I am anxious for some poems that are drizzling.

Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and I watch the long river roll forward (Du Fu). The wind blows and the water cools, and the ambition will never return (historical records)

Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward (Du Fu)

The wind blows and the water cools, and the ambition will never return (historical records)

The rustling mourns the passing of the wind, and the cold wave is born (Tao Yuanming)

When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree should hate night frost (Li Qingzhao)

A small wind dispelled the rain and shed a thousand tears (forget the author)

It's raining on the lake and the hills are hazy and cloudy (forget the author)

A?vagho?a, Jing (Book of Songs)

The rustling is cold in the past, and the autumn clouds are low in the desert (Du Fu)

, cars, pedestrians bow and waist sword (Du Fu)

The flag of sunshine falls and the wind rustles in A?vagho?a (Du Fu)

We waved goodbye, and my horse neighed repeatedly (Li Bai)

Sprinkle the rainy dusk on the river to wash away the clear autumn (Liu Yong)

No fashion, no pulse, no rain, no rain (A Dream of Red Mansions)

The wind is flying and the rain is rustling (Jie Jiang)

Without saying anything about sending wine to Chunchun, it rained in Mao Mao at dusk (Zhu)

Dreaming about plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and playing flute and rain at night. (Huang Fusong)

The night is rustling. Dreams are rustling. Huayang went to Xie Qiao. (Han Shu)

Thousands of miles away from Hengtang, reeds rustle and it is stormy. (Xu Hun)

The wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, and the snuff is thin for another night (Nalanxingde)

Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao's west wind is cold, and the house is full of clothes like snow (Xin Qiji)

Xiao Feng dispelled the rain and hurried down, shedding a thousand tears (Li Qingzhao)

This year, the ends of the earth are far away, and the temples are full of flowers (Li Qingzhao)

It was raining in the village by the river at dusk, and the greenwood vendor knew about it at night (Li She, there is a lovely story behind this poem, you can read it if you are interested ~)

Another period is getting uglier and uglier, and rain and rain have broken the soul (Su Shi)

It's raining in Shan Yu, and the bridge is clear (Su Shi)

Cui sleeves are afraid of cold, and bamboo pruning is late.

Tomorrow, after the thank-you ceremony, I will visit Ma Xiaoxiao.