Poems, ancient poems and sentences describing rainy nights

Poems describing rainy nights, Mann Fang Ting, Long Mai and Huang Qing

Author: Yuan Quhua

The wheat is yellow and light, the mulberry field is green and dark, and the wild bridge is new and wide. Afraid of spring return, Yingying is busy. The wind will gather idle flowers and fall, and wear a secluded path to pick up the core to find fragrance.

Where I have been, the clouds are light and the wind is light and the walls are green, and the sunset is still hanging. Worry about the guests, know how much, just want to get drunk, who will accompany you? Material Wen Jun clothes, steal long for me.

Bitter memories of new sunny days, leisure, embroidery and bright windows. When did you get it? It rains in the west wind at night, and the pillow is cold.

Qiu Si's Poems about Night Rain

Author: Lu You

Poets are prone to sadness, not to mention physical pain.

The black magpie becomes a bridge, autumn comes again, and the phoenix tree falls at the beginning of the night.

There are two pairs in Jiangnan and Jiangbei, and the lights are darker and brighter.

Andrew will be a lifelong companion, and a statue belongs to the drama year?

The poem describes rainy nights, and it rains in the spring in Qinyuan.

Author: Janice

It rained at night, someone pressed the pillow, and it was sunny at dawn. It is not difficult for the clouds to disperse, and the sky is clear and clear.

Right to plant oil building, talk about soap, sit and listen to the drums in front. Don't dare to declare Shen Nanhan, crusade? Hongming Choke in autumn.

Wan Li Guan Yu didn't attack. Fortunately, Governor Yangzhou is my stone friend, Marshal Jingzhou, and my brother Mei.

Restrain whales and salamanders, keep them safe and sober. Even at night, I'm afraid Sirius is too white to hide.

Poems describing the rain at night, rain at night

Author: Bai Juyi

Crying early, I rested again, and the residual light went out again.

Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first.

Poems describing rainy nights and autumn nights

Author: Lu You

The rainy night is bleak and charming, but you should dream back when you hear it.

Everyone explains the sad autumn, and doesn't know it thoroughly like a poet.

Write poems in the rain at night and send yellow letters several times.

Author: Huang Tingjian

I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books.

Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.

Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases.

I want to study, my head is white, and apes cry over streams.

Poems describing the rainy night, Nanxiangzi, rainy night.

Author: Su Shi

It's raining, it's dark, and the first suspicion is that night has fallen. After the rain, the wind turned and suddenly reported the good news that the sky had cleared up.

There are faint clouds in the sky, and the red sunset glow hangs on the mountain peak, which looks clear. Overgrown grass, soft sand, mountain streams, flexible hooves.

Wake up from the wine in the morning, still very tired, still have to keep the horseshoe, still can't rest and have a dream. Although in the blue bridge, where can I find my dream lover, only the warm running water accompanies people to walk.

Poems describing rainy nights, happy rain.

Author: Du Fu

Spring drought, the sky is dark and the sun is red as blood. Agriculture has been suspended and the war is in ruins.

The Pakistanis were trapped in the army, lamenting the thick soil and the heat. The rainy night in Cangjiang really kills a snow.

The roots of five grains are small and slow, and the gas will never come out. Why not see Ningsui and solve my worries?

The mountains and clouds are towering, and the meeting will never end. Andrew whipped the thunder and washed the five mountains in the torrent.

Poetry, about seclusion on rainy nights.

Author: Wei

Although you are different, there is a camp when you go out. There is nothing to pull, so this seclusion.

Rainy night is coming, I wonder if spring grass will grow. The castle peak has broken dawn, and birds are singing around the house.

When using Taoist dolls, or using firewood. Since the Ann Jian bad, this person is bo Rong Shi.

Poems describing the rainy night, the quiet music, and the people.

Author: zhangyan

Pick people. I feel that I have no love. Look at the guest's spring. I am always divided by poetry.

Swallows were all over the world last year. Who is the swallow this year? In late spring, I don't listen to the rain at night, and the rain doesn't rush the flowers, only the fallen flowers are everywhere.

A poem describing the rainy night of 1 1 4th of the month.

Author: Lu You

It's getting dark, and the wind has rolled up the rain on the rivers and lakes, splashing all over the mountains like huge waves.

