Poems suitable for rainy days

Everyone has experienced rainy days. What kind of mood do you have when it rains? Is it sad, irritable or romantic? Let's take a look at autumn in the eyes of poets! The following poems are all suitable for rainy days. I hope you like them.

This poem 1, which is suitable for rainy days, looks empty in the attic outside the wall, and the season is like spring and autumn in Xia Dong.

The old friend returned unconsciously and disappeared in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the misty rain in the alleys of the south of the Yangtze River, the oil umbrella stone bridge stands alone.

There are no people with red leaves and white walls, and in a blink of an eye, the lake is already gloomy.

South of the Yangtze River, the bridge is in the center. Looking back, no one is coming and going!

The rain is long, and I want to be disappointed. The past has faded!

The scenery is beautiful, so what. I don't know where he is

Look at the newcomers in the ancient town. It keeps raining.

I don't know where to go, but there is only one shadow on the bridge.

A smoke rain town and a wisp of sorrow,

Two lovesickness letters are hard to find.

Every day, I miss you as rain.

Water drops fall into the stream.

The old lane in the south building is empty and secluded, and the red maple and green trees do not know autumn.

In the world for 30 years, it is difficult to drown my sorrows by drinking alone.

It is raining at dusk in the south of the Yangtze River, and the paper umbrella is waiting for Chiayi to return.

Water mist fence, I don't know who the old friend is by the bridge.

The spring rain in the ancient city sprinkled the small building, and the tourists just crossed the bridge.

The lake on the bridge is picturesque, and the red flowers on the wall enter the wall.

Poetry and painting appear in the rain, why the beautiful scenery has been broken.

In retrospect, it's hard to see where I came from, and my heart has no shore since then.

The battlefield at the meeting is gone forever. Misty rain befalls Jiang Nanan.

What people do in the world is ridiculous. The ancients smiled and returned.

The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,

The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.

The biggest advantage is that one spring,

It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.

Poems suitable for rainy days II. The falling water on the small bridge is accompanied by deep drizzle.

Human accidents have all been tasted, and people who know that they have no results talk lightly.

Walking alone in the rain on the bridge of Memory Road.

The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is a good scenery, but it is not a picture in memory.

The rain sounds like a guzheng, and the bridge steps are empty.

Walking alone with an oil umbrella, half your life's money is wasted.

Sadly, life is fast and hasty, and the dream of solo in Jiangnan becomes empty.

Tourists on the lake quietly look back on the good scenery.

Blue waves flow from west to east, when will they return to the west to stay for years?

The long misty rain is full of tears, leaving a name on earth.

There is no sadness in boredom, only the soul is left after a hundred years.

Jiangnan is foggy, rainy and foggy.

In the hazy fog, the flowers are exquisite.

The bridge next to Linglong Flower is independent,

The pavilion next to it was painted as a curtain.

The world is as melancholy as water, and adding water to the rain is even more worrying.

Laugh at all kinds of things in the world, and no one will stay in the afterlife.

The rain in the alleys of the south of the Yangtze River has never stopped, just like the homesickness in my heart.

Being a stranger for ten years, I have forgotten the way home.

A dashing gentleman walks in the rain, walking alone on a stone bridge with an oil umbrella!

Red leaves and green water are still there today, only you can listen to your own heart! Jiangnan ancient town, picturesque, vulgar with the river.

This scene should be accompanied by beautiful women, but not alone.

Shiqiao Yu Yan Jiangnan Pavilion

Ghost Street in Dulan Ancient Town

Worry about empty lanes and complain about depression.

What is a sansheng oil-paper umbrella?

When I was a child, I stepped on the bridge to find someone. Today, I shed tears and no one heard me.

Looking at the picturesque scenery, there is no confidant in the lonely bridge!

How peaceful it is to go home after a heavy rain without an umbrella and let it rain.

I treat the world with kindness and purity. Why should I bully the world? Twenty years in a hurry,

Enter the world of mortals, move the true feelings, know mediocrity and homelessness, and speak lightly.