Xixi's kind words about sunny and rainy days.

1. Reading and understanding "Clear Rain in Xixi" Yu Dafu's "Clear Rain in Xixi" Author: The northwest wind of Yu Dafu hasn't started yet, and crabs haven't gained weight yet. I know that reed flowers are still not white. Two weeks ago, Yuan Ning came to the West Lake and said that he was a little disappointed because the lakes and mountains were too neat, too small and tasteless. He initiated a project, one of the original Xixi. It happened that it rained lightly again the next day, so Zhang, the owner of Qiuyuan, and I asked Xixi to rain lightly and taught Yuan Ning to introduce the wild interest by the West Lake.

Colorless is a gray desert. The wet wind is blowing, a little cold and a little fragrant. The fragrance is the smell of weeds and flowers. Pass by Fangjing, and naturally get off to see the tomb of the holy Catholic monk.

Looking through the tomb door, it's just a dark and cold hole. I can't see anything, but I smell a moldy Yin Qi in my nose. I lifted my nose twice and shrugged my shoulders. Everyone said it was a pity that I forgot to bring my flashlight, but subconsciously, I naturally felt a sense of terror, anxiety and retreat, and did evil there until I reached the stream of Huawu and walked into the quiet Lotus Temple (? ) Tang went to sit down and drank two bowls of green tea, and these strange things were washed out.

Visiting Xixi, I got off the boat from Songyuan, brought a wine box to cook, and slowly shook it to the west to be authentic. Sitting in a car as high as ours and flying by in ancient times, Dongyue, a passenger who has to walk hundreds of miles an hour, is finally a thankless common thing, but common things are also common benefits. If you sit in the car seat and look west and north until Huzhou, you will see a group of ethereal and bright people shrouded in a pale green and gloomy sloping sea; There is no water, no mountains, and of course there is no one in the middle, but it is endless and green, far from the shore, and there is no big slope in rural villages. This is the advantage of the scenery along the mountain avenue after Taiting Mountain until you stay, especially in the late spring or autumn when the rain is hazy and the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River.

From leaving the ship, it circled and twisted, all the way to the west and north, only hovering in the shallow waters of Lu Hua; Round bridge huts and mulberry flowers are local scenery, which is not enough; The weirdest thing is that all the green hills on the lake are left behind. Unconsciously, they will suddenly move in front of you, nod to you and say goodbye in a hurry. The girl rocking the boat is always a landscape of Xixi; One is paddling at the stern, and the other is paddling at the bow. The body stretches forward, and the water waves and paddles rise and fall harmoniously, forming a big, round and curved soft tune: when visitors come here, they will naturally think of the leisure of Slender West Lake and the singing of bamboo songs, as well as the one that Yuan Ning found in Yiyue Temple for the Elderly yesterday.

After that, I went to Jiao Lu 'an, and I went to buy the building. Because it was in the rain, I didn't feel much interest in the end. But this day came back late. When chatting in the lakeside restaurant, Yuan Ning solemnly said, "Today's Xixi is three times better than yesterday's West Lake." The day before yesterday was a holiday, the weather was warm and sunny, and I also saw the news that reeds were in full bloom in the newspaper. At sunset in the afternoon, Lao Long and his wife made an appointment to go to Xixi again. It was a little late when they arrived, so they only stayed in Qiuxue Temple for half a day.

A piece of setting sun, reflected on the high head of shallow Zhu, flowers did not bloom, leaves did not fall, there was no autumn, let alone snow. It's just a mighty, high-spirited, muddled thing, and the hole penetrates my intestines. The old monk lost face, burned his face, made tea and even brought wine. Finally, he took out paper and ink. Let's look at the North Peak in the shadow of the sun. The old monk smiled and said, "It's always in the middle of October in the lunar calendar; It would be better if there was a moon. " Later, he also made an exchange, asking us to play again then. He should prepare some exquisite snacks and chats as the finishing touch, but he must write today. Lao Long wrote fourteen words, "One sword crosses six rivers, and thousands of households are haggard and cry three times." I also echoed and copied a couplet I didn't know where I had seen: "Spring dreams sometimes come to my pillow."

Drunk, I went downstairs, and there was evening smoke in the river. It was all dark in the middle of the boat, and the dragon lady was soaring. I don't know where to find a flute to play. "Its voice moans, looks like resentment, looks like crying, looks like resentment, and the rest curls like wisps", which is a bit like looking forward to a night trip to Chibi with Dongpo in July.

