Write a poem about the rainbow after the rain.

Clear light never tires.

The world has since returned to wonderland.

Lou Lin che hai

Rainbow is the sky.

innumerable

Chicory powder

May you have a rest.

Gongning Xu Jian

Life is really like the first time.

Don't forget the baby's cry

Why cry when you are nothing?

Poems about rainbows:

Year: Tang? Author: Li Baiqiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building

In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear.

Between the two rivers, one lake is like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river look like rainbows falling from the sky.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old.

Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?

Year: Song? Author: Hua Yue

Frosty sky and small corners

Ten cattail fans. Fly over Qiu Jiang Green. The rainbow thousands of feet in the sky is dry and cold. A rain will harvest the residue. Yunshan opens the painting axis. Where are the old friends? The brothel is in the north of Huaqiao.

Year: Qing? Author: Nalan Xingde

Nanhaizi

Bow and halberd are divided into four doors, and Yuchang accompanies Wancheng.

Bridge 72, rainbow flies off the eagle terrace.

Year: Tang? Author: Li Bai

"Reward Yin Mingzuo with Five Clouds of Qiu Ge"

I sing because of poetry, and the north wind blows and rains.

There are no mountains and rivers in Xie Shu, and later there is Yin Gong.

The pink picture is colorful, and the leaves are like a rainbow on a sunny day.

The article is shiny, and it should be the work of Su E Jade Girl.

As light as pine pollen and as thick as moss brocade.

The mountains in the distance are covered with green islands, and the remnants of Fei Xia are reflected in Cao Jiang.

Concentrate on the flower dew, and you will accomplish a lot in a few years.

My old friend gave it to me, and I didn't disobey it, so that the landscape was clear and bright.

I am surprised to thank Le Kang. I was born with poetry.

The forest valley on the chest is full of color, and the clouds gather on the sleeves at dusk.

Immortals sigh at this thing, and Qian Shan is lingering.

Riding on a white deer, I am floating in the wind, and my hands are shaking with a smile.

If it is not enough to cross the stork, the princes and princes will be safe.

There are thousands of snowflakes in Yaotai, and the spring breeze blows off one by one.

For you, I will take this Cang Ling, and I will go to court with 36 Jade Emperors.

A glimpse of the master is out of reach, and the prime minister is heartbroken.