Famous writers write classical Chinese about rain scenes.

1. Excerpted from an ancient poem about rainy scenery written by a famous poet. Spring has come, and Du Fu of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night knows the rainy season.

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. Unknown Kangxi, the rain is tight and the flowers are late.

The pavilions get the moon first, and the trees are dense. Spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, Du Mu's thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the flag wind of fruit wine in Shuixiang Mountain.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Li Shangyin, who just entered Wuyi, has a new dream of famous mountains and a rugged thousand peaks.

The curtain pavilion is stormy all night, which seems to welcome visitors. The second envoy sent Yuan, Anxi Wang Wei Acropolis, raining and dusting, and the guest house was green and willow-colored.

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. In the early spring, Hanyu Tianjie is light and crisp, and the grass color is near but not far.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. The ancient trees in the south of the quatrain monk shade the short eaves, and stick thistle to help me cross the east of the bridge.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. In Wang Changling, I left Xin Jian at Furong Inn, where it was freezing and rainy, and I entered Wu at night. In Pingming, Fujian and Chushan are lonely.

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Wang saw flowers before driving away the rain, and there were no flowers at the bottom of the leaves after the rain.

Bees and butterflies have climbed over the wall, but spring scenery is next door. About Sima Guang's Huangmei season, it rained at home and frogs were 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. Wanglianggu is surrounded by mountains, Sanqing Gaoling, and the scenery on the ridge is panoramic.

Thousands of hectares of green land are as flat as palms, and spring rains move and spring ploughs. Untitled Du Mu's cultural relics of the Six Dynasties are even empty, and the sky is light and the clouds are idle.

Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry. In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.

Disappointed, watching Fan Li every day, the smoke trees are uneven. Xu Hun in the east building of Xianyang City, Wan Li in the high city is sad, and willows are like Tingzhou. 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.

Listening to the thunder, Su Shi accepted the rain at dusk and leaned against Cui Wei alone. Hanging under the cloud, I came to the seaside happily.

The wild old man sang a rich language, and he wanted to banish the minister from the book. When you are full in old age, you can specialize in anything.

After the rain, Wang Anshi washed away the world and comforted her in the eastern suburbs of Nanmu. Looking ahead, Sky will do business with the world.

Ji means that the stars are calm and the windows are cool. Who is like a floating cloud that knows how to advance and retreat, only when it turns into rain will it return to the mountains.

Xiangjiang River in autumn, when it rains, the clouds on the TanYongzhi River lock the dream soul, and the river dances Liu Kun in the middle of the night. The autumn wind is everywhere, and the village is rainy.

Homesickness 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.

The spring rain in Lin 'an is as thin as gauze year after year. Who let Beijing have riders? 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.

The country scenery is the best. Fan Chengda is covered with mountains and green fields, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night, Li Shangyin asked about the untimely return date, and the rain rose to Qiuchi in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Drinking Su Shi's water in Ming Che, the mountains are empty and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

Qin Guan in Huanxisha is cold and cold, and goes up to the small building. Silver rogue like poor autumn, light smoke rolling screen. Free flying flowers are as light as a dream, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the curtain is idle with a small silver hook.

It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage often drips on the pillow, so he can't sit on his back.

The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.

2. Write a famous article about rain: Shen Congwen's tireless rain just rains, just rains; Makes everyone a little tired and bored.

Everyone has nothing to do after class, so they just go to the phone to chat with their friends. If that aspect is a woman, it is naturally more interesting! Call, call, the bell keeps ringing.

The telephone is nailed to the wall, and the operator is used to being urged by all parties. Ringing is the favorite busy tone. So they didn't give birth to any spleen flavor-they just suffered from large ear chambers. He just brought a bearded young man in a dress from No.4 Society 13. When he saw the young man jabbering at the machine for a while, he hung up his headphones and went out like an angry man.

