Poems about March Rain

1. Poems about rainy days in March caused a storm.

Su Shi

On March 3rd, it rained on Hu Sha Road, and the rain gear came first. My colleagues were in a mess, and I didn't feel it either. It has cleared up, so just pretend to be like this.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Who is afraid that bamboo shoes are lighter than horses? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

See Five Songs of Twenty Brothers, which advocates peace and is full of flowers and stars.

Huang tingjian

In March, wind and rain washed a city of flowers.

I don't know Dongguo Qingming wine, like Grain Rain tea in West Window.

Inclined track

Lu you

Wuzhong is still cold in March.

The bee's spleen is full of honey, and the new rain is not dry.

I am tired of reading books and thinking about screen traces. I am eager to pursue happiness when I am sick.

A bottle and a fleeting feeling, the setting sun draws a corner in the city.

Linjiangxian

Shen Wei

After the fine rain in March, the east wind reached the stream bank. The painter's biography is no longer true. Jun Qing is interested, but peaches and plums are immoral.

Leaning on the threshold, I want to talk, and I am full of flowers. The nature museum is brand-new. From now on, you are not alone in Luoyang.

Xie guang hui JIU

Wang Mian

Jiangnan began in March, with peach blossoms and apricot flowers interlaced.

It's raining on a cloudy night, and the waterfall beside the bed thunders on a sunny day.

What are the advantages of reading and nostalgia for the past? I don't have this talent when I travel to Dao Ji.

Thank you, Mr. Zhang Kui, for bringing the wine cottage from time to time.

This poem about the rainy day in March caused a storm. On March 3rd, Su Shi was caught in the rain on Hu Sha Road, with rain gear first. My colleagues are in a mess, and I don't feel it.

It has cleared up, so just pretend to be like this. Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.

Who is afraid that bamboo shoes are lighter than horses? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.

Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. Look at Twenty Brothers Advocating the Harmony of Flowers, Five Poems by Huang Tingjian, March gossamer and Rain Wash the Flower City.

I don't know Dongguo Qingming wine, like Grain Rain tea in West Window. Leaning against the railing, wandering on the shore, leaning against the railing, Wuzhong in March is still cold.

The bee's spleen is full of honey, and the new rain is not dry. I am tired of reading books and thinking about screen traces. I am eager to pursue happiness when I am sick.

A bottle and a fleeting feeling, the setting sun draws a corner in the city. Shenxu, Linjiang County is sunny and rainy in March, and the east wind reaches the bank of the stream.

The painter's biography is no longer true. Jun Qing is interested, but peaches and plums are immoral.

Leaning on the threshold, I want to talk, and I am full of flowers. The nature museum is brand-new.

From now on, you are not alone in Luoyang. Xie Guanghui's wine blooms in Wang Mian Jiangnan in the third spring, with peach blossoms and apricot blossoms.

It's raining on a cloudy night, and the waterfall beside the bed thunders on a sunny day. What are the advantages of reading and nostalgia for the past? I don't have this talent when I travel to Dao Ji.

Thank you, Mr. Zhang Kui, for bringing the wine cottage from time to time.

The rain in March came too suddenly, and your affectionate eyes were wet, always wetting the clear sky in my memory.

The rain in March poured down on me endlessly.

In the rain, all the languages have lost their hearts, and I can't dry those unforgettable memories with written language.

Seven years ago, it was the same in March. Our steps are decorated with rain into a neat poem. Footprints in the mud poured into the spread of poetry.

Umbrella turns the world of you and me, and a camellia tree romanticizes a rainy season. I put myself in your eyes, smiling in the form of flowers and washing my pain in the form of rain.

Nothing can be considered, nothing can be calculated. Our love, rooted in that March, trudged in the rain ...

The rain in March is as usual, and our steps are as usual. The road ahead is full of poetry!

4. Ancient poems about the solar terms of rain 1. Tang Hanyu's Rain in Early Spring.

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

There is a lot of drizzle over Capital Avenue, which is as delicate and moist as crisp cheese. The grass in the distance is faintly connected, but it looks sparse and sporadic at close range. This is the most beautiful scenery in a year, but the most beautiful is Chang 'an, which is full of willows.

Second, Song Luyou's Spring Rain in Lin 'an

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.

Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.

Third, Tang Li Shangyin's' Spring Rain'

When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go.

There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.

The long road ahead will be full of new hardships, and the residual clouds are still vaguely like dreams.

Why, I see a lone goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.

In the early spring, I was lying in bed in white casual clothes, and the sparse sight in front of me made me extremely sad. The red building where you lived was even more desolate in the rain. I silently went back to let the bead curtain swing in the wind.

It's sad to travel a long way, but it's late spring. I can only meet you in my dreams. My infatuation can't reach you. Chunyun Manyan handed me a book.

5. Ancient poems describing rain know the rainy season. Spring has come, so has Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

The rain in Tianjie is crisp and the grass is close at hand, but there is no "water department in early spring"

I'm not worried that the bed will get wet if the house leaks during the night rain, but I like the depth of the stream.

The dark wind blows the sea, and the rain in eastern Zhejiang flies over the "beautiful rainstorm" in Jiang Lai.

Light thunder fell all night, light floating, uneven tiles.

Want wet clothes, apricot flowers and rain, face is not cold.

See you in Xiaoyutang, and you will know that it is raining at home in Qiu Si during Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken.

Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber and oblique wind and drizzle don't need to belong to fishing songs.

Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many terraces were in the misty rain "Jiangnan Spring"

Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The rain brought by the spring tide came late and quickly, and there was no boat crossing the wild in Xixi Chuzhou.

Lying in the dead of night, listening to the dream of "November 4 th" of the stormy iron horse glacier

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. "Drinking on the lake is clear"

After the rain, two birds come to occupy the bamboo forest. In autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.

In the spring rain, people don't cross the bridge, but the boat supports Liu Yin's "spring outing on the lake"

Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to the silent "Don't talk about poetry garden"

Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallow in the breeze.

The earth paste stirs the rain frequently, and flowers bloom in the countryside.

Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, and white rain jumps off the boat "June 27"

It's cloudy and rainy, and chickens crow constantly. Book of Songs, Zheng Feng, Storm.

Autumn wind, Wan Li Furong country, autumn rain, Qianjia village, "Autumn stays in Xiangjiang River"

When you ask about the return date, the rain rises in the autumn pool.

Begonia does not hesitate to blush and is independent in the drizzle.

Yun Qi Pavilion falls, when the rain comes, the East Building of Xianyang City.

The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.

In the spring rain, people don't cross the bridge, but the boat supports Liu Yin's "spring outing on the lake"

The state of Beijing has changed for many years, suddenly listening to the spring rain and recalling Jiangnan's Listening to the Rain.

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6. Rain-related poem "Early Spring Rain"

Han Yu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.

Yang ning Yong Yu

There are many roads in the dust, and the mud is enough for Yan Jia.

Poor and dazzling, it's wet all over the palace flowers.

Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night knows the rainy season and the arrival of spring.

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

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

7. What are the ancient poems about rain? But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Zhinan's "Jueju"

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. -Liu Yuxi's "Two Zhuzhi Ci Poems, the First Part"

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. -Han Yu, "Early Spring is Zhang Shiba, the Minister of Water Resources"

The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. -Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City"

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. -Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream, Last Night's Storm"

Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. -Su Shi's Dingfengbo March 7th