Poems about rainy days and cold weather

A poem about the cold after rain 1. What poems describe "cool after rain"?

1, Su Shi, a poet in Song Dynasty, wrote two poems about drinking rain on Lake Chuqing (Part Two)

Original text:

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

On a sunny day, the West Lake is rippling with water waves. In the sunshine, radiant, beautiful. When it rains, the distant mountains are shrouded in misty rain, and their eyes are confused. The hazy scenery is also beautiful. If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a beauty, then whether it is light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always set off her natural beauty and charming charm.

2. On the Top of a Hong Yu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, Fang Gan.

Original text:

Rock slides and flowers are as clear as rain, and forest leaves hinder day and summer.

The mountains are all overlapping, and we don't remember the heights all the way.

The weather cleared up after the rain and the forest suddenly felt cool. The mountains spread out layer by layer and the roads were rugged.

3. On June 30th, Shuiting sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county (Detan word), a poet of the Tang Dynasty, Cen Can.

Original text:

Lotus leaf fish boat, rattan flower hairpin.

The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze.

Fish is hidden under the lotus leaf, and wisteria is hidden under the chopsticks of the guests. Canyun accepted the heat of summer, and a rain brought the coolness of autumn.

4. "Autumn Window Storm of the Next Generation" Qing: Cao Xueqin

Original text:

Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long.

I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain!

How fast does the autumn wind and rain come? Breaking the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.

I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.

Tears and candles shake Ruo's short hair, which makes you feel sad and disgusted.

Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain?

Luozhou can't resist the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent.

Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears.

The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.

I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.

Flowers and plants wither in autumn, and the dim light makes the autumn night look longer. I already feel that there are endless autumn colors outside the window. How can I endure the wind and rain in autumn to make autumn more desolate? How quickly the autumn wind and rain came, shocked the green in my dream. I can't sleep with the sadness of autumn. I move the tearful candle to the screen. The flickering candle lit the short-handled lampstand, which affected the mood of sadness and parting.

Whose yard is not attacked by autumn wind, and it doesn't rain outside the window in autumn? Silk can't resist the force of autumn wind, and autumn night will leak more rain and urge more urgent rain. The autumn rain that lasted all night seemed to be crying with someone who was about to leave. The yard is more depressed under the fog of autumn rain, and water drops drip from time to time on the sparse bamboo leaves outside the window. I don't know when the wind and rain will stop, tears have wet the window screen.

5. "On the Way to Qiupu" Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu

Original text:

Under the mountain, the autumn rain is continuous, and the intermittent wind is blowing by the stream of Puwei grass.

Ask Hongyan, who just came to Hansa's house, when did she pass by my hometown Ling Du?

The rustling autumn rain falls on the mountain road, and the intermittent stream wind blows the reeds on the bank of the stream. Let me ask the goose who just settled in Lufthansa. Did you pass by my hometown Ling Du when you came?

2. What are the poems describing wind, rain and cold?

The autumn wind broke the hut.

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!

There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

3. What are the sentences that describe the cold in rainy days?

Rain brought its good friends and made us feel their sincerity, even colder.

On a cold winter night, the Hao Han bird gave a miserable cry and called for its friend, so it rained cats and dogs. On a cold winter morning after the rain, my brother hid under the covers and refused to get up.

After the rain, an overwhelming cold current hit, making Beijing's winter even colder. The weather is cold and rainy, so students should wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold and getting sick.

It turned cold immediately after the rain. It's cold in rainy days, but to me, it's like you suddenly have a warm glass of milk in a cold winter. On rainy days, when I woke up, I found an umbrella on my head, and there was sunshine at the foot of the bed, which was not dazzling but full of warmth.

The winter climate in the north is cold, sometimes windy and sometimes rainy, so cold that I don't want to go out at all. When winter comes, rainy days are cold, just like Genghis Khan's Mongolian cavalry marching into Ma Pingchuan.

Shanghai, which just rained, suddenly turned into winter, and it was super cold. The cold winter is even worse because of the rain.

It's raining and it's really cold. I don't want to go out or move. I just want to barbecue with the heat on. I don't like the cold and wet feeling.

You hold up an umbrella for me in rainy days. You saw me shivering and put on my coat. It's so cold on rainy days that people outside are shivering with cold and dragging their noses.

4. Poems describing cold weather are quick.

It's raining and snowing, so I can see it is disappearing: the appearance of snow; When I said it, I was still "on cloud nine". The heat of the sun says: auxiliary words have no substantive meaning. The cold wind in The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong destroyed trees and caused severe frost. Lan Han Yuefu's ancient poem "The Ancient Poetry is Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" was sad at the end of the year, and it was snowing in the sun. The eyes are quiet and sad: cold and cold. Xie Daowen's poem "Ode to Snow" says: "What is snow like? The difference in air when salt is sprinkled is unimaginable. If the catkins are not due to the wind. " The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad: the north wind is strong and fierce. Sad, sad. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun's "Year of the Year" surprised the bamboo and the wind, and the snow covered the mountains. It is suspected that flowers bloomed in the forest last night: snowflakes fell into the courtyard. Tang Song Wen Zhi's Coping with Snow in the Garden was swallowed up by the sound of water and ice, while the sand road was flat. Liu Changqing's "Appreciating the Bitterness and Cold of Zhang Xia on the Way to Visit the State on a Snowy Night" shows the path of the green vine and the snow peak is clear. The ground of Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to Laoshan is white and cold, and the snowflake is as big as that of Tang Li Bai's Mock. Blowing down XuanYuanTai one after another: According to legend, the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou. Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds and dusk, and the snow dance is empty: a whirlwind. Tang Du Fu's Snow is full of frost, and his fingers can't be straight: his fingers are stiff. Tang Du Fu's From Beijing to Fengxian is full of clouds and gull dance. Storm clouds: Tang Du Fu's nostalgia for the past in Gongan County is scattered on the bamboo in the sunset, and the residual snow is scattered in the mountains. Cut and carve a pile of snow on the flat ground into two pieces of Li Hua's Korean "Son of Uncle Bi, Qian Yuan, Foreign Ambassador of Yuan Dynasty" (film) Yu's "When the land competes for luxury in spring, the Luo Yang Garden is particularly competitive. An old man is fishing in a cold river —— Snow Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue is not cold in severe winter, why is it cold in spring? It looks bleak. Tang Luwen's "Zuo Ting of Pujinguan River" is blue in the cold, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There was no crack in the thick ice, and soon the cold light called: the wind roared. Jiao's "Fu of Bitterness and Cold" only says that the ridge is like a cloud, which has shaken the rocks. Sit and watch the bamboo turn into six branches: snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called six snowflakes. Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are like white jade because of snow cover. Tang Gao knows the heavy snow at night and smells the sound of bamboo folding. Tang Juyi's Snow at Night: "I was shocked that my pillow was cold and I saw the window bright." I know the heavy snow at night, but I hear the sound of folding. "I am more eager to swallow the cold: the spring water is not flowing smoothly because of freezing, which is described by sobs. I am eager to swallow the cold when I sing: "all the springs are frozen, but I am more eager to swallow the cold." I leaned against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, but I didn't feel covered with snow. "After the war, I lost three million Yulong, broken bones flying all over the sky. I described flying snow. Broken bones describe snowflakes flying like scales.