Ancient poems about poverty alleviation

Poem title: Staying in Zhiyu Hall on August 22, cool after the rain?

Category: Seven-character quatrains Author: Fan Chengda?

The rain makes the clouds darken and the sunset fills the courtyard with the fragrance of flowers.

Writing poems and pens under the north window, repaying the cold with this time.

Poem title: Watching the Evening Rain in August Category: Seven-Character Quatrains

Author: Xu Ning?

On the 15th night of August this year, the cold rain could not be heard.

Wherever the snow is as practiced, Wushan crosses the water and there are thousands of clouds.

Other ancient poems about poverty alleviation

Poetry title: Happy rain on August 5th, written on the balcony at the beginning of the month

Category: Seven-character poem?

Author: Yang Weizhen?

I knocked on the door and walked past Taishi's house, but I dragged my stick to the first balcony.

Thunder rises from the bottom of Gexian Well, and rain comes from Huangfei Pagoda.

The officers and soldiers reported good news on the copper thallium road, and the mountain people had diarrhea in the white snail cup. ?

Who knows that poetry is good? Shandong Li Xunjin is talented.

Poetry name: Plantain Rain?

Category: Others Author: Yang Wanli?

Bajiao is happy when it rains, and makes a clearer and more beautiful sound all night long.

The soft voice is as clever as a fly touching paper, and the loud voice is as loud as a mountain falling from a spring.

You can listen to it at three o'clock and five o'clock, and the silence of the autumn evening will not be heard.

It is better for the bananas to be happy than to be happy and to worry about others. It is not as good as when the west wind collects and the rain stops.

Poetry title: A sudden cool breeze on August 1st

Category: Seven-Character Ancient Poetry Author: Lu You

Who knows if I am sweating, soaked in clothes and gasping for breath? Such a happy wind!

The new coolness suddenly disappears from the world, and the remaining summer heat is really wiped out.

Just as a light thunder passed through Linwu, the rain had already blown to the curtains.

Youren has recovered from his illness and has nothing to do. He is left to write poems and enjoy his good years.