The Complete Poems and Songs Describing Rain in Ancient Times _ Beautiful Poems

One, seven, eight stars in the sky, two or three rain in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

Second, the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences the rain. -(Southern Song Dynasty? Wen Tianxiang's "Zero Ding Yang")

Third, it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

Fourth, the romantic atmosphere is always blown away by the wind and rain in dance pavilions and song platforms.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) An empty mountain after rain stands in the autumn evening.

Autumn wind, Furong country, Wan Li, the evening in QianRongrong village.

Seven, half ditch spring water and one city flower, misty rain and dark thousand. -(Song Su Shi's "Looking at Jiangnan Transcendental Platform")

Eight, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are rainy.

Nine, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle do not need to be returned. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"

Ten, Haitang looks rouge, independent drizzle. -(Song? Chen "Joan Hinton")

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

Twelve, the dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat.

Thirteen, last night, the wind and rain suddenly started, and I slept soundly without consuming alcohol.

Fourteen, the spring breeze blows, peaches and plums bloom at night, laka leaves fall to the ground, and after the autumn rain.

Fifteen, after the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke. -(Don? Zhang Wei's "County South Pavilion Banquet")

Sixteen, a night of light thunder, light floating tiles uneven.

Seventeen, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle need not be returned.

Eighteen, good rain knows the season, when spring occurs.

Nineteen, Haitang does not hesitate to be beautiful and independent.

Twenty, the spring tide brings rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild.

Twenty-one, the spring tide brings rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild. -(Don? Wei's "Looking at Chuzhou Xixi")

Twenty-two, the moon is hazy, and a pear tree is raining. -(Song Chen Ke's "Bean Leaf Yellow")

Twenty-three, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle do not have to be returned.

24. But now that I think of that night and that storm, I don't know how many flowers were folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Twenty-five, the spring rain is enough, dyeing a stream of new green. -"Golden Gate" by Zhuang five generations ago)

Twenty-six, I suddenly heard the sound of rain beating Xinlian, and my dream was broken. -(Yuan Yingxi Village's Yue Diao Xiao Taohong Linchuan Eight Scenes Lotus Pond Rain)

Twenty-seven, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are rainy. -Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake.

Twenty-eight, clouds like smoke, rain like scattered silk. -(gold? Zhang Xie's Ten Miscellaneous Poems)

Twenty-nine, a wild goose falls into the sky, and the mountains are floating in the rain. -(Qing? Check Shen Xing's "Deng Bao Wu Lou")

Thirty, the sky street is crisp and crisp, and the grass color is near and not far.

Thirty-one, the clothes are wet and the peach blossoms are raining, and the blowing surface is not cold. -(Don? Monk Zhinan's quatrains)

Thirty-two, my clothes are wet, apricot blossoms are raining, and my face is not cold.

33. Is it raining in Weicheng? Light dust, the green willow color of the guest house is new.

Thirty-four, five generations of southern Tang Li? Under the title of Huanxisha, the bluebird doesn't spread the news outside the cloud, and the lilacs are sad in the rain. Looking back, the blue waves are in three places, and the sky is flowing.

Thirty-five, the drizzle fish out, the breeze swallows oblique. -(Don? Du Fu's "Two Water Sills")

Thirty-six, Song, "Remembering the King and": At dusk, the pear blossoms are closed after the rain.

In March and February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the sound of the rules is like rain.

In the Southern Dynasties, there were thirty-eight or four hundred and eighty halls, and many towers were misty and rainy.

Thirty-nine, drizzle fish out, breeze swallows oblique.

Forty, the spring rain broke the bridge, and the boat propped up Liu Yin. -(Song? Xu Fu's Spring Tour on the Lake)

Forty-one, Guo Jing's feelings changed for many years, and suddenly he listened to the spring rain and remembered Jiangnan. -(Yuan? Yu Ji "Listening to the Rain")

Forty-two, anger rushed to the crown, leaning against the fence, and resting in the rain.

Forty-three, autumn wind, Furong Country, Wan Li, Thousand Rongrong Villages at dusk. -(Don? TanYongzhi's "Leave Xiangjiang River in Autumn Rain")

Forty-four, Song Wangzhuo's "Negative Magnolia": Half a wisp of flying clouds, gathering all the wind and rain.