The small fire and the felt wrapped around it are so warm that neither my cat nor I want to go out.

I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.

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.

Write poems that rain at night, make the river red and flow eastward through the ages.

Author: Fan Chengda

East through the ages, the sound is rolling and the clouds are like houses. It is very big, ten feet high, and there are too many to sail. The night rain turns over the river in spring, and the bow rises and the wind ripens at first. Just like that year, the tiger roars in Huang Chuan and the shuttle flies at top speed.

Swearing is empty and shocking. Don't worry, everyone is born. Ren Yantian ice sea, a cup belongs to each other. Bamboo shoots are new, and string phoenix can turn over. Laughter in the world, where can you get respect, add silver candles.

The poem describing the rain at night, with the tune of water, was hung on the tree on the first day.

Author: Wang Zhidao

On the first day of hanging trees in June, the pearl foil was frosted. At night, there is a light rain on the stream, celebrating the Double Ninth Festival. * * * Celebration that year, I once saw the dream of Tian Lin Association, and China's valve was hung on the mulberry.

People make a wish to Lv Hou, and give you a long life. Stay tired, be virtuous and kind, and bring good luck. I can read newspapers and am interested in yellow.

Back in ancient times, there was no magic trick, and three peaches were stolen. I am willing to use Cang's wealth to recommend Yao.

Write poems on rainy nights, and take notes on rainy nights for friends in the north.

Author: Li Shangyin

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.

Poems describing the rain at night, poems of deep resentment

Author: An Yifang female

No gorge day, Qiu Jiang storm.

A night of rain in Baling, heartbroken Mulan song!

A poem describing the rainy night, a river full of red flowers, and several futons.

Author: Xin Qiji

After bending a few futons, the abbots Li and Jun came to ask. It's raining at night, so don't leave in a hurry. Let's have a drink to the north and the south. Don't invade idle hair in everything, sleep well for a hundred years.

The most unforgettable thing is that the language is diligent and the daughter is straightforward.

. Dongshixigeng road. Hand in hand, this is the past.

There is still hope in the future, and the old alliance is like the sun. Don't believe that Penglai is separated from the wind and waves, and the sky has its own strength. There is no news of plum blossoms, and I miss you all night.

The poem describes the rainy night, which is crimson and ends in Xiaoxian County.

Author: Wu Wenying

The ghosts of Xiao Xian and Xiao Liang have not been extinguished according to the ending. Outside the desert city, bored and faint wild smoke. Plums don't worry about the rain at night, pomegranate flowers don't fall in autumn snow. It is also important to write incense words in red letters, one year of the year.

What happened at the bottom of the curtain is strictly said. Silk thread, double stripping. Since the fragrance disappears, the old feelings are different. Xiang water keeps a grudge for ghosts, and Yangzhou has no dream copper flowers. Lying on the flute, blowing the sunset glow and looking at the new moon.

Write a poem about the rain at night and leave Xin Jian at Furong Inn.

Author: Changling Wang

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!

Poems describing the rainy night, the love for flowers, bitterness and hatred, and the heavy curtain.

Author: Shen Zufen

Resentment and hatred are heavy curtains.

Twelve withered, ethereal.

Green birds send messages frequently these days, and the colors in the mirror are different.

Don't close the river at dusk after autumn.

Pillow smoke stoves are places of lovesickness.

Dreams go with the bright moon, and tall buildings are stormy every night.

Poems describing rainy nights and early spring

Author: Fang gan

Operation is not uneven, quadrupole China * * * at that time.

Righteousness changes with the gray method, and residual cold is bullied by wicker.

The ice melts the morning sun in osawa, the grass is green, and the rainy night in Chen Gen knows it.

I don't believe that the scenery is worse than the arrow, and it will become first frost next year.

Sentences describing rainy nights:

Like a light rain falling from the sky, the raindrops are so small and the rain curtain is so dense that the mountains are covered with white gauze like cicadas. The rain is very fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring time and space. Like fog, like rain, like rain, like fog, lingering.

Rainy night, window, water vapor, road surface. It's not tears that flow out of the corner of my eyes. A lie, a mask. The world lies to each other.