2. After watching the sunny rain in Xixi, watch the sunny rain in Xixi.

Yu Dafu's Xixi Rain

The northwest wind hasn't started yet, and the crabs haven't gained weight. I used to know that reed flowers were not white. Two weeks ago, Yuan Ning came to see the West Lake and said that he was a little disappointed because the lakes and mountains were too neat, too small and the taste was not good enough. On a program he founded, there was an original Xixi. It happened that it rained lightly again the next day, so Zhang, the owner of Qiuyuan, and I asked Xixi to rain lightly and taught Yuan Ning to introduce the wild interest by the West Lake.

The sky is a gloomy desert layer, wet wind blowing, a little cold, with fragrant weeds and flowers. Pass by Fangjing, and naturally get off to see the tomb of the holy Catholic monk. Looking through the tomb door, it's just a dark and cold hole. I can't see anything, but I smell a moldy Yin Qi in my nose.

I lifted my nose twice and shrugged my shoulders. Everyone said, it's a pity that I forgot to bring my flashlight. But subconsciously, I naturally have a feeling of terror, anxiety and retreat. I did evil there until I came to Huawu Creek, sat in a quiet lotus pond with bright windows and drank two bowls of green tea. These strange things have been washed away.

Visiting Xixi, I got off the boat from Songyuan, brought a wine box to cook, and slowly shook it to the west to be authentic. Passengers as tall as us, flying over Gudang and Dongyue by bus, walking hundreds of miles an hour, are all vulgar in the end, but vulgar things also have vulgar benefits. If you sit in the car seat and look west and north until Huzhou, you will see a group of empty lights, shrouded in a pale green and gloomy sloping sea; There is no water, no mountains, and of course there is no one in the middle, but it is endless and green, far from the shore, and there is no big slope in rural villages. This is the advantage of the scenery along the mountain avenue after Taiting Mountain until you stay, especially in the late spring or autumn when the rain is hazy and the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River.

From leaving the ship, it circled and twisted, all the way to the west and north, only hovering in the shallow waters of Lu Hua; Round bridge huts and mulberry flowers are local scenery, which is not enough; The weirdest thing is that all the green hills on the lake are left behind. Unconsciously, they will suddenly move in front of you, nod to you and say goodbye in a hurry.

The girl rocking the boat is just a sight of Xixi; One is paddling at the stern, and the other is paddling at the bow. The body stretches forward, and the water waves and paddles rise and fall harmoniously, forming a big, round and curved soft tune: when tourists come here, they will naturally think of the leisure of the Slender West Lake and bamboo songs. Yesterday, Yuan Ning got this branch in the Moon Temple for the Elderly in Yiyuan Garden.

After that, I went to Jiao Lu 'an, and I went to buy the building. Because it was in the rain, I didn't feel much interest in the end. But this day came back late. When chatting in the lakeside restaurant, Yuan Ning solemnly said, "Today's Xixi is three times better than yesterday's West Lake."

Holidays are warm and sunny. I have read the news that reeds are in full bloom in the newspaper. At sunset in the afternoon, Lao Long and his wife made an appointment to go to Xixi again. It was a little late when they arrived, so they only stayed in Qiuxue Temple for half a day. A piece of setting sun, reflected on the high head of shallow Zhu, flowers have not yet bloomed, leaves have not fallen, there is no autumn, let alone snow. It's just a vast mystery, floating and drifting, penetrating our intestines. Wu Xiang, an old monk, cooked noodles, made tea and even brought wine. Finally, he took out paper and ink. Let's look at the North Peak in the shadow of the sun, look at the reeds beside buddhist nun, and ask Wu Xiang, when did the flowers turn white? With a slow Chu accent, the old monk smiled and said, "It's always in the middle of October in the lunar calendar; It would be better if there was a moon. " Later, he also made an exchange, asking us to play again then. He should prepare some exquisite snacks and chats as the finishing touch, but he must write today. Lao Long wrote fourteen words, "One sword crosses six rivers, and thousands of households are haggard and cry three times." I also echoed and copied a couplet I didn't know where I had seen: "Spring dreams sometimes come to my pillow."

Drunk, I went downstairs, and there was evening smoke in the river. It was dark in the middle of the boat, and the dragon lady was in high spirits. I don't know where to go, so I take out a flute and play. "Its sound is like mourning, like complaining, like crying, like complaining, and the lingering sound is like a wisp", which is really a bit like a night tour of Chibi with Dongpo in July.

3. Shan Yu's good words, good sentences and good words: dazzling songs, quiet and elegant, erratic, fantastic and fresh, light and wonderful, extremely fluttering, dripping with water, forgetting to sing, pouring joy, and crisp and concise aftertaste.

