Listen to the beautiful poems of rain on a rainy night

1. The poems about Tingyu are beautiful

The poems about Tingyu are beautiful 1. The poems and beautiful paragraphs about Tingyu

A night in the small building listening to the spring rain ,

In the Ming Dynasty, apricot flowers were sold in deep lanes.

Lying in a lonely village, I don’t feel sorry for myself.

I still think of guarding the Luntai for the country.

Lying down in the late night listening to the wind and rain,

The iron horse glacier comes into my dream

You asked about the return date,

The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. .

Why should *** cut off the west window candle?

But talk about the rainy night in Bashan.

The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is far away from the city.

The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain

Autumn mail from brother Jia Dao

---Nothing

In the twilight, noisy insects, I sit in the west forest in meditation.

Listening to the rain, the cold becomes more severe, and the leaves fall deeper when the door is opened.

In the past, due to illness in Jingyi, he developed Dongting heart.

It’s also my brother’s fault, and I haven’t returned to *** till now.

Spring Cold

--Li Qunyu

The fire is hanging down the curtain at night, and it will spread to the cold weather.

I pour a pot of wine to keep warm, and I worry about falling asleep listening to the sound of rain.

He has a calm heart when doing things, and he thinks thoughtfully when doing things.

It’s half past time to see the spring glory, and there will be smoke again tomorrow.

Recruiting Zhang Siye in the rain

----- Bai Juyi

The clothes are fragrant after summer, and the mat is bright in autumn.

The flower-stone pillow with oblique branches is used to chant the pistil beads while lying down.

A muddy day is not a good day for traveling, and a gloomy day is good for sleeping.

Can we stay together and sleep on the opposite bed while listening to the rain?

Send Master

Zuo Yan

It has been ten years since we joined hands to stop the war.

I remember spending the night together in the forest, listening to the rain in the bamboo studio and forgetting to sleep.

Listen to the rain and stay in Wu Temple, cross the river and meet people from Yue.

Zhi was recommended by my family, and I said goodbye again in the evening of autumn.

Send books to Yan Si Yi Envoy for his visit to Shu

--------- Wei Yingwu

An urgent letter from Jin Jia, Shumen Qianling .

The word "Zhenfenjiang" is changed, but there are clouds on the roadside.

Listening to the rain at night in the mountain pavilion, the autumn ape calls alone in the group.

Inaction has lingered for a long time, the Holy Lord is waiting for the final message

Seeing the rain in the boat

---- Dai Shulun

Hearing the rain for the first time tonight , Jiangnan Du Ruoqing.

No matter how reckless fame is, brothers will always wither.

The dream is far away from the sorrow of butterflies, and the love is deeply ashamed of the wagtail.

I care about the orphan all day long, and my life experience is still high.

Invest in Pang Shaoyin

Jia Dao

Close the door and scratch the white head, a tree in the atrium has clear shade.

The taste of life does not change year by year, but the heart of spring and stone changes day by day.

When I got sick, I stood on the mountain platform and listened to the rain and candles singing in front of me.

Pang Gong has known each other since Yuanhe, and they have been separated since then.

Mid-Autumn Travel

---Shang Neng

The animals are elegant and elegant, and they are poor at the same time.

Looking at the hometown with the Big Dipper, listening to the rain and the west wind.

Jiayi Village is far away, and the path of smoke is clear.

Mingsouqingquatrains seem to have magical powers.

Send Dr. Cui of Ezhou to the town

Liu Deren

It is difficult for Lian to ask the emperor, and the imperial court has dropped out of important ministers.

There is snow when you first enter the mountain, and the road is dust-free.

When I go to the country, the sound of the bell is slow, and the passing clouds stay in silence.

Thousands of peaks and thousands of trees, listen to the new rain.

Don’t listen to the sound of rain beating through the forest. Why not whistling and walking slowly? The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.

The painting boat sleeps listening to the rain, the people beside it are like the moon, and the snow is condensed on the bright wrist. Don't return to your hometown before you are old, for returning home requires breaking your heart. The whole building is full of red sleeves.

2. Poems and beautiful paragraphs about listening to the rain

Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night,

In the Ming Dynasty, apricot flowers were sold in the deep alleys.

Lying in a lonely village, I don’t feel sorry for myself.

I still think of guarding the Luntai for the country.

Lying down in the late night listening to the wind and rain,

The iron horse glacier comes into my dream

You asked about the return date,

The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. .

Why should *** cut off the west window candle?

But talk about the rainy night in Bashan.

The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is far away from the city.

The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain

Autumn mail from brother Jia Dao

---Nothing

In the twilight, noisy insects, I sit in the west forest in meditation.

Listening to the rain, the cold becomes more severe, and the leaves fall deeper when the door is opened.

In the past, due to illness in Jingyi, he developed Dongting heart.

It’s also my brother’s fault, and I haven’t returned to *** till now.

Spring Cold

--Li Qunyu

The fire is hanging down the curtain at night, and it will spread to the cold weather.

I pour a pot of wine to keep warm, and I worry about falling asleep listening to the sound of rain.

He has a calm heart when doing things, and he thinks thoughtfully when doing things.

It’s half past time to see the spring glory, and there will be smoke again tomorrow.

Recruiting Zhang Siye in the rain

----- Bai Juyi

The clothes are fragrant after summer, and the mat is bright in autumn.

The flower-stone pillow with oblique branches is used to chant the pistil beads while lying down.

A muddy day is not a good day for traveling, and a gloomy day is good for sleeping.

Can we stay together and sleep on the opposite bed while listening to the rain?

Send Master

Zuo Yan

It has been ten years since we joined hands to stop the war.

I remember spending the night together in the forest, listening to the rain in the bamboo studio and forgetting to sleep.

Listen to the rain and stay in Wu Temple, cross the river and meet people from Yue.

Zhi was recommended by my family, and I said goodbye again in the evening of autumn.

Send books to Yan Si Yi Envoy for his visit to Shu

--------- Wei Yingwu

An urgent letter from Jin Jia, Shumen Qianling .

The word "Zhenfenjiang" is changed, but there are clouds on the roadside.

Listening to the rain at night in the mountain pavilion, the autumn ape calls alone in the group.

Inaction has lingered for a long time, the Holy Lord is waiting for the final message

Seeing the rain in the boat

---- Dai Shulun

Hearing the rain for the first time tonight , Jiangnan Du Ruoqing.

No matter how reckless fame is, brothers will always wither.

The dream is far away and I am worried about butterflies, and I am deeply ashamed of the wagtail.

I care about the orphan all day long, and my life experience is still high.

Invest in Pang Shaoyin

Jia Dao

Close the door and scratch the white head, a tree in the atrium has clear shade.

The taste of life does not change year by year, but the heart of spring and stone changes day by day.

When I got sick, I stood on the mountain platform and listened to the rain and candles singing in front of me.

Pang Gong has known each other since Yuanhe, and they have been separated since then.

Mid-Autumn Travel

---Shang Neng

The animals are elegant and elegant, and they are poor at the same time.

Looking at the hometown with the Big Dipper, listening to the rain and the west wind.

Jiayi Village is far away, and the path of smoke is clear.

Mingsouqingquatrains seem to have magical powers.

Send Dr. Cui of Ezhou to the town

Liu Deren

It is difficult for Lian to ask the emperor, and the imperial court has dropped out of important ministers.

There is snow when you first enter the mountain, and the road is dust-free.

When I go to the country, the sound of the bell is slow, and the passing clouds stay in silence.

Thousands of peaks and thousands of trees, listen to the new rain.

Don’t listen to the sound of rain beating through the forest. Why not whistling and walking slowly? The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.

The painting boat sleeps listening to the rain, the people beside it are like the moon, and the snow is condensed on the bright wrist. Don't return to your hometown before you are old, for returning home requires breaking your heart. The whole building is full of red sleeves.

3. Poems about listening to the rain

1. A group of people sleep together and listen to the autumn rain. The small bamboo mats and light quilts are each cold.

From "Autumn in Guidian, Thinking of the Past" written by Zhu Yizun of the Qing Dynasty

Thinking of the past, I crossed the river and saw the low reflection of green moths across the mountains. A group of people sleep together listening to the autumn rain, their little quilts and quilts are each cold.

