Poems and ancient poems about rain sorrow

Poems about rain are sad 1. Poetry about rain should be sad. Thank you very much.

The wind is cold, the rain is cold, and the crow outside the window is urgent. If you meet a gentleman, you don't have to worry about it? The wind blew through the rain, and there was a cock crow outside the window. Why not be embarrassed when you meet a gentleman? The wind and rain darkened the sky and the cock crowed outside the window. Didn't Hu Yun like seeing a gentleman? -The Book of Songs "The Storm"

Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are one, but dare to be with you! -"Evil" by Erhan Yuefu

Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl. Skillful hands, make a loom. Tears fall like rain all day long; How clear and shallow the river is! Between water and water, there are no words. -"Cowherd Star" two Han Yuefu

Calendar barnyard grass * * * to follow, once resigned. Water is injected to the east, and there is no turning back to the west. The rainy night falls on the empty steps, and the light of dawn leaves the room in the dark. I don't drink when I'm sad. When can I be together? -He Xun in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, "Leaving Sorrow at Night"

The guest misses for a hundred years, but walking alone weighs a thousand miles. It rained black in the river, and