Poems about spring rain?

The hazy mountains presented a rare sight in the rain and fog.

The gale before the storm.

After the rain, the blue clouds dispersed.

When will I hear your voice again, all night in the rain?

Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain

The heavy rain fell on you Yan.

White rain and beads jumped into the boat.

A rainy season

But now I remember that night, that storm.

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.

There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain.

It's freezing and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and Chushan is quiet.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.

Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.

Rain or shine, I will realize my wish.

Cold and sad. For the pavilion, it was late and the shower began to rest.

The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning against the railing to rest the drizzle.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Green bamboo hat, green clothes, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.

The lamp on the bead curtain shook my lonely heart and went home. There were two red mansions facing the cold and hiding in the rain.

The small building listens to the spring rain, and the Ming Dynasty sells apricot flowers.

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Weicheng rainy city is clear of dust, and the guest house is green and willow.

Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; It rained when I thought of it today.

Hi Gu Feng, it's cloudy and rainy.

Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.

In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.

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

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

Yu Meiren? Listen to the rain.

Jie Jiang

Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,

The red candle is weak.

In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,

Jiang Kuoyun's Wild Goose is called West Wind.

Now listen to the rain monk,

The temple is full of stars.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,

Go ahead of the next step drop by drop until dawn.

Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.

Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low.

After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.

There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. How many towers were there in the misty rain?

It was windy and rainy last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and red.

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

Sycamore tree, night rain. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. .

Thunder bursts in winter and rain and snow fall in summer.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.

Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.

In Huangmei season, frogs are everywhere in the pond with rain and grass.

Tears fell from her sad white face, and pear blossoms brought spring rain.

Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's Little Crimson Lips

Pink butterflies both dance over the threshold, and curtains are rolled up later in the day to drive away the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"