With less than ten breaths left, the bell on the wall jingled with him. "Hey, where are you-this is the Agricultural University.

..... Mr. Salter. What's your name? Oh, oh, call him again? Yes, yes, "he hung the earphone on another nail. It can be seen from the heavy noise that he was unjustly wronged.

This kind of grievance can't be vented except by hanging headphones hard. "Mr. Xian again!" He also said something to himself that he could hear.

This could have been a lie at will, and it was over when I said I couldn't find it. But he hasn't been here long. Although he stayed for dinner with Cui Ge, who specializes in sending and receiving letters every day, he could not learn these things to steal time.

Moreover, the thought of living in Tonglechun a few months ago, burning a fire every day, blackening my face and leaving nothing in my stomach strengthened my sense of responsibility. Toto raised his left hand again. (Because he is wearing a long skirt now, his right hand has lost space. )

Blocking the heavy raindrops falling from the eaves, I ran to the fourth club in small steps to find the young bearded man. There is an old square clock in the middle of the table, which goes slower and lighter, as if it were hypnotized by the rain.

The book lying flat by the clock seems to be dozing off. There is a small teacup near the clock, which contains more than half a cup of black tea. There is no heating at all.

..... His eyes saw the young man smiling at the earphone, but his ears were stirred by the rain outside, and he couldn't take time to listen to what the young man was saying. He felt that the young man was really bored by smiling at the earphone.

The young man went out again. When the teenager passed by him, the trousers of the dress brushed his left hand hanging at his hip, and a strange but fragrant smell ran into his nostrils.

When he went to the consumer club yesterday, he saw a finger-sized bottle shyly hiding in the corner of the glass cabinet. What essence is stored in the bottle? -at this time, the smell is yellow water in the bottle. He is confident that he didn't guess wrong! The smell tickled his nose and wanted to sneeze.

He couldn't help getting up and walking out the door with the young man. The rain is still tireless, just raining, just raining.

The rain that slipped down from the tile mouth turned the small ditch in front of No.1 gate into a stream. The newly fallen raindrops floated in many small bubbles and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Some bright yellow Sophora leaves float on the water like small fish. If these little things were really a group of fry, he would have taken off his shoes and socks, rolled up his sleeves and bravely jumped down and caught them.

-it seems that they can know that they are not worth the price, and they are not afraid of anything unexpected and dangerous! Otherwise, I saw big ears standing in front of that door, staring at their every move. Why are they still floating gracefully on the water? Ghost Rain Author: Yu Guangzhong-But the rain tonight is ghost autumn Edna St. Vince Millay I "Excuse me, is Mr. Yu Guangzhong at home?" Oh, are you Mr. Yu? This is the pediatric ward of National Taiwan University Hospital. I'm telling you, your child is not well. The doctor said his condition was very dangerous ... What? Do you know that?/You know what? You just know. "

"Hello, Mr. Yu? I'm telling you, oh, that child is dying. I hope you can come to the hospital at once ... You have black spots on your body, and the doctor says it's really dangerous ... If you don't come, I'm afraid you will ... ""This is the pediatric ward, and I'm Dr. Huang, a pediatrician ... Yes, your child has ... it's 12: 30, and we've tried our best to give first aid, but .. it's a cerebral hemorrhage, and there's nothing we can do. We ate oxytetracycline last night, and your father came today ... What? Are you here to go through the formalities? Great, goodbye. "

"Today we are going to read an elegy by Shakespeare, so don't be afraid. Open Selected Poems, page 53. This is an elegy in Shakespeare's cymbeline in his later years.

Have you ever read cymbeline? It is said that the book Tennyson read before his death was cymbeline. This poem praises the troubles of life, the tranquility of death, the impermanence of life and the inevitability of death. It praises the omnipresence and tolerance of death (death is in your wealth).

