Aesthetic Poems of Night Rain

1. Ask for an aesthetic poem or sentence about rain. There is no need to return to the rain because of the oblique wind. -Zhang's "Fisherman's Song" is wet and rainy, and his face is not cold and windy.

-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.

-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.

-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang crossed the Lingdingyang, the mountain was empty after the rain, and beginning of autumn at dusk-(Wang Wei: "Mountain in Autumn") There was no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes were wet-(Wang Wei:)

(Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao) 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet. There is no need to go back to the green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber. (Zhang: "Fishing Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

(Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. On a cold rainy night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone.

(Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

(Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake") The river rain is decadent, the river and the mountains are rainy, and the rain comes strangely. The wind is full of buildings, and the blue clouds are broken after the rain, but it means that the night rain lies in the dead of night listening to the wind, the rain is falling, the white rain is falling, and the beads jump off the boat. It's nice to know that there is a lot of rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but now I remember that night, the storm, pedestrians on the road tried to break their souls. Falling flowers are independent, and the swift flies. Seven Fujian Chu Yun dark rain dark, east and west creek rain pale fog. There is sunshine but misty rain on the road, and there is no rain or shine in life. In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away.

Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy. Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains.

Yu Meiren? Listening to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.

Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge. Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low.

After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant. There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night.

Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk. This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight.

If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold.

Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring. The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.

Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle. In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall down her sad white face, pear blossoms bring spring rain and hate clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry.

-Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad.

The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

If you ask how much free time you have. Yichuan tobacco is full of wind.

It rains when plums are yellow. Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. Spring and Budze have flowers and beautiful flowers, and everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. - "

The most favorable thing is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the smoke and willow pouring into the imperial city-Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty.

-Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring. -Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild.

-Wei's Xixi on Chuzhou is an ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaf is infinite, and it reflects the sun in different ways.

2. Find poems about rainy nights and beautiful sentences about rainy nights 1, Parting with Xin Jian in Furong Inn on a cold rainy night in Wu Changling; 2. Rising Autumn Pool on a rainy night in Tang Li Shangyin's Notes for a friend in the north on a rainy night; 3. But on the rainy night in Tang Li Shangyin's Notes for a friend in the north; 4. Lie down at night and listen. Peony was drizzled all night by Bodhisattva Man and Phoenix in Ting Yun, Tang Wen. Rainy night combined with exquisite day Tang Wen Ting Yun's Bodhisattva Xia rainy night combined with exquisite day 8. Listen to the bleak stone's clear shadow 9. The patter of rain frequently falls on Song Liu Yong. The whirlwind rippled on the face, and the willow smoke was heavy. It snows deeply after the rain, the weather is still cold, and the wine is still sick. Become melancholy. On the pillow, Pingshan is surrounded by green flowers and lanterns, and the night sky is facing loneliness. Moonlight embroidered on pear flowers. Ouyang Xiu's "butterfly lovers, Whirlwind Ripples" 1 1, and the rain at night dyed Tianshui Bisong Yan Shu's "The Fisherman's Proud Chalk and Danqing". Night rain stained the blue song Ouyang Xiu's "The Fisherman's Pride, It's Nothing to Speak of" 13, Nakan's night rain urged Xiao Song Ouyang Xiu's "The Fisherman's Pride, the New Autumn Wind in July" 14, and the stone "Nanxiangzi, Rain Dark Early Sushi" 15. A light rain washed the suburbs all night. The rainy song book "Life before Bodhisattva Road" 17 on the banana leaves overnight, the rainy night in that year when Huang Song listened to the sword "Night Rain in the Year of Mincing Magnolia" 18, and the rainy song Mao "The Spring Tide in front of Bodhisattva Road was sent away" 65438+. A night's rain in Xiting Gan Yuan's Little Red Lips Dark Autumn Clouds 2 1, a night's rain in Xichuang Xiao Zhang's Nine-Day Ascending Road, 22, a night's rain on the empty platform, Long song Deng Su's Huanxi Sand 23, a night's rain in the stream, Wang Songzhidao's The First Day of the Water Tuned Song, 24, a summer night's rain, Jiang Chunpu and Song Fan Chengda's Manjiang River It never rains at night. Song Zhao Changqing's "Water Tunes the Songs to Know Tonight" 27. Raining at night, don't go in a hurry. Song Xin Qi Ji's "The Red Songs of the Man River Set Fu Tuan" 28. Listen to the rainy night in the well. Song Xin's Qi Ji's "A Small Shadow of a Fairy Fight in the Riverside" 29. Night Rain Monk's Window Qi Ji's "Squeaky Word Magnolia Night Rain Monk's Window" 3 1, Night Rain with Wind Gull Song's "Water Tunes the Bones, Only Cherish the Four Seasons" 32, Night Rain About Song's "Manjiang Red Calls Out the Mountain" 33, Happy to know the time, good rainy nights come to Song's "Manjiang Red House is closed" 34. Huanxisha in Hanwo in Tang Dynasty on a rainy night 36. The rainy night in decadence is multi-element. Wang Mian's love and interest 37. Wu Tong's early cool song on a rainy night and Lu You Qiu Si 38. Bitang's new rising song on a rainy night and Lu You Qiu Si 39. The poem of Qing Gong Zizhen at the rainy night gate in Laikou Empty Mountain 12 40.