Definition:

Reminiscing about the past. On the riverside, the beautiful figures and beautiful distant mountains are reflected in the river. The two of us were on the same boat, listening to the patter of rain, sleeping alone, with thin bamboo mats and quilts, silently enduring the severe cold.

2. It rains on the sycamore leaves at midnight, and the sound of the leaves is parting.

From "Partridge Sky: When the Redness Is About to Use Up" by Zhou Zizhi in the Song Dynasty

When the Redness Is About to Use Up.

The cool autumn air fills the screen. It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting.

Tune Bao Se and dial Jin Ni. At that time, we sang partridge lyrics together. Nowadays, it’s a stormy night in Xilou. Even if I don’t listen to clear songs, I will shed tears.

Definition:

I am keeping a broken lamp alone, which is about to burn out. The sky is getting cold, the autumn air is filling the curtains and the silver screen, and the rain is falling on the parasol trees at midnight. Every leaf and every sound is the mournful sound of farewell. At that time, she and I played with each other, stirred the warm aloes in the stove, and sang "Partridge Ci" in unison. It was so joyful. Now, I am alone in this west building, on this windy and rainy dark night, I can't help crying even if I don't listen to clear songs.

3. The boy is listening to Yuge upstairs. The red candle dims the tent.

From "Poppy Poppy Listening to the Rain" written by Jiang Jie of the Song Dynasty

A young man listens to the rain song upstairs. The red candle dims the tent. A young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat. The river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind.

Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut. There are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn.

Definition:

When I was young, I listened to the rain in the singing tower, with red candles and tents light in the dim light. When I reach middle age, I am on a small boat in a foreign country, watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, and in the west wind, a lone goose that has lost its flock is wailing.

Now that I am in my twilight years, my temples are all gray, and I am alone under the monk's hut listening to the drizzle of rain. Thinking of the joys and sorrows of the world, it always seems so ruthless. In this case, why should we feel emotional? Just let the rain outside the window drop by drop in front of the steps until dawn.

4. Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.

From "Two Poems on the Wind and Rain on November 4th, Part 2" written by Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Lying stiffly in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.

At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.

Definition:

I lay upright in the lonely and desolate countryside, not feeling sad for my situation, and thinking about defending the country's borders. At the end of the night, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain, and dreamed vaguely that I was riding an armored horse across the frozen river to fight in the northern battlefield.

5. Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.

From "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" written by Lu You in the Song Dynasty

The world is as thin as gauze, who makes people ride horses in Beijing. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.

The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass, and the fine breasts of the clear window are used to share tea. Wear plain clothes and don't sigh in the wind and dust. It's still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.

Interpretation:

The current situation of humanity is as light as a layer of gauze. Who asked me to ride a horse to Kyoto as a guest and be tainted by the prosperity? I stayed in the small building and listened to the patter of spring rain all night. Early tomorrow morning, there were people selling apricot blossoms in the deep alleys. I spread out a small piece of paper and wrote in cursive script calmly. I carefully boiled water, made tea, skimmed foam, and tried famous teas by the window when the light rain started to clear. Don't lament that the dust in Kyoto will stain your white clothes. During the Qingming Festival, you still have time to return to your hometown in Sanin by Jinghu Lake.

4. Beautiful poems or sentences about rain

Rain falls from the sky to every corner. The raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which is very beautiful.

Raindrops fall from the eaves, walls, and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect together to form a water column. The wind was blowing loudly and the rain was falling.

Looking closer, there is not even a soul on the street. The white flowers are all water, and it has become a flowing river, with countless water splashes vying to bloom on it; looking from a distance, the buildings and trees are all covered with water. Vaguely. The wind carries the rain stars, as if searching for something on the ground, bumping randomly to the east and west.

As soon as the pedestrians found a shelter from the rain, the rain started to fall. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and soon it was like pouring water. Look at the rain in the sky really like a big waterfall! A gust of wind blows, and the rain, which is as dense as a waterfall, is blown away by the wind like smoke, fog, and dust.

Big raindrops fell on the ground, splashing water, and the water splashes were like small fountains. When the water splash fell on the ground, it turned into small bubbles. The small bubbles looked like small transparent hats.