It's raining harder and harder, like a downpour, like a downpour. The heavy rain fell on the pond, which was full of dimples. The heavy rain hit the leaves and made Miss Ye's clothes spotless.

Touch the piano for you under the moon, find your figure in the empty lane, and write poems for you to recite. Rainy night because you are drunk, sighing is always difficult for you to understand!

Late one night, the sky was overcast, thunder followed by thunder, and lightning and thunder flashed in the sky. The wind, blowing hard, the branches creaked by the wind, and suddenly, it rained cats and dogs.

It's raining again, and the incessant lightning and thunder seem to urge the dawn. I'm not afraid, I'm just thinking about how not to lose on a thunderstorm night.

A few years later, at dusk on a rainy night, in the rain curtain and under the rain pavilion, a woman was holding an oil-paper umbrella. Her hair is shawl, and she can only see the beautiful back, but she can't see it clearly.

Lonely as a rainy night. How many people in the world can feel the feeling of crying and complaining on a rainy night? How many people can understand this cleanliness? Even with tears streaming down her face, it's refreshing and not tacky.

Rainy night is not as good as snowy night after all. If you are in the rain, it is raining and people are raining; If you are in the snow, your feeling is hazy and the moon is hazy.

Tonight. Another lonely figure, lonely by the window. Listening to the sad autumn rain, let my thoughts diffuse through the fuzzy window in the dark. Who else, like me, heard the rainy night crying at this moment?

On a cold rainy night, it is green and red. It is too hasty to listen to the pedestrians in twos and threes outside the window; Lonely lights and shadows, sighing about the past hurts the present. It is worrying to chew the words in the book carefully. A thousand turns, acacia knocks at the door of the heart.

On a rainy night, who is so charming? In the silence, which soul is saying: This rainy season, I died, died in the rain.

The way you look at another person through me makes me feel cold and painful in the cold winter and rainy night. It turns out that I can never reach your eyes, let alone my heart.

Like a desert breeze, it opens the heart that has been dusty for a long time, and like thunder on a rainy night, it whips the emptiness inside, and tears are accompanied by raindrops to extinguish disillusionment.

The night began to be decadent, how dark the sky was, how beautiful the rain was, how fragmentary those sorrows were, and who I saw. I stood in the lonely past, but I was reborn without any worries.

Want to listen to the sound of rain, search for a memory, want to listen to the sound of rain, strip a layer of dust from the memory.

Rain, the mood of preparing for a rainy day is like my own feelings, bit by bit, I like rain, like rain and cold to point out loneliness.

The world wants to roll the world of mortals, but I like to immerse myself in such a night with autumn rain. Because this is a kind of peace after an epiphany, no one will come to spy on your secret, and no one will disturb you to indulge in loneliness at the moment.

Looking closely, there is not even a figure in the street. All the flowers are water, which has become a flowing river, and countless splashes are competing to open; From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred.

The rain fell and soaked the image in my memory, but when I reached out and touched it, it was gone. It turns out that everything is just a memory.

A person's yearning is an elegant flower on a blue vine in summer. Although they are vague and thin, they are sad and moving like candles lit in a rainy night window.

I especially like falling asleep on rainy nights, listening to the sound of rain, as if the whole world is in my mind, the sound of rain, my memories with you.

Rainy nights are indispensable to life-drizzling, rainy nights alone. On such a rainy night, there are tears in the sky, tears in candles, tears in the sky, and tears in candles. Only the people of Sri Lanka are crying silently.

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 together to form a water column.

Memories can still be traced back, maybe one day even those memories will dissipate in my mind, fall apart and disappear, leaving me alone in this rainy winter night.

Rainy nights are full of sadness and deep thoughts. Tears filled the sky. Who is crying for whom? Leave a drop in my heart, hoping to warm this cool sadness.

Looking at the window on a rainy night. Listening to the flowers fall to the ground, Priscilla rings. Fear of rivers, turn the sky upside down. What's wrong with leaving the boat by the water? Hard liquor will make you fall asleep and become very cold. The dream is long, and it hurts to miss it.

Rain, falling on the wire, raindrops are like neatly arranged notes on the staff, like water droplets rushing there, and like beads marching there. The heavier the rain, the more water drops, and the faster the landing speed will naturally be.