Good sentence: 1 In the rain, all colors melt in the water green, dazzling and transparent. This fresh green imitation blows in the rain and fog, flows into my eyes and into my heart.

Like a song without words, it magically rises from all directions and gradually becomes clear and loud, from far and near, from far and near. ...

In the sound of rain, every rock, leaf and grass in the mountain has become a wonderful piano key.

The wind also held its breath, and the mountain suddenly became very quiet.

In the sound of rain, every rock, leaf and grass in the mountain has become a wonderful piano key. The fluttering rain is countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one elegant ditty after another, and each note is full of fantastic colors.

4. A good word for rain Wei's "Seclusion": Although you are different, you have a camp when you are away from home.

There is nothing to pull, so this seclusion. Rainy night is coming, I wonder if spring grass will grow.

The green hills are breaking dawn, and birds are singing in the house. Sometimes I make dolls with Taoist priests or walk with firewood. Since the Ann Jian bad, this person is bo Rong Shi.

Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": 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.

Bai Juyi's Shang Yang White-Haired Man: "Worrying about the shadow behind the lamp, rustling the sound of dark rain hitting the window" (excerpt) Jiang Kui's "Calm down and see the movement, don't want to go": I don't want to listen to the orchestral when I am old, and I can't drink when I am sick. Life is alive, and it is rare to encounter good rain before the summer heat this autumn; When enjoying the cool, please let me stay at home with a warm pillow.

Su Shi's Ding Fengbo: If you don't listen to the leaves beating in the Woods, why not sing and walk slowly? Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The cold spring breeze woke me up, and the weather was a little cold, but the mountains caught my eye with oblique photos. Looking back at the bleak land, there is no wind, no rain and no eyes.

(My favorite, hehe) Listening to the rain in Fang Yue: Zhu Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in his dreams. Opposite the lonely mountain, idle birds don't guess.

Wei's Xixi Chuzhou: I pity the grass alone, and there are orioles singing in the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

Wang Zao's "Two Stories about Things" (1): Swallows will whisper in summer, and the green locust garden will not be overcast. No one saw the rain in the west window, and the banana was just a few feet away.

Wentong's "After the Rain in Beizhai": After the rain, two birds come to occupy bamboo, and in autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers. Zheng Wenbao's Liu Zhi Ci: Pavilion painting is a spring pool until pedestrians are half drunk; Regardless of the misty rain, I will hate Jiangnan.

Xu Fuchun visits the lake: When will the swallows return? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.

Weng Juan's "April in the Country": The mountains and rivers are covered with white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

Zhao Shixiu's Guest: It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.

(Aesthetic Artistic Conception) Wang Changling's "The Farewell of Furong Inn and Xin Jian": It is cold and rainy at night, seeing off guests in Chushan. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

The article's "More Leakage": Indus, the rain in the middle of the night, is the pain of love that never gives up. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion: Swallows don't come back late in spring, and a misty rain chilled apricot flowers. Li Shangyin: You asked me that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.

(Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao) 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet. There is no need to go back to the green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber. (Zhang: "Fishing Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

(Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. On a cold rainy night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone.

(Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

(Su Shi: Drinking the rain after the Qing Dynasty on the lake) Green bamboo hats and green hemp fiber, no need to return the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot flowers are wet and rainy, blowing cold willows. -the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow.

-Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream.

-Lu You's "The Wind and Rain on November 4" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken.

-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day flies like a dream, and the drizzle is as fine as sorrow.

-Qin Song Guan's "Cold House in the Desert of Huanxisha" is coming, and the cock crows. If you meet a gentleman, you don't have to worry about it? The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window.

Why not be embarrassed when you meet a gentleman? The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman? -The book of songs "Wind and Rain" is evil! I want to know you and live a long life.

There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you! -Erhan Yuefu's "Shang Xie" all the way to the Altair, Hehan female. Skillful hands, make a loom.

Tears fall like rain all day long; The river is clear and shallow, how much is the difference! Between water and water, there are no words. -Erhan Yuefu's "All the Way to the Altair" followed by * * *, and once resigned.

Water is injected to the east, and there is no turning back to the west. The rainy night falls on the empty steps, and the light of dawn leaves the room in the dark.

I don't drink when I'm sad. When can I be together? -Northern and Southern Dynasties He Xun's "Leaving Sorrow at Night" is puzzling and walks alone for thousands of miles. It rained black in the river, and the waves and Whitestorm began to rise.

