Poems about rainstorms

1. In the Song Dynasty, Su Daoshu repeatedly published: The scorching sun turned into rain overnight, and the dream returned to cool and moisten the skirt. Don't worry about the bed leaking wet, like the depth of the stream. Thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, and the leaves of Wu Gengtong are the best sounds. There is nothing like dancing, let alone looking forward to the New Year on the field.

Interpretation: overnight, the long-awaited rain suddenly began to fall in the clear sky under the scorching sun; Wake up in sleep, only feel comfortable and cool. I'm not worried about the house leaking rain and getting wet in my bed; I'm just glad that the stream is full of rain and I don't have to worry about drought anymore.

I think, for thousands of miles in Ye Ping, the rice that has drunk enough water must be green; So I feel that the rain is hitting the buttonwood in Wugeng, which is so beautiful. People like me who have no land are still rejoicing, not to mention how happy the farmers in the fields are and pray for a bumper harvest.

2. Liu Ji's "Heavy Rain on May 19th" in the Ming Dynasty: The wind drove the torrential rain over the high city, and the clouds were as light as thunder. I don't know where the dragon went after the rain, and a pool of grass was full of frogs.

Interpretation: The strong wind drove the showers to the high city and dumped them, with dark clouds and thunder rumbling. After a while, the dragon making clouds and rain left with thunder and dark clouds. What appeared before his eyes was an overflowing pond, green grass dripping and frogs singing in unison.

3. Li Shangyin's Notes to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night in the Tang Dynasty: You ask you to return, and the rain rises in the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Interpretation: When you ask about the date of return, it is hard to say clearly. Bashan was flooded with rain all night, and the autumn pool was full. When to go home, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face what it's like to rain late.

4, the five generations of Li Zhi's "Waves of sand make the rain outside the curtain": the rain outside the curtain, the spring is bleak. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Interpretation: The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring will be strong and weak. Luo Zhi's brocade quilt can't stand the cold of the fifth watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.

When the sun sets alone, leaning against the railing of a tall building and looking into the distance, my heart will be filled with infinite sadness because I think of the infinite mountains and rivers I had in the past. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again. Like red flowers falling from the lost river, they go back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.

5. Song Jie Jiang's Young Beauty Listening to the Rain: Young people listen to the rain in the Song Building. 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.

Interpretation: When I was young, listening to the rain on the rostrum, the red candle lit up, and under the dim light, the account was bright. 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.