The first three paragraphs are meditative, generally discussing the omnipresence and omnipotence of death. The last paragraph is like chanting a spell to the dead, which is a bit' lonely souls and wild ghosts, you can't commit crimes, but alas!' Taste. After reading this, I want to sing in a clear voice, just like Daotu chanting creative dead souls.

Now, listen to me: no exorcist hurt these people! And no witchcraft fascinates you! The ghost will not forgive you! Nothing will come near you! "If you are afraid of ghosts at night, you might as well read this poem by Don Sally and be brave. There's nothing funny about it.

In another 30 years, maybe you will appreciate this poem more. Now let's look at it from the beginning.

The first paragraph says that when you die, you don't have to be afraid of the poisonous flame of the sun or the cold of winter (the child's pain is over). Even if you are a golden couple, Anthony Perkins or sandra dee, you will embrace the soil like a chimney.

Oh, that's not funny. Less than half a century.

Everyone in this classroom has become a pile of bones, a handful of moss and a piece of green phosphorescence (the child stops breathing for three days, just three days). I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have said it so badly, but ...

3. The scene of the rain described by the screenwriter, which has been raining since last night, should be very sentimental.

I can think of rain stains, flowers falling, red scattered fragrance disappearing, somewhat sad, but also somewhat sad. There are countless people who know that they love rain, and the articles about rain are even more eloquent, but I am also a rain lover and have different feelings about rain, so I wrote them.

Rain, in the eyes of different people, has different scenery; Just like the scenery in front of us, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of scenery. Some people like rain, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different.

Su Dongpo's study is called "Xiyuzhai", which shows that he is a rain lover. But Zhou Zuoren, a modern celebrity, named his study "Bitter Rain". Although I can't judge whether I like the rain or not, I can see that Mr. Zhou is somewhat helpless about the rain. I also know that my friend, who has been away from the annual rings for many days, once called her boudoir "Listening to the Rain", thinking that she is also a person who loves the rain and has different feelings for it.

Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood. It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded? However, rain is rain. It won't come because you like it, nor will it go because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the splendor of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there would be no sunny sunshine.

It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. I was born in the rainy south of the Yangtze River, so I have to say that I am familiar with rain. Supposedly, it should have been blind and indifferent. But I have a surprise and freshness for the rain.

Every rainy day, I always love to wander in the rain, so that the sweet and pure rain is sprinkled on my body and soaked in my skin; The drizzle takes away the dust and haze in my heart and makes my mood clean and bright. Rain is a gift from heaven, and it is a sweet spring that benefits the world. It makes everything lush and full of vitality. What would the world be like without rain? There are deserts everywhere, sandstorms everywhere, and sandstorms are flying all over the sky; If there are no birds, no animals, not even a trace of green, and life disappears here, how horrible and terrible it would be.

The rain in the four seasons is also different due to different seasons and seasonal changes. Spring rain is the most beautiful and exquisite, like a shy and charming singing of a girl; Spring rain is also the favorite of literati.

Famous sentences such as "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes", "Silent drizzle in the sky" and "Spring Rain with apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River" are all praises to the spring rain. The dripping girl in the rain lane is probably from the spring rain.

The most enthusiastic is the summer rain, like the sweat of a strong man, with a hearty pleasure; Very fierce, walking fast, crisp and dry, never slow. It not only waters the fields and moistens the seedlings, but also brings coolness to people in hot summer.

People are well aware of its advantages and disadvantages. The autumn rain with a hint of coolness has another taste in my heart.

It is desolate and bleak, and it is very appropriate to say that it is the sigh of the dissatisfied wife whose youth is gone and no longer there. "If you want rain, it will rain on the river, and it will be clear in autumn.

It's getting cold, the wind is getting stronger, the river is closed in the cold, the afterglow is architecture and things are beautiful. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. "

In the autumn rain, Liu Yong's mood is so desolate and helpless. Li Yian also described her loneliness, sadness and sadness in Autumn Love. "Indus raining, dripping at dusk.

