A sentence describing the moon coming out after the rain does not require poetry. It’s best to write as carefully as possible, and it’s best to have a good paragraph.

It rained lightly in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still very slippery. The autumn crops in the fields have been washed green and crystal clear by the rain, and there is a sense of freshness in the air. Moist scent. The heavy rain soon stopped, because it is sandy land, and once the rain stops, the road can be pedestrianized. I ran to the village and looked around, and saw a rainbow hanging in the sky, so beautiful. The water gurgled everywhere, and the sounds of frogs in the distance blended together. 35 Composition Network After the rain, the sky cleared, and the sun showed its smiling face. A beautiful rainbow built a beautiful bridge over the grassland. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"

The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling. ――――Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"

The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. ――――Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there are many towers in the mist and rain. ――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"

Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fell into sleep. ―――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, two or three spots of rain are falling in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

A storm comes at night Sound, you know how many flowers have fallen. ――――Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

The water is bright and sunny, but the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. ――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and the Later Rain on the Lake"

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain is beating the pings――――Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

Kongshan Xin After the rain, the weather comes late in autumn————(Wang Wei: "Dwelling in the Mountains in Autumn")

There is no rain on the mountain roads, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountains")

It’s cold and rainy night in Wu, and I’m seeing off my guest from Chushan in the bright light————(Wang Changling: “Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower”)

The sound of wind and rain at night is known by the falling flowers. How many. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes. (Wang Wei: "Dwelling in the Mountains in Autumn")

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain")

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. (Du Mu: "Qingming")

The river is raining and the river is full of grass

The mountains are empty and the rain is strange

The rain is coming and the wind is filling the building

After the rain, the sky is blue and the clouds are broken

But when it rains at night in Bashan

Lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain

Heavy rain falls on Youyan

White raindrops jumped into the boat

A good rain knows the season

The sound of wind and rain at night

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.

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The fallen flower man is independent, and the light swift swallows fly together.

Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three o'clock rain is in front of the mountain.

The cold rain comes to Wu at night, and the guests are seen off at dawn. Chushan Gu.

The clouds are green and ready to rain, and the water is sluggish and smoke

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and it is sunny but sunny

One The mist and rain will last my whole life

There will be neither wind nor rain nor sunshine

The chill of the cicadas is desolate. Facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside

On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain.

I was so angry that I leaned against the railing and the rain stopped.

It was already dusk and I was alone and worried, and it was even more windy and rainy.

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle

The red building faces each other across the rain, the cold beads and foil floating lanterns return alone

A night in the small building Listening to the spring rain in the deep alleys, selling apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty

You asked about the return date, but the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

In the morning rain in Weicheng, the dust is clear, and the guest house is green and the willows are new

In the past, I went there, and the willows clung to me; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling

Xi Xixi The valley wind brings clouds and rain

I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier comes to my dream

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not close

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty

In late autumn, thousands of families are raining, and the sunset is blowing in the wind on the balcony

The water is clear and the mountains are empty. The rain is also strange

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.

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Jiang Jie

The young man listens to Yuge upstairs,

The red candle dims the tent .

A man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat,

The vast clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling the west wind.

Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut,

There are stars on my temples.

Sorrows, joys and sorrows are always ruthless,

One step at a time until dawn.

The only thing I can't forget is the past and present. The dusk mist and spring rain are crossing the maple bridge.

The rain is strong and the wind is good and evil, but don’t be tired of the thatched cottage being low.

The grass is fragrant after the rain and the sun is setting, and the apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallow mud is fragrant.

In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasty, many towers were in the mist and rain.

It was windy and rainy last night. Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green manure and red skin.

The sycamore tree is also drizzled, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how can one, the word "sorrow" be so good?

The sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night. If you don't know how to be separated from your love, you will suffer. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.

The spring tide brings rain late and comes quickly, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.

The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. .

Winter thunder bursts, summer rain (Yin Yu, the word is this) snow

Rain and wind blow wildly at the end of March, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.

Happy spring is gone, and it will rain at some time.

I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain.

Drop the curtains, and the two swallows return in the drizzle.

In the yellow plum season, it rains every time, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy ponds?6?1?6?1?6?1?6?1

The jade face is lonely and the tears flow down the stem, and the pear blossom is a spring belt Rain

The rain hates the clouds and is sad, but Jiangnan is still called a beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips"

Pink butterflies dance across the threshold in pairs, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening. ——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"

Yulin Ling

The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair.

Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival.

Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.

The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

If you ask me how much leisure time I have. Yichuan Tobacco fills the city. Plum yellow Shiyu. .

The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches

The spring is full of beauty, and everything is shining ------- ---An ancient Chinese Yuefu poem "Long Song Xing"

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors--------"Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang of Tang Dynasty

< p>The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is the willows that fill the imperial capital - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water"

Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. -----------"Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

It is easy to recognize the east wind, and spring is always bright and colorful----Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty "Spring Day"

The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face without chilling. ---------- "Quequatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty

Chaos The flowers gradually become more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. ――――Bai Juyi 〈〈Spring Tour in Qiantang Lake〉〉

The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. ―――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"

The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. ――――Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"