It is really interesting to watch carefully the process of the raindrops turning into little hats! The rain is getting heavier, and a layer of white rain and mist splashes on the roofs and on the streets, like a misty white gauze.

At this time, a gust of wind blew over, and the white gauze floated away, and the raindrops hit the stagnant water on the street diagonally, stirring up splashes of water.

. Feelings in the rain It has been raining since last night, the patter of rain, the falling of rain. Originally, it should be very sentimental. But when I think of the rain-stained flowers and the red and fragrant flowers withering, I feel a little melancholy and even a little sad.

I know that there are countless people who love rain, and the articles about rain and rain are as vast as smoke. But I am a person who loves rain after all. I have different feelings about rain, so I wrote about it. Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; just like the mountains and rivers in front of you, a thousand people have a thousand scenery.

Some people like rain, some hate it, some sigh, some are crazy about it, and they have different feelings. Rain is just like flowers, plants and trees. Whether it can become a scenery depends on people's mood.

No matter who sees it, the rain comes after a long drought, but it is beautiful; but when the rain comes, the dike breaks and the water floods, who is not upset by it? However, rain is rain. It does not come because you like it, nor does it go away because you hate it. What's more, without experiencing wind and rain, you cannot see the beauty of the rainbow; without the clouds on a rainy day, there is no sunshine on a sunny day. brilliant. It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and as someone who was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, I have to say that I am very familiar with the rain. It should be said that I should have turned a blind eye to it and been indifferent to it.

But I have a sense of surprise and novelty about rain. Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, letting the sweet and pure rain sprinkle on my body and soak into my skin; it washes away the dust and darkness in my heart, making my mood clean and bright.

Rain is a gift from God, a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. If there was no rain, what would the world be like? The desert is spread all over, dust storms are raging, and sand is flying; there are no traces of birds, it is difficult to find the shadows of animals, and even a trace of green cannot be found, and life is disappearing here. How terrifying and terrible it would be. The four seasons of rain also vary according to different seasons and seasonal changes.

Chun Yu is regarded as the most beautiful and exquisite, just like the shy and coquettish singing of a young girl; Chun Yu is also the most loved by literati. Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen", "The sky street is moistened and moistened silently by the gentle rain", "Apricot blossoms spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River", etc. are all praises to spring rain.

The dripping woman in "Rain Alley" probably came in the spring rain. The hottest one is Xia Yu. It is like a strong man sweating freely, with a hearty and joyful feeling; it comes fiercely and leaves quickly, and it is straightforward and never sloppy.

It not only irrigates the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings a little bit of coolness to people in the scorching heat. People are clear about its merits and demerits.

And the autumn rain with a hint of coolness has a different feeling in my heart. It is desolate and desolate, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of a resentful woman whose youth has passed and her time is gone.

"The evening rain sprinkles the river sky to wash away the autumn. The frost and wind are getting colder and colder, and the Guanhe River is desolate. The remaining light shines on the building, and everything is gone.

Only the water of the Yangtze River is speechless. Flowing eastward." In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood was so desolate and helpless.

Li Yian also told her loneliness, sadness and sorrow in her "Autumn Love", "The sycamore trees also drizzled, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, there is no word for sadness. have to!".

In fact, what does human joy, joy, anger, sorrow, and rain have to do with each other? Winter rain seems to be rare, and even fewer people like it. But I feel that it is like a few drops of clear tears shed by a strong man who broke his wrist without frowning and will never return. It has a kind of coldness, fortitude, tragedy and heroism.

It makes people feel some sincere respect. The glitz and bustle of the world, success and failure, require us to treat it with a normal heart, and the same is true for rain. Only by getting rid of impetuosity and being more calm can we appreciate its fun and poetry, and feel its subtlety and beauty.

As I write these words, the rain is still falling, and I can’t help but feel a little sad about spring. Unconsciously, spring has deepened, and summer has come silently. . Isn't this how youth grows old slowly, and dreams fade away quietly like this... 2. The children under the moonlight giggled, they jumped happily, and the little straw hats on their heads also jumped, The surrounding woods and rivers also danced.