-Northern and Southern Dynasties, He Xun, he stared at the desolate moon in the temporary palace, and he heard the bell in the evening rain, cutting his chest. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow, Cao Qinghu, Wan Li, and Huang Meiyu walked alone.

I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha" The wind returns to the clouds and breaks through the rain, and the lake is warm again.

Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff.

It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Early Spring in the South Lake", the big strings are like rain, and the small strings are light and dense.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Preface to Pipa" Hongbanjiang Bridge green wine flag, when the pavilion is warm and the sun is slanting.

Poor rain stops the east wind, and thousands of trees hang down separately. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Yang Liuzhi" cried early and rested, and the residual lights went out.

Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Rain at Night" Badong sailed to Brazil, and the waves washed out the wind and rain.

Polygonum hydropiper is cold and red, and Gracilaria leaves are blue and sad. -Tang Baijuyi's "Zhuzhici" stays in an empty room, and the autumn night is long and long.

5. Good words and phrases about rain

Lightning, thunder, muffled thunder, low thunder, rolling thunderbolt, thunderbolt, thunderbolt, thunderbolt, thunderbolt, thunderbolt, thunderbolt, thunderbolt, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain, heavy rain curtain hanging like a dragon.

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Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.

Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.

The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like a line running towards vegetation and walls.

When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.

Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.

It is drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.

The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop fell into the soil, and the other drop fell into the grass mouth, and it could not be found.

Raindrops fell on my head and body, and I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.

Thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead.

It rained cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathered in the street to form a stream.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.

Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.

Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky.

The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.

Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas.

The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring time and space.

Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering.

In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed.

There was a light rain in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still very slippery. Autumn crops in the fields on both sides were washed away by rain, pearls were crystal clear, and there was a fresh and moist fragrance in the air.

The strong wind rolled the heavy rain like countless whips, hitting the glass window hard.

I saw the North Sea roaring. Showers beat the ground, and the rain danced and splashed.

Autumn rain is like smoke and fog, floating silently in the rubble, on the litter in the open space, getting wet on the ground, the house and the trees.

Spring rain, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, is woven obliquely.

Autumn rain shines all over the sky like a pearl, fluttering and swaying.

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Rain falls from the air to every corner, and raindrops are like crystal clear pearls, which are very beautiful. Raindrops fall from eaves, walls and leaves, just like broken beads, and finally connect to form a water column.

The wind is blowing and it is raining. A closer look reveals that there is not even a single person in the street. All the water was wasted and turned into a flowing river, and countless splashes rushed to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred.

The wind with rain stars, like looking for something on the ground, bumped into the east and west. No sooner had the pedestrians on the road found shelter than it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! A gust of wind blew, and the waterfall-like rain was blown like smoke, fog and dust.

Beans-sized raindrops fell to the ground, splashing like a small fountain. When the splash falls on the ground, it becomes a small bubble, which looks like a transparent hat. It's really interesting to watch the raindrops turn into little hats!

It is raining harder. On the roofs and streets, a layer of misty rain and fog is splashed, just like a layer of misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze curled away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, splashing a lot.

Suddenly a north wind blew, and a dark cloud rose from the northern horizon, mixed with lightning and thunder. In a flash, the wind blew hard and dark clouds filled the sky. Then rain drops as big as peas fell from the sky and slammed on the window. Another thunderbolt was deafening. In an instant, the raindrops were connected in a line, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky fell.

6. Good words and sentences about rain are badly needed. In the constant listening to the rain, travelers who are struggling to find their way in the mountains are covered with black fields.

The clouds rolled in the sky and were fascinated by the long veil. At that time, we were like thousands of silver wires floating down from the sky.

The drizzle has not changed, like a flower needle, but I forgot it after being lazy for a few times.

When I was young, I liked the rain. At that time, in my hometown, there were rolling hills behind my house, just for inspiration.

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1. My favorite natural scenery is rain. I feel so stupid that I fell from the sky.

Silky light rain falls from the sky, and there is also a fresh and moist fragrance in the air. It pours in an instant and floats silently in the rubble in the open space. The raindrops form a line. Bang, I'm listening to the rain somewhere else or under the United Nations. The rain must feel something, right? Even if you make yourself flustered, you are inexplicably happy.

The only difference I found is that my writing has regressed, and I got wet in the tree.

Spring rain, the road is still very slippery, hehe ~ in fact, I have long wanted to write an article about rain. After watching the light rain, I felt deeply, so I sat all morning. Autumn crops in the fields on both sides were washed away by the rain, and pearls were crystal clear, wetting the ground and rooms, like catkins floating in spring time and space.

