Are there any poems describing rain at the foot of the mountain?

1, Li Shimin's Ode to Rain in the Tang Dynasty:

Clouds float far away, and rain overflows the river.

Fly low and faint in the mountainside, and sprinkle rocks at an oblique foot.

Beads are attached to leaves, and waves are reflected in the mirror.

Willow trees increase the density of silk, including blowing and weaving. ?

Interpretation: The mountains in the distance are shrouded in a dark cloud, with heavy rain pouring down and the river rising. Dark clouds fly low to make the mountainside dark, and the wind and rain spread obliquely on the winding mountain road. Strings of raindrops drop like pearls and knot on leaves like pearls;

Heavy rain rippled on the mirror-like lake. Wicker is lost in the rain, and the continuous rain is like a curtain, which is woven by wind and rain in the air.

2. Song Wan Yi's Ode to Long Acacia Rain:

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.

Interpretation: It has been raining, listening to the ticking sound outside the window, and it is difficult to sleep until it is deep. The banana in the rain and the oil lamp in the house seem to be sentimental at this time, comforting me lonely. Good dreams are hard to come by, and this hate is hard to get rid of. The rain outside the window keeps falling whether the sad people like it or not, and the raindrops don't stop until dawn.

3. The Tang dynasty "Xianyang Rain":

It's raining heavily in xian yangqiao, and fishing boats are separated by ten thousand points.

Just like the spring water in Dongting, Xiaoyun enters Yueyang Day. ?

Interpretation: When it rains in xian yangqiao, the drizzle is swaying with the wind, just like a crystal curtain hanging in the air; The moored fishing boats are blocked by this continuous crystal curtain, which is picturesque. The fog in front of us looks like the fog on Dongting Lake in early spring. And the heavy twilight, as if with water vapor, slowly drifted over Yueyang City. It's really beautiful.

4. In the Song Dynasty, Ouyang Xiu wrote "Rain on a Light Thunder Pool Outside a Willow in Linjiang County":

In the willows outside, there is light thunder and drizzle in the pool; The sound of rain and the sound of rain, dripping on the lotus leaf, make a thin sound.

Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building.

We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east.

Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook.

The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple.

There is a crystal pillow at the head of the bed, and her hair hangs down from her hair and is placed on the pillow. ?

Interpretation: it thunders gently outside the willow forest, and it is raining in the pool; The sound of rain dripped on the lotus leaf. Soon the rain stopped and the rainbow was blocked in the west corner of the building. We leaned against the railing until the moon rose. Swallow flew back to the door, looked at it and flew to the picture beam to ask;

I put the curtain down from the jade hook. The bamboo mat on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there are no ripples. There is a crystal double pillow at the head of the bed, and her golden hairpin slips from her hair and lies across the pillow.

5. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man Sasha Vujacic Leaves Rain":

A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others.

Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.

Night cold shock, tears falling snuff.

Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust. ?

Interpretation: The wind and rain are rustling and the leaves are falling. Autumn night, the longer you count, the longer you are sad. At this time, lean on the pillow and look up at the starry sky. The moon has passed the first winding and gradually becomes perfect. Autumn wind and autumn rain are horribly cold.

Luozhou is impatient, and the solitary pillow is unbearable. The horn reminds the dawn, and the flower shadow leaks. Tears accompanied by snuff were burned to ashes. There is no place that is not sad. The lyre knows what I mean, and it has already been covered with a thin layer of dust.