Poetic misty rain poems in the south of the Yangtze River

Jiangnan misty rain poems are as follows:

1, Early Spring, Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department, Part I, Tang Hanyu.

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

It is drizzling in the streets of Beijing. The rain in Mao Mao is as delicate and moist as milk. The grass drills out of the ground, and the colors of the grass are faintly connected from a distance, but it looks sparse and sporadic when you look closely. The most beautiful scenery in a year is this early spring scenery, far better than the late spring in Lvyang City.

2, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

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

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Good rain seems to have picked a season, and spring is coming when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright. When the morning comes, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.

3, "Lin' an Spring Rain" Song Luyou.

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.

4, "Spring Rain" Tang Li Shangyin.

When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go.

There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.

The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams.

Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.

During the Spring Festival, I was bedridden in a white coat. No one cares about the white door of the tryst, and my heart is melancholy. Staring at the red chamber in the rain, I feel cold and lonely; Pearl foil raindrops play lanterns and return alone. You're far away, so it should be more sad last Spring Festival Gala? Only the night can meet in the dream, vaguely vague. The earrings and love letters are all ready. How to send them? I only wish the swan goose could fly in the sky of Wan Li.