The Moon Girl blushed, covered herself up, and smiled, her hidden heart must be dancing behind the clouds. God-given gold, God-given moonlight rain, from the top of the head to the feet, from the outside to the inside, from the bones to the soul, they are all golden, they are transparent, they are as pleasing to the eye as green and as cool as borneol.

The children stole some lotus leaves and used them to catch the golden elves. The elves rolled happily. The children should put the moonlight rain away and wait until next spring to plant it in the ground so that they can germinate, bloom, and produce trees full of moonlight rain. Then they will give these golden fruits to their friends and kindergarten teachers... ... Listening to the Rain on the Eaves "Essay" Every rainy season, I think of listening to the rain on the eaves, and there is a special sense of beauty. Although it is not like playing in the whirlpool of the river, rushing to the sea on the beach, or hiding in the alleys of the small town, there is also the gentle singing of the drizzle. The rain blows east and west.

5. Looking for classical poems about "Listening to the Rain", the more the better

"Slow Sound·Xun Xun Mi Mi" by Li Qingzhao

Xun Xun Mi Mi , deserted, miserable and miserable.

It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold.

Three cups and two bottles of weak wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows.

The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.

The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, no one is worthy of being picked off now.

Guarding the window, how can one be alone in the dark.

The sycamore tree is also drizzled, and it is drizzling at dusk.

This time, how can one be so worried!

Bajiao Rain

Author: Yang Wanli

Bajiao is happy when it rains, and makes a clear and beautiful sound 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 bananas are happy and sad, but it is not as good as the west wind harvesting but the rain stops immediately.

"Night Rain" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

Early in the morning, the crickets crow again and stop,

The remaining lamps go out and light up again.

I can hear the rain at night through the window,

Basho makes a sound first.

"The White-haired Man in Shangyang" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Staying in an empty room, the autumn night is long,

The night is long and the sky is unclear.

The shadow of Geng Geng behind the broken lamp on the wall,

The sound of dark rain hitting the window.

"The Book of Songs·Wind and Rain"

The wind and rain are miserable , cock crows and crows. Now that I have seen a gentleman, why should I not be barbaric? The wind and rain are blowing, and the rooster crows. Now that I've seen a gentleman, how can I not be confused? The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless. Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy?

"Consider Cui Yong and Cui Gun" Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is separated by the heavy city. The autumn clouds linger, and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.

"First Arrival in Wuyi" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

The dream is new before I reach the famous mountains, and thousands of peaks stand out from the ground. Rugged. The wind and rain blew through the Manting Pavilion all night, as if it were washing away the worldly dust with tourists.

"The Five Wonders of Drunk Reading at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

The black clouds rolled over the ink but did not cover the mountains,

The white rain danced in randomly Boat.

The ground wind comes and blows away suddenly,

The water under the Wanghu Tower is like the sky.

6. Please write down some poems about listening to the rain

Happy Rain on a Spring Night by Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

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

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Early Spring Light Rain Han Yu

The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

Autumn Rain Sigh by Du Fu

In the rain, the white grass rots and dies in autumn, and the cassia trees under the steps are brightly colored.

The branches are covered with green leaves and covered with green feathers, and the flowers bloom with countless gold coins.

The cool breeze blows you anxiously, I am afraid that you will not be able to be independent in the future.

The scholar in the hall, with his head blank, smelled the sweet fragrance and cried three times in the wind.

Spring Rain by Li Shangyin

Lying in white clothes during the New Year, with a sparse white door and a lot of regrets.

The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead foil floating lantern returns alone.

The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and there are still vague dreams in the remaining sky.

How can the jade clang and seals be reached? A wild goose flies across thousands of miles of clouds.

Light rain Li Shangyin

It started to move with the forest mist, and it became slightly cooler at night.

The window is far away from the cold light, and the courtyard is empty and close to the water.

Recalling Yuanjiu on a Rainy Night by Bai Juyi

One day it is overcast and it becomes miserable, let alone if it rains all night long.

There is a kind of rain that is the most bitter for you. The road to Pianliang Pavilion leads to Tongzhou.

Rain Du Mu

The clouds are coming one after another, spreading the curtains and invading the lights to send loneliness.

I stayed up all night, alone, and there were bananas outside the host's window.

Night Rain Du Mu

On September 30th, the sound of rain was like farewell to autumn.