This time, what a sad sentence! "。 In fact, people's joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, sadness and rain have nothing to do with it? There seems to be little rain in winter, and even fewer people like it.

But I think it's like a few clear tears shed by a strong man whose wrist is broken and never returns. It is cold, resolute, tragic and heroic. People can't help but give birth to some respect.

The glitz and noise of the world need us to treat it with a normal heart, and so does the rain. Only by getting rid of impetuousness and being more calm can we appreciate its interest and poetry and feel its exquisiteness and beauty. When I wrote these words, it was still raining, and I couldn't help feeling a little hurt and spring again. Unconsciously, spring deepened and summer came silently.

Isn't that how youth grows old, and dreams fade away quietly ... Rain, with emotion, has different scenery in different people's eyes; Just like the scenery in front of us, a thousand people have a thousand kinds of scenery. Some people like rain, some people hate it, some people sigh, some people are crazy, and they feel different. Su Dongpo's study is called "Xiyuzhai", which shows that he is a rain lover. But Zhou Zuoren, a modern celebrity, named his study "Bitter Rain". Although I can't judge whether I like the rain or not, I can see that Mr. Zhou is somewhat helpless about the rain.

I also know that my friend, who has been away from the annual rings for many days, once called her boudoir "Listening to the Rain", thinking that she is also a person who loves the rain and has different feelings for it. Rain, like flowers and trees, whether it can become a landscape depends on people's mood.

It is a kind of beauty to meet the rain after a long drought, no matter who looks at it; Who doesn't get upset when it rains and the levee is flooded? However, rain is rain. It won't come because you like it, nor will it go because you hate it. What's more, you can't see the splendor of the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Without rainy clouds, there would be no sunny sunshine. It's raining, and the weather is changeable. It was clear in Wan Li just now, and now it's raining in Mao Mao.

After receiving the brilliant sunshine generously given by Grandfather Sun, the earth was baptized by drizzle. Everything in the world seems to meet the rain for a long time and sway in the drizzle.

I held up an umbrella and walked in the rain, as if I had held up my own world with this small umbrella. Looking at the misty and rainy scene, I have an inexplicable impulse in my heart.

I resolutely put down my umbrella and walked into the rain. Like a naughty child, I really felt the sweet dew rain endowed by nature. , often unexpectedly broke into people's lives, making people unprepared; Rain is more like a kind mother, stroking the earth and washing its body; Rain seems to be a summer girl.

4. The screenwriter was asked to describe the footage of the rain scene, and suddenly it began to rain, sometimes big and sometimes small. When you listen carefully, you will find the rain amazing. At this time, only the sound of rain, ding-dong, ding-dong, that kind of melody is unforgettable. I like listening to the rain and feeling this unspeakable beauty.

I heard the rain playing a new tune. Some fell into the water, with a ding-dong, which was amazing; Some people play games in the trees, touch the leaves and make a rustling sound. This different voice attracted me, and I was reluctant to leave. The rain stopped, and I stood under the tree, lost in thought. Suddenly a heavy rain fell on me. I think the rain was moved by my concentration. Give me a special gift. Suddenly, my heart seemed to flow into the sweet rain.

5. Ask the screenwriter to describe the rain scene. Suddenly it began to rain, sometimes it was big and sometimes it was small.

When you listen carefully, you will find the rain amazing. At this time, only the sound of rain, ding-dong, ding-dong, that kind of melody is unforgettable.

I like listening to the rain and feeling this unspeakable beauty. I heard the rain playing a new tune.

Some fell into the water, with a ding-dong, which was amazing; Some people play games in the trees, touch the leaves and make a rustling sound. This different voice attracted me, and I was reluctant to leave.

The rain stopped, and I stood under the tree, lost in thought. Suddenly a heavy rain fell on me.

I think the rain was moved by my concentration. Give me a special gift. Suddenly, my heart seemed to flow into the sweet rain.