What are the poems that listen to the rain at night?

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. ?

Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.

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When I was young, I listened to the rain on the rostrum, lit red candles, and in the dim light, there were lights in my account. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans.

Now, people are old, with white hair on their temples, and they are alone at the monk's house, listening to the drizzle. The experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless, so let the rain drop by drop on the steps until dawn.

Step 2 listen to the rain

Yuan dynasty: Yu Ji

The screen is located around the temple, and the crimson wax shakes the light.

Jingzhou has changed for many years, suddenly listening to the spring rain and remembering Jiangnan.

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The poet with sparse sideburns sat alone between the screens, and the red candle gave off swaying light and shadow, shining on his drunken hazy face. After many years in Beijing, my temperament changed greatly. Suddenly I heard the sound of spring rain, which reminded me of my hometown Jiangnan.

3, night tour Gongzhu window listening to the rain

Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying

It's raining outside the window. In the window, chewing lanterns is cold. Muddy as a lonely boat in Xiaoxiang. See the fairy, step Ling Bo, the moon shadow.

Sweet bitterness deceives cold strength. Dream around, a thousand hectares of surging waves. Dreaming of the new and worrying about the old scenery. The cloud shines on the jade, and the wine wakes up first.

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The rain outside the window skimmed the stream and made a crisp sound. The solitary light in the room is particularly bright, but it is also very cold. The poet takes a nap alone in the house, which is really like drifting in a boat on the Xiangjiang River. At this point, Xiang Jun seems to be gently holding his nepotism, and the moonlight is shining on her.

Narcissus gives off a crisp fragrance, but it is attacked by cold air, which reminds her of growing up on the banks of rivers and lakes with thousands of hectares of waves. Although new worries come to mind, I am still immersed in old dreams. Vaguely, the fairy's hair is shining with touching luster, fluffy and slightly tilted. It was not until the immortal spirit faded that the poet's wine woke up slightly.

4. Thinking about Shoulou's Spring Training and Spring Dress

Song Dynasty: Shi Dazu

Cut a spring shirt to find fragrance. Remember that the golden knife is always in the window. Several times, the flowers withered in the sun because of the wind. Who misses me? I have no clothes today. Crazy since childhood. However, listening to the rain, carrying a lamp, lying in bed, sleeping and putting on makeup.

Fly away, the night is long. An old tune of silk film, a new cavity of gold spectrum. Hate Xiangyun the most, Chu Lan is heartbroken. Be a guest and care about your hometown. This is a Yu Di, which still conforms to Lang Wei. Close to the cold eater, acacia has not forgotten the smell of apple algae.

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I want to change into spring clothes and enjoy the flowers. I remember your white hands holding scissors and cutting spring clothes with me at the sunny window. It has been many years since this scene. After several spring breezes, the flowers are still blooming and people are empty. Who would have thought that I have no clothes to wear now? At that time, teenagers were crazy and easy to kill time. Now I just listen to the rain, lean on the bed, get drunk, and often dream about your makeup when I sleep.

In late spring, flying flowers fall, and the night seems very long. There are old songs and new songs, and the music is beautiful. But it's hard to repay an old friend. The most hateful Iraqis are gone. Where are you going? Their hearts are broken in vain. Being with guests will make you homesick. Jade can't see Wei Gao again, but he can still be a geisha and reunite with his lover after his death. It's hard to forget the good old days when the food is cold.

It's from Qiu, and it's from my brother Jia Dao.

Tang Dynasty: Nothing.

The moth roared in the dusk and sat in Xilin in meditation.

Listening to the rain is colder, and opening the door leaves deep.

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The grasshopper clamored for the boundless twilight, silently meditating and sitting in Xilin. Listening to the sound of the rain made me cold all over, but I only saw the fallen leaves deep when I opened the door.