The steps are full of leaves for no reason, how many heads are there in vain?

Bits and pieces invade the cold dream, showing a hint of sadness.

If you don’t sing the fishermen’s songs, you will return to the boat when the raincoat is wet.

Yong Yu Li Shimin

The clouds float far away, and the rain sprays across the long river. Flying low to the belly of the faint ridge, slanting feet scatter the rocks.

The leaves are covered with pearls and leaves, making waves in the mirror. The willows are thickly covered with silk, and the air is blown and woven into the air.

7. Looking for some poems about listening to the rain that express different emotions

Jun asked that the return date has not yet been announced, and the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond.

Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? --Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North" This is Li Shangyin's popular lyrical short chapter, written by the poet to his wife far away in the north.

At that time, the poet was blocked by the autumn rain and stranded in Jingba area. His wife sent a letter from home asking about his return date. But the autumn rain continued and traffic was interrupted, so it was impossible to determine, so I replied: You asked about the return date but there is no date.

This sentence has questions and answers, ups and downs, and reveals the poet's sorrow of being stranded in a foreign land with an uncertain return date. The poet and his wife Wang were deeply in love, and they always looked forward to returning to their hometown soon. They sat under the west window with their wives, cut off the candles, and talked late at night.

At this time, I can only miss you hard. There are only four lines in the poem, but the scenes are blended together, and the virtual and the real are intertwined. It not only contains the back-and-forth contrast of space, but also reflects the loop and jump of time.

"He Dang" is a word for imagination, and the imagination is born from the actual scene, so the night rain in Bashan in the second sentence becomes the topic of recall in the imagination, and naturally becomes "but talk about the night rain in Bashan". Clever verses. Poppy: Listening to the Rain A young man listens to the rain song upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The broad clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling in the west wind.

Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut, and there are already stars on my temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from moment to moment until dawn.

--Southern Song Dynasty. Jiang Jie This is a small poem, but it summarizes the special feelings of youth, adulthood and old age. It can be said to be concise and comprehensive. It uses "Listening to the Rain" as a medium to integrate time and space spanning decades.

Young people only know how to chase joys and laughs and enjoy intoxication; adults in their prime wander and feel lonely and sad; the loneliness of old age, the joys and sorrows of life, are all reflected in the sound of rain. Affected by the pain of the country's demise, emotions became numb, and the sound of rain soaked away the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy... And deep inside, there was the sadness of the country's demise.

8. Looking for classical poems about "Listening to the Rain", the more the better

"Slow Voice · Searching and Searching" Li Qingzhao's search and search, deserted and miserable, miserable sad.

It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two bottles of weak wine are no match for him. The wind comes late and the wind blows.

The wild goose is passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The ground is covered with yellow flowers.

Who is worthy of being haggard and damaged now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in the dark?

The sycamore tree is also drizzled, and it is drizzling at dusk. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! Banana Rain Author: Yang Wanli When bananas rain, they are happy, and they make clear and beautiful sounds 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 bananas are happy and sad, but it is not as good as the west wind harvesting but the rain stops immediately. "Night Rain" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The crickets crow in the early morning and then stop, and the remaining lights go out and light up again.

I can hear the rain at night through the window, but the sound of plantain comes first. "The White-haired Man in Shangyang" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty I stayed in an empty room, and the autumn nights were long, and the nights were long and sleepless, and the sky was unknown.

The shadow of Geng Geng is behind the broken lamp, and the sound of dark rain hitting the window is heard. "The Book of Songs·Wind and Rain" The wind and rain are miserable, and the cock crows and crows. Now that I have seen a gentleman, why should I not be barbaric? The wind and rain are blowing, and the rooster crows.

Now that I have seen a gentleman, how can I not be confused? The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless. Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? "Consider Cui Yong and Cui Gun" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is separated by the heavy city.

The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. "First Arrival in Wuyi" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty. Before I arrived at the famous mountains, my dream was new, with thousands of peaks rising from the ground and rugged jade. The wind and rain blew through the Manting Pavilion all night, as if it were washing away the worldly dust with tourists.

"The Five Wonders of Drunk Reading at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. Black clouds rolled over the ink but did not cover the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind comes and blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky.