magic.

Then,

let my heart become like rain!

My heart also wants to be as transparent as rain one day,

My heart also wants to bloom one day,

Like rain, < /p>

Spread out and make your final contribution to the world.

Then, shooting stars in the distance,

bring my wishes to the rain!

Help me realize this last wish.

Rain, I have always regarded the mountain as my spiritual destination.

You hide the mountain behind you,

What about me?

But that’s okay,

You also hide me,

hide my heart.

Rain,

Take me with you!

Let me come with you,

come down from the sky together,

wash the earth together,

bloom together.

Rain,

take me to heaven!

7. Poems about missing someone on a rainy day

The rain falls quietly,

The cold night is so quiet.

A man walked alone under the dim street lights,

slowly and silently counting the steps on the ground.

Silent longing lingers in the air,

An urgent and helpless confusion,

entangled with nightmare-like concerns.

At this moment,

Where are you in the city?

Are you wandering the streets late at night as infatuatedly as me?

Your face, which we have not seen again for a long time,

and your long back on the ground,

are brewing the coldest breath of this cold winter,

Covering the loneliness of this late night.

What's wrong?

The thoughts in my mind are filled with memories of the past,

The heavy depression stings my sad heart,

In the panic, < /p>

I searched carefully,

but I couldn’t find any trace of your love.

The rain,

is still falling silently,

The umbrella in my hand is like a piece of stumbling happiness,

slowly falling from The palm of my hand slipped,

drifting in the silent wind and rain.

8. A modern poem about rain, urgently needed

"Waiting for you, in the rain"

Yu Guangzhong

Waiting for you, In the rain, in the rainbow-making rain

The sound of cicadas falls and the sound of frogs rises

A pond of red lotus is like red flames, in the rain

You It doesn’t matter whether you come or not, but I feel

Every lotus looks like you

Especially across the dusk, across such drizzle

Eternity, moment, In an instant, in eternity

Waiting for you, within time,

Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity

If your hand is in my hand,

If your fragrance is in my nostrils at this moment, I will say, little lover

No, this hand should be picking lotus, in Wu Palace

This hand should

Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp in a magnolia boat

A star hanging on the eaves of the Science Museum

Hanging like earrings

The Swiss watch said it was seven o'clock and suddenly you came

Stepping on the red lotus after the rain, Pianpian, you came

Like a small order

From a love allusion, you come

From Jiang Baishi's words, you come with rhyme

Winter rain

The drizzle of rain

Gently falls on my heart

No umbrella, no poncho

Only one Beige coat

This rain is so melancholy

It’s like offering a white flower to a departed person

Telling an eternal fairy tale

< p> The drizzle of light rain

Knocking gently on the dripping eaves

No flinching, no fear

Only a moving heart running in the direction to go

This rain is so fascinating

Let go of your worries in the sky that embraces it

Like a message to someone who has been wandering for a long time

Come on, come home quickly!

9. 25 modern poems about rain (as short as possible)

Yu said

-----For people living on the land of China Children Sing

Zheng Chouyu

(Yu said: April has been waiting on the earth for a long time...

)

The long-awaited fields and pastures

The long-awaited fish ponds and streams

When the fields were frozen all winter, the seeds were imprisoned

The pastures are withering and yellowing, and traces of cattle and sheep are lost

When the fish ponds are cold and shallow, and the swimming fish are stranded

The creek gradually becomes mute and tuneless

Rain Say, I’m here, I’m here to visit the land of April

I’m here, I’m walking very lightly and speaking softly

My love is like a thread Weaving the heaven and earth together

I call each child’s baby name sweetly and accurately

When I come, thunder and lightning are not noisy, and the wind is not crowded

You may know when I'm approaching

Don't open your parasol to resist me

Don't close your doors and windows, put down your curtains

Don't be busy Wearing a raincoat and wearing a bamboo hat in a hurry

Yu said: I came to the earth to be close to you

I am a guest in April with the baptism of spring

Why don’t you raise your face and let me kiss you

Why don’t you follow me and step on the beat of my footsteps

Follow me to step on the soil of the field and it will be as moist as Ointment

Go to the pasture to pick out the new honeysuckle sprouts

Go around the pond and say hello to the fish

Go listen to the stream and practice your new weaving The laundry ballad

The rain said: I am here, the place I came from is very far away

The mountains there are towering and the sky is filled with white clouds

I was also a child and You both love to play

But I am lucky

I grew up smiling in the swaddling clothes of Baiyun

The first thing, I I want to teach you to laugh bravely

Don’t you see, the willow tree bent over with laughter when it saw me

The stone lion laughed to tears when it saw me

The little swallow smiled and tilted its wings when it saw me

The second thing is, I want to teach you to laugh bravely

The flag roared with laughter when it saw me< /p>

As long as the flag smiles, the sound of spring will be there

As long as you smile, the hope of the earth will be there

The rain said, I’m coming, I’m coming I will never go back

When you laugh freely, I will rest happily

One day, you are eating an apple and wiping your mouth

Remember , the sweetness in your mouth is my blessing

10. Asking for modern poems about rain

1. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, soft slanting wind The rain does not need to return.——Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"

2. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ――――Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"

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

4. In the Four Hundred and Eighty 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 my dream. ―――――Lu You, "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

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

7. Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three raindrops in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

8. The sound of wind and rain at night , how many flowers have fallen. ――――Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

9. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -----Du Mu's "Qingming"

10. The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. ――――Su Shi's "Drinking on the Lake at the First Sunny and Then the Rain"

"Drinking at the Lake at the First Sunny and Then the Rain"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Shui Guang Lian It’s good when it’s sunny, but it’s also strange when the mountains are empty and covered with rain.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

Translation

On a sunny day, the water of the West Lake is rippling, shining in the sun, and it is extremely beautiful. When it rains, the mountains in the distance are shrouded in mist and rain, appearing and disappearing, and the eyes are confused. This hazy scenery is also very beautiful.

If the beautiful West Lake is compared to the beauty Xi Tzu, then light makeup or heavy makeup can always well highlight her natural beauty and charming charm.

About the author Su Shi (1037-1101) was a writer, calligrapher, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. His courtesy name is Zizhan and his nickname is Dongpo Jushi. Han nationality, Sichuan native, buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). He had a bumpy official career throughout his life, but he was knowledgeable and talented. He was excellent in poetry, calligraphy and painting. His writing is unbridled, clear and fluent. Together with Ouyang Xiu, he is called Ou Su, and he is one of the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties". His poetry is fresh and vigorous, good at using exaggeration and metaphor, and his artistic expression is unique. He is also called Su Huang together with Huang Tingjian. He started a bold and unrestrained school and had a huge influence on later generations. Together with Xin Qiji, he was called Su Xin. He was good at calligraphy in running script and regular script. He could create his own ideas. His pen was rich and ups and downs, and he had an innocent taste. He was called Song Dynasty together with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu and Cai Xiang. The four schools have the same painting studies and literature, advocate spiritual similarity in painting, and advocate "scholar painting". He is the author of "The Complete Works of Su Dongpo" and "Su Dongpo Yuefu".

Reference materials

Ancient Poetry Website: http://so.gushiwen.org/search.aspx?value=%e8%8b%8f%e8%bd%bc