3. Beautiful poems or sentences about rain. 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 to form a water column. The wind is blowing and it is raining.

A closer look reveals that there is not even a single person in the street. All the water was wasted and turned into a flowing river, and countless splashes rushed to open. From a distance, buildings and trees are blurred. The wind with rain stars, like looking for something on the ground, bumped into the east and west.

No sooner had the pedestrians on the road found shelter than it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, it's really like a waterfall! A gust of wind blew, and the waterfall-like rain was blown like smoke, fog and dust.

Beans-sized raindrops fell to the ground, splashing like a small fountain. When the splash falls on the ground, it becomes a small bubble, which looks like a transparent hat.

It's really interesting to watch the raindrops turn into little hats! It is raining harder. On the roofs and streets, a layer of misty rain and fog is splashed, just like a layer of misty white gauze. At this time, a gust of wind blew fiercely, the white gauze curled away, and the rain fell obliquely on the accumulated water in the street, splashing a lot.

The feeling in the rain has been raining since last night, and it should be very affectionate. 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. 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 bleak 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 disappear quietly ... 2. Children giggle in the moonlight, they jump and jump happily, the straw hat jumps and jumps on their heads, and the surrounding Woods and rivers jump and jump.

The moon girl blushed and hid and smiled. The hidden heart must jump behind the clouds. God-given gold, God-given moonlight rain, from the top of the head to the bottom of the foot, from the outside to the inside, from the bones to the soul, are all golden, transparent, as pleasing to the eye as green, as cool as borneol.

The children stole some lotus leaves, and they caught the golden elves together, and the elves rolled happily. Children should put away the moonlight rain, plant it in the ground next spring, let them sprout, blossom and bear the moonlight rain full of trees, and then give these golden fruits to friends and kindergarten teachers ... Listening to the rain under the eaves every rainy season, I think of listening to the rain under the eaves, which has a unique aesthetic feeling. Although it's not like splashing in the whirlpool of a river, or rushing into the beach of the sea, or a secluded lane in a small town, there is still rain in Mao Mao.

4. The more beautiful the poem about rain, the better. 1, Du Fu's 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.

2. Han Yu's Early Spring is an 18-year-old member of the Ministry of Water Affairs.

The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,

The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.

The biggest advantage is that one spring,

It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.

3. Notes written by Li Shangyin to friends in the north on a rainy night.

June asked whether the return date has not yet been determined.

Autumn pool night rain rises.

When * * * cut off the western window candle,

But words in the rain at night.

4. Lu You's "Lin 'an Spring Rain Begins"

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?

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.

On June 27, 5, Su Shi's Drunk Book at Wanghu Building.

Dark clouds can't hide the mountains.

Bai Yu jumped into the boat.

The wind comes and blows away,

Overlooking the lake, the water is like the sky.

6. Yang Wanli's Listening to the Rain

Last year, I returned to the ship to live in Yanling.

When the rain hit the awning, I heard the light.

Last night,

It's called the sound of a dream tent.

7. Zhao Shixiu's The Guest

It rains at home in Huangmei season.

Frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

I can't make an appointment for midnight,

Knock the chess pieces at will and fall black and blue.

8. The rain in Jianmen Road.

Dust and wine stains on clothes,

Travel is everywhere.

Is this body a poet?

Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle.

9. Li Qingzhao's Dream.

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat and thin!

10, Liu Yongling

Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?

1 1, Dai Wangshu's rain lane

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

As if wandering in the leisurely.

Lonely rain lane,

Hope to meet.

One sample at a time.

A sad aunt.

She does.

Lilacs have the same color,

Fragrance is the same as Ding Xiang.

Ding Xiang is a kind of sadness,

Mourning in the rain,

Sadness and resentment seem awkward;

She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane,

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me.

Momo is gone,

Cold desert, sad and clear, melancholy.

She approached quietly.

Get close and throw again

Too much eye light,

She floated by.

Like a dream,

Sad as a dream.

Like floating in a dream

A fragrant land,

I passed this woman by;

She left quietly, left,

A crumbling fence,

Walk through this rainy path.

In the lamentation of the rain,

Fade her face,

Break up her powder room,

Disappeared, even hers.

Too much eye light,

Ding Xiang's melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

As if wandering in the leisurely.

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to float over.

One sample at a time.

A sad aunt.