What are Du Fu's ancient poems about spring rain?

The Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's ancient poems about spring rain are as follows:

1, Qujiang to fish

Spring clouds cover the garden wall on the city, and the pavilion is fragrant.

The forest flowers are wet and the rain is rouge, and the water is long and green with the wind.

The new army of Longwu was stationed in the chariot, and Furong was not in the temple, burning incense.

When will this money be called, I will be drunk next to the beautiful woman.

Chunyun lies wearily on the wall of Furong Garden. In the twilight, the Jiangting stands tall and the spring scenery is silent. The flowers in the forest are more colorful with raindrops, and the water hyacinth is waving the green belt and pulling the breeze. The scene of longwu's grand trip surrounded by the imperial army is no longer that the dragon is hidden, the doors of the temple are locked and no one burns incense. When did the emperor write to reproduce the grand occasion of the money meeting? Even if it is short-lived, it makes me regain the good times of indulging in golden Li Yin.

2. 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.

Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring when everything is born. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered the fields and paths, and only a little fishing fire from a fishing boat by the river emitted a ray of light, which was particularly bright. When the morning comes, the wet soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguancheng must be a colorful scene.

3. Meiyu

Nanjing Xipu Road, April ripe Huangmei.

Zhan Zhan arrived at the Yangtze River, and the drizzle came.

Hair is sparse and easy to wet, and clouds are dense and difficult to open.

Unexpectedly, Longxi, vortex shore home.

There is a xipu town in Chengdu, which is a very prosperous and powerful town. I happened to pass by this place on April road and saw the beautiful scenery here. Trees are full of yellow plums, and the deep and clear river flows to the Yangtze River. It began to rain in Mao Mao, wet the thatched roof, covered the mountains with clouds, and watered the fields with spring water. It seems that dragons play in the river all day, forming a vortex to reach the shore and come back.

4. "Water Threshold of Two Hearts, Part I"

The hut is far away from the hustle and bustle of Chengdu, with a spacious courtyard, no villages around and boundless vision.

Clear water, almost drowning both sides; Green trees and flowers in full bloom in the evening.

It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky.

The city is crowded with thousands of people; There are only two Three Lamps District here, and it's free.

The thatched cottage is far away from the hustle and bustle of Chengdu, with a spacious courtyard, no villages around and endless vision. Bicheng River almost flooded both banks; Lush trees, flowers in full bloom at dusk. It was raining in Mao Mao, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows squint across the sky. The city is crowded with100000 families, bustling; There are only two Three Lamps District here, which is very leisure.

5. "Water Threshold of Two Hearts, Part II"

The weather in Sichuan Province often rains at night, and the sky is clearly clear by the railings beside the water.

The flowers were drenched by the rain, the trees were covered with thick puddles, and my clothes and pillows were dry.

I can't bear the current infirmity, but also the utilitarian and floating value.

Pour the wine slowly, I rely on it to accompany me for a lifetime.

It often rains in Sichuan at night, and it can be seen that it is clearing up by the railings near the water. Flowers and leaves were wet by the rain, the Woods were full of puddles, and my clothes and pillows were dry. I can't bear to be sick now, and I still value utility and fame and fortune. Pour the wine slowly, and I will spend the rest of my life with it.