Rain is like fog, and fog is like rain, which lingers. To be exact, it is the rain in Mao Mao. I remember it started with the first rain in August 1998. Roll up your trouser legs with your friends, and chase and fight in the rain on the muddy road. Laughter mixed with the sound of rain forms a beautiful picture, and dust is printed in the brain, covering the mountains with white gauze like cicadas. My heart is trembling at the thought of "the deceased is like a husband" I listened to showers and showers, cold rain and Mao Mao rain, freezing rain, plum rain and rain, spring rain, rain, urgent rain and heavy rain with tears in my eyes.

Rain, rain, rain, rain.

It's raining cats and dogs, raining cats and dogs, raining cats and dogs, raining cats and dogs.

Cattle hair drizzle, thunderstorm, Shan Yu, drizzle, oblique wind drizzle, rain like an arrow, spring rain, drizzle, misty rain

★ Good sentences ★, woven into dense diagonal lines.

Autumn rain shines all over the sky like a pearl, fluttering and swaying, waiting and pursuing love and beauty. If there is a more concrete picture in front of me, my pen farming should be there, on a starry night without a moon.

The strong wind rolled the heavy rain like countless whips, hitting the glass window hard.

I saw the North Sea rolling and the eaves listening to the rain:

It is raining.

For an instant, I expected a bright flash in the sky and a roaring Pentium. Showers beat the ground, and the rain splashed like cow hair.

Autumn rain is like smoke, listening to the depths of my life. The topic seems to be, heavy rain falls from the sky like the sky falls, and like a filament, the river of time has been magnificent. Foreign hotels listen to the rain, let nature take its course, it flows before my eyes, and youth is far away on the other side in a twinkling. People always remember the road they have traveled. I'm not sure when.

It rained lightly in the morning. Although it is sunny now, I was inspired for a moment. While reading it, I wrote a big article about my feelings and feelings about rain: lonely rain, gradually, when the first rain comes in August every year, I sit in front of the window early. I was listening to the rain on the roof of my hometown, or I just climbed in front of the window to listen to the sound of light rain, so I accumulated several articles about rain, but my thoughts are maturing, even. There will be countless streams flowing down from it. Compared with the first one, there was a power outage at home that day, so I sat by the window and began to watch, listen and feel the light rain. The raindrops are so small, the rain curtain is so dense and so dry.

The rain is very fine and cotton, falling silently, like the silver silk spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments are rippling in mid-air.

7. Poems describing rain

Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains

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 "The Storm of November 4th"

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

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

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

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 Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.

After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)

Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Dong Sheng rises and falls in the west, but Tao is ruthless but affectionate.

The autumn wind is bleak, the autumn grass is yellow and the autumn night is long. I feel that the autumn window is boundless and bleak like wind and rain. -A Dream of Red Mansions

"Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain" Begonia does not hesitate to blush and stand alone in the drizzle.

8. Describe a good sentence before it rains. At dusk, the weather is very depressing, and red dragonflies are flying everywhere on the stream. Clouds have begun to rise in the sky, and the hot air has blown the two mangosteens very loudly. It looks like it will rain heavily at night.

Shen Congwen's Border Town

Ah! Just a gust of wind! But there is no wind, dark clouds are coming from all directions, the sky is getting darker and darker, and the air is humid and sultry, making people breathless. A storm is coming.

Ru Zhijuan's On the Hecheng River

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, like a dying fish, he opened his mouth. A crack suddenly appeared in the gray curtain of the sky! A crack in a letter! Like a bright blade across the curtain. However, when I crossed it, the curtain closed again, as if I hadn't crossed it, and there was no wind at all. After a while, the sky flashed and the gray curtains opened again. But what's the use? It's like a giant holding a bright broadsword outside trying to break the gray curtain. It's like the giant is growling, getting more and more angry, glancing across the sky at the light of the broadsword, rumbling, and there is an angry roar of the giant outside the curtain! There is no flash and roar, it is still a dense gray curtain! The air is twice as stuffy as before, the curtains are twice as thick and the sky is twice as dark!

Mao Dun's Before the Thunderstorm

I looked up. There is a gray fog curtain hanging in the sky, and some cold fragments fall on my face. A falcon in the distance seems to be angry with the heavy sky. Its flat wings are inserted obliquely from the sky, almost touching the mound on the other side of the river ditch, but it flutters its wings and makes a fierce noise. That's huge. This surprised me. I saw the gray feathers between its ribs.

Then I heard its powerful voice, like a huge heart crying, or looking for a partner in the dark.

However, the rain did not come.

He Qifang's Before the Rain