Forty-five, the dark clouds cover the mountains, and the white rain jumps over the boat-(Song? On June 27, Wang Hulou, Su Shi's drunken books)

Forty-six, see you at Xiaoyutang. -(Don? Qiu Si of Dumet)

Forty-seven, seven or eight stars are out of the sky, and it rains in front of the mountain.

Forty-eight, after the rain, the tide brought sand back to the shore.

Forty-nine, butterflies both dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls to cover the yellow rain.

When the clouds begin to sink, it will rain. -(Don? Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City")

Fifty-one, spring rain and flowers, spring flowers move mountains. -"Good Things in Dreams" by Guan)

Fifty-two, late autumn curtain thousand rain, sunset balcony a flute wind.

Fifty-three, seven or eight stars are out of the sky, and it rains in front of the mountain.

54. Much thunder and little rain. -(Ming? Li Panlong's "Yangguangshan Road")

Fifty-five, the small building suddenly sprinkled the sound of the night window, lying and listening to the drizzle, wet and clear. -"Xie's Late Spring in Langtaosha")

Fifty-six, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. -(Song? Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an)

Fifty-seven, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and the grass pond is full of flowers. -(Song? Zhao Shixiu's "About")

Fifty-eight, the rain is urgent and the clouds are low. -(Don? Dai Shulun's Sulingyan Temple)

Fifty-nine, two birds come to occupy bamboo after the rain, and a butterfly looks for flowers in autumn.

Sixty, but don't forget today, the evening smoke and spring rain cross the maple bridge.

Sixty-one, big strings hum like rain, small strings whisper like secrets.

Ancient Aesthetical Poetry _ Aesthetical Poetry

First, elegant brushwork, backyard dust. Then the sky is cloudy, not wandering. Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains have also been Penglai for forty years. Moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.

Second, he and I were drunk, and Peach Blossom flew to Xi and secretly scribbled on your face.

Third, how to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. To this end, I begged the Buddha for 500 years and asked him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree

Fourth, who finally made the string break, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and the trance was blurred.

Fifth, let him be clear and muddy in everything and smile at you.

Six, a thousand years of waiting, but only one sentence: my love has long gone.

Seven, Dan Qing Juan, iron fan white by day, looking at the world of mortals, flowers like bamboo shoots, nights like me.

Eight, I miss you like a candle, frying my heart and holding tears. -Chen's Return of the King

Nine, I am on the other side of the river, the watchman has returned, and there is no hope of returning.

Ten, an inch of acacia, there is no arrangement in the world. -Li Guan's "Dead Hua Lian"

Eleven, falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Work"

After parting, remember to meet each other and dream of being with you several times. -Yan's "Partridge Sky Trilogy One" Jiangnan finally enveloped the world with a misty rain. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Thirteen, my eyes are like mountains, and lang is like a stone Buddha. -Zhu Yizun's "Best of Yuanyang Lake"

Fourteen, who should be robbed by whom, who becomes obsessed.

Fifteen, swing sleeves and play the piano, seven strings are exquisite, reeds are in the boat, and the rain is hazy.

Sixteen, finally covered the world for Jiangnan misty rain. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Seventeen, people feel sentimental and thin, but now they are not sentimental. -Nalanxingde's "Spread the Happy Sand"

Remember that your heart is like the West River, which flows eastward day and night. -Yu's Sorrow and Hope in Jiangling

Nineteen, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's Two Liang Zhu Poems

Looking back, standing on the bridge and looking up, I only saw peach blossoms flying all over the sky.

Twenty-one, once there was a tall building, singing songs at night and dancing sleeves on it.

Twenty-two, give you the tenderness of the whole city, love the displacement of my life.

Twenty-three, when one gets old, one day is not a day, and one autumn rises again. One generation urges the next generation to get together and leave, one is happy and the other is sad, the other is lying on the couch, and the other is looking for a group of acquaintances in life. He will know each other for a while, and he will sing for a while.

Twenty-four, dusk is like smoke, clouds are full of illusions, and carnation sounds like maple bells; Brewmaster, an idle man, gave birth to a poem, let him have a drink. Du Ying Buyi, Lonely Wind and Poetic Moon, Going to Stay, Mei Mei Bird; Gardenia blossoms have soil and flowers, and autumn pools are cold, rainy and old.

25. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.

Twenty-six, the burnt-out elegance, for whom to turn into the other shore flower?

Twenty-seven, also a bowl of ruthless tears, I hate not to meet before scraping. -Su Shi Yi

Twenty-eight, get married and love each other. -Su Wu's "Getting Married"

At the age of 29, he smiled and destroyed himself in the years.

Thirty, I miss plum blossoms all night, and suddenly I suspect that I am a gentleman. -Lutong "Thinking"

3 1. When I meet you, I am destined to be above you. He looks for the green void, below, the yellow spring.

Thirty-two, when crying, Long song, for those promises that can't be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds.

Thirty-three, North City. Looking back, it was amber. Turn for a lifetime.

34. The sound of light and shadow is still cold, and the water is still cold. In my dream, silk and bamboo sang softly. Outside the building, outside the mountain, outside the mountain, outsiders have not returned the geese. Looking back, people who forgot Sichuan and their father were in tears.

Thirty-five, the wind is blowing, the water is full of flowers, and the bell is ringing in the cornice pavilion. Remember when you looked back and smiled, the whole city was fragrant for a hundred days.

Shen Yan, a 36-year-old fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings. -Dai Shulun's acacia.

Thirty-seven, half a paper break, no weight, can bear it. -Sister Chen Pengjie's "Send Two Songs Outside"

Thirty-eight, that's it, mountains and rivers don't meet.

Thirty-nine years have passed, which should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to. -Liu Yong's Lin Yuling

Forty, a peach blossom laughs in the spring breeze, but one is hard to find. Where are you together? How can you be together?

I know that I have been in love for a long time, and I am disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn

Forty-two, look at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is circulating, but it can't hide the mottled fleeting time.

Forty-three, miss the past, prosperous competition.

Forty-four, the rustling flowers fall over the shoulders, the flute sounds over the shoulders, the cold window shadows, the sound of smoke and waves, where is the river?

Forty-five, the night stars are rare, who holds one for me, who leans against the door to be lonely for thousands of years.

Forty-six, use my life's desolation for your life's happiness.

47. The wind and sand are full of eyes that have already been soaked. Why can I still see your face?

Forty-eight, I miss you turning candles, and my tears are like rain. In the past, Tang Yan drifted today.

49, open the HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance. -Introduction to Cao Xueqin's Dream of Red Mansions

Fifty, the fallen petal is independent, and the swift is Qi Fei. -Yan "Two Poems of Linjiang Fairy".

A beautiful poem about rain

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf (Tang Wangwei. "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi")

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. (stone. "Drinking Rain on Lake Chuqing" (two songs)

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. (Tang Meng Haoran. Chunxiao)

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. (Tang Wangwei. An autumn night in the mountains)

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Don Du Fu. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night)

There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. (Tang Wangwei. In the mountains)

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"

Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. -"The Guest" by Song Zhao Shi Xiu

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. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Ocean"

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

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"

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -The quatrains of monks in Zhinan.

Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's "Lake Drinking Rain after the Qing Dynasty"

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. -Tang Hanyu presented eighteen members of the Ministry of Water Resources in early spring.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Jueju, a monk in southern Song Dynasty.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

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. (Don Zhang. Fishing song)

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. (Song Lu, you. 1 1 the storm on the 4th of the month)

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. (Tang Du Mu. Qingming)

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! (Don Wang Changling. Break up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)

Spring Rain Poetry _ Aestheticism Poetry

1. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to belong to Zhang's The Fisherman's Son.

2. If you want to wet your clothes, it will rain with apricot blossoms, and a dark flower will bloom in another village. Monk Zhinan's quatrains

3. Is the Acropolis facing rain? Light dust, the green willow color of the guest house is new. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"

4. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"

5. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. Lu You's The Storm of November 4th

6. Good rain knows the season when spring comes. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

7. The light rain in Tianjie is crisp and crisp, and the grass color is near but not far. Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring.

8. There are seven or eight stars on the horizon, two or three points before the rain, Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"

9. But now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I folded. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn

10. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road are dying. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

1 1. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. The rain after Su Shi drank Chuqing Lake

12. The rain brought by the spring tide came late and quickly, and no one crossed the boat in the wild. Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou