Literary appreciation of ancient rain-related poems

Rain, as one of the 24 solar terms in China, has been praised by many people at all times and all over the world. The following is my poem about rain, I hope you like it.

Selected poems about rain

Zhang's "Fishing Song"

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.

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.

The "quatrains" of Zhinan

The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

Du Mu's Qingming Festival

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Han Yu's Rain in Early Spring

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.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Yu Ji's Listening to the Rain

The screen is located around the temple, and the crimson wax shakes the light.

Jingzhou has changed for many years, suddenly listening to the spring rain and remembering Jiangnan.

Zhang Wei's County South Pavilion Banquet

Outside Tingchun City, Zhumen faces Qinglin.

After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke.

Lu Yingshan drinks tourists and borrows water birds from the pond.

White clouds are always in sight, chatting to comfort people.

Li Shangyin's A Short Message to a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night

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.

Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an

For years, the taste of this world was as thin as gauze. Who will be the rider in Beijing?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

1 1 Storm on the 4th of the month. Author: Lu You

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.

Chen's Cold Spring

In February, Baling was windy, and the cold spring was not over.

Haitang is independent of Meng Meng in the drizzle, regardless of rouge color.

A classic poem about rain

Qin Guan's Spring Day

The light thunder fell all night, and the frivolous tiles were uneven.

Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.

On June 27th, Wang Hu Tower was drunk with books.

Author: Su Shi

Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.

The second author of Drinking Rain after Chuqing Lake: Su Shi.

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

Su Shi's Rainstorm in Youmeitang

A thunderous sound, like shaking from the feet of tourists to the feet, has a beautiful hall and thick clouds, which can't be opened.

In the distant horizon, the wind moves with the clouds, and the sea stands like a mountain. A rainstorm, which crossed the Qiantang River from eastern Zhejiang, hit Hangzhou.

It's very golden. A thousand sticks beat his drum to urge him to get married.

I really want to wake up the drunken Li Bai, wash his face with the waterfall in this mountain, and show him that this scene is like everything in the palace.

"Leave Xiangjiang River in Autumn Rain" by TanYongzhi

Yunsuo Hunan Dream, Liu Kun dances by the river at midnight.

The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.

Nostalgia is unbearable, orange pomelo, who wants to value Wang Sun when traveling?

Fishermen don't ask each other when they meet, and Xiao returns to the island gate.

Send Yuan 210 An Xi Author: Wang Wei

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

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

Weixixi Chuzhou.

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

The East Building of Xianyang City in Xu Hun

Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan.

The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.

At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.

Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.

Dai Shulun's Sulingyan Temple

The horse is tired and the road is steep, so stay indoors and move. The rain is urgent, the mountains and streams are rising and the clouds are low.

The cool wind reaches the temple corner and the sun sets. Outside the eaves, birds in the forest are singing.

Modern poetry about rain

Listen to the rain.

Author: dewdrops waiting for the morning light

Listen to the rain.

Like a silk scarf

Kiss my heart.

Listen to the rain.

I sprint in the rain.

Looking for the time of first love

The ice is cold and a drop is clear.

Raindrops are like a acacia red bean.

Fall to the ground

Excuse me, silence for thousands of years.

A warm and cold heart lingers for a long time.

I am very happy on a rainy night.

Footsteps, all the way through the mud

Rainy night has become a pure wedding dress and street lamp.

It's a sparkling diamond, at the next corner.

You smile, flawless.

rain

Author: About the love of the sea

With an umbrella in my hand, I was the only one on the road, and nothing seemed to happen around me.

However, the building is still standing, which matches my appearance.

My mind is full of rain falling on my umbrella.

I touched the handle of the umbrella. It was red and J-shaped.

There is space under the umbrella, which is the shadow of rain. I watched the shadows overlap slowly.

This is in line with my heart, with flowing scars.

When the shadows overlap, I look at my eyes alone and I take a few steps.

Only rain, rain, it invaded my whole body.

My shadow has invaded from head to toe, and now it has become a Wang Yang.

Scenery with deep feelings drifts with the wind.

The world holds two lonely hearts.

They want to talk to me. I turned on the XX machine, and there was only a rustle at the moment.

Once, when I saw each other's hands and umbrellas, I knew it was raining.

Put away the howling things, but there is not much rain.

I just waited, waiting by the straight road, next to rows of telephone poles.

I think the legend of summer is rain, which keeps raining.

It is raining.

Author: Fei Xu

Like rain

Like to walk in the rain

I like the feeling of walking in the rain

I like the rain falling on my body and infiltrating my skin.

All melancholy and sadness can be wet and taken away by the rain.

All the feelings are different from the original because of the soaking of rain.

I like the sound of rain falling on the lotus leaf.

Constant sound, etc.

The rhythm is neither too slow nor too slow.

It's a dialogue between rain and lotus leaves.

It is the kindness of rain and lotus leaves.

Gradually understand each other's feelings.

I just don't think it's raining.

It's an emotion.

It is a kind of happiness that has not been released for a long time.

Escaped after being imprisoned for thousands of years.

Stretch out the softest peace.

Suddenly a swift slipped out.

The whistling sound cut through the rain and fog, overlapping in the air to print an instantaneous arc.

Deliberately render the release of flying out

Hold an ordinary pen

Luo Qing Brochette Ripple

Open a secret.

rain

Author: Xiao Chang Yunfei

Holding an umbrella in sultry weather,

The grandfather playing chess gently shook the cattail leaf fan.

Gently shake the cattail leaf fan,

Cool wind,

Hold my arm,

Not far away, the sky flashed by.

Yo, listen!

come and go ...

The pea with a big bucket is broken.

The huge pearl is tilted.

I have no intention of playing chess,

The plates were also broken up,

The shoes are dirty,

Kick the door open barefoot.

It is raining.

Author: contentment is always a pleasure

It's raining,

The thin rain is singing softly.

Silk threads string into a sea of clouds.

Like a net woven into a dark gray sky.

I looked up.

Is it ... or not

The sun is covered with rain and becomes

The moon that night

Willow trees are swaying in the drizzle,

Flowers are also shy.

You must cover that core tightly.

Only sparrows do not know fatigue.

Soaked wings.

Can't take them high.

They are in the rain.

Twitter said

I can make this garden sing.

Swallows are whispering under the eaves.

talk in whispers

Rush into the rain suddenly

I want to show them in the rain.

Agile posture through rain and fog

Or are you tired of those starving Xiaoyan?

Ants have moved into their new homes, right?

The former place has gathered into

A small puddle

The puddle was covered with rain.

It also brings gorgeous flowers.

Reflect the clouds in the sky

The rain made the day wet and the ground wet.

Drenched

It also moistened my mind.

How I want to think of missing as this cheap rain.

It allows me to spend as much as I want.

The breeze brings freshness.

Who can disturb?

Loneliness in the rain

I want to play them one by one.

Extraction ignition

Let the burning loneliness

Sui Yu na di

Change back to a little missing.

Because I know I miss you.

Will forget loneliness.

Look at the streets in the rain.

Colorful umbrella flowers

Dotted with rainy days this summer.

Without your company

I tried to touch the gentleness of the rain.

Sing the love song in my heart alone

It is raining.

Author: Yi Ping

White clouds in the sky sink into the deep sea like white sails.

In an instant, it was dark.

It's raining, and it's inextricably linked.

Flowing to low-lying, buried in

heart

Outside the window, a curtain of rain beads.

It's light and melodious, and it seems to drip tactfully.

I went to see that man last night. He has gone far away.

Who will accompany me to watch the flowers and listen to the rain and play a tune without melody?

Music?

Release the newly folded paper boat out of the window.

Let it grow along the roots of rain and travel far.

Let my thoughts bring you happiness, you

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