Rainy nights seem to give souls to everything. When you are afraid, you will feel that everything in front of you and behind you has a soul. Even a stake in front of me has become so weird.

The long-awaited sum rain slowly dripped on my hair tip. I seem to be used to the incisive feeling brought by the rain, and I seem to be used to the cool feeling that the rain hits me.

In this poetic and Zen rainy night, my thoughts involuntarily ripple into a circle, slowly expanding/,unable to close.

Over and over again. I was tired of crying and was silent. Want to give up, cold. But time has passed, and I still miss it. Can't let go, can't forget, can't quit, can't live without it.

The rain hits acacia, the wind continues to leave sorrow, and the sky is heavy. There is always a feeling of reluctance. Someone will get close to the sky and mumble, and your eyes are full of you.

Romantic writing, rainy and windy at night. At the beginning of China, the full moon became a knight, and the world of mortals wrote and splashed ink to paint. Lingaoge, railing leaning against danger, Cuiliuyuan blowing dike. When you ask about love, it's hard for you to get involved. Sadness and joy are mixed.

I sing your favorite songs in rainy nights, and I hope that one day you can look back at me, which is enough.

Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky. The drizzle falls silently, like countless silkworms spitting out silver silk. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.

The east wind is residual, and the west wind is cool. Full moon, full of bitterness, who is listening to who is talking about love. The south wind is sad, and the north wind is sad. Cold rainy night, lonely soul in the city, who can understand my bleak life?

There were a few faint thunders on the horizon. Clouds seem to have heard the instructions, gathered together, and then gathered more and more, and soon turned into ink. Lightning and thunder are more and more frequent, lightning is more and more severe, and thunder is getting louder and louder.

The night is still beautiful and soft. When you leave, your heart is filled with rain, and the puddle on the ground is reflected by the light. Crystal clear, reflecting the shadow of fatigue.

Quiet rainy night, precipitation is a gesture, rainy night can always give you a daydream A fine drizzle will always leave a lingering yellowing memory. Those memories are fragmented and forgotten in this rainy night.

Young women are always looking forward to meeting a man from Wen Ya, who often adds fragrance to her on rainy nights. Young men always want a good woman, who quietly gives him tea in the dusk.

Rainy nights are indispensable to life-drizzling, rainy nights alone. On such a rainy night, there are tears in the sky, tears in candles, tears in the sky, and tears in candles. Only the people of Sri Lanka are crying silently.

This rainy night is not heavy, just like the chubby cloud floating above your head on a sunny day. Wearing a raincoat, I am willing to wander. You wait for me in front. Don't worry.

It has been said that people who listen to the rain are very entangled and easily sad. Lonely rainy night, a person tastes loneliness, gets used to loneliness, learns to hide sadness in peace and pretend to be happy.

On a rainy night, I planted a forget-me-not tree. I thought it would sprout tomorrow, but it was washed away by the rain. Don't forget me, just forget me.

Whether you are sad or crying, this autumn night will tolerate me and pity me. I am alone in a rainy night. Although the road ahead is confusing, I am not afraid. Towards the distant with a smile and persistence.

The poet's soul is broken, broken in every night when the galaxy is decorated, every loneliness becomes a rainy night, and every poem burns in every heart.

I stood on tiptoe to touch your sadness, and I found it condensed into a lonely moon, slowly wasting away and sighing blankly after a rainy night.

A quiet rainy night, a cigarette, a little music, a glass of astringent wine. In fact, I am intoxicated with this life, but this intoxication is full of sadness.

A drop of rain falls on my heart, but I can't feel the sadness and the cold.

My mood is as chaotic as the future. The rainy night outside the window drips into my heart, drowning a bunch of trivial things, but it doesn't drip into the rainy night of mutual confession.

The beauty of rainy nights lies in artistic conception and endless life. Flowers and plants absorb water vapor, and the original intention of death quietly flows away. This is the beauty of rainy nights and the taste of life.

After lightning and thunder, heavy rain raged. Suddenly, there was a veil between heaven and earth, and it rained harder and harder. It's like someone splashing water in a big basin and a big basin, and raindrops hit the window glass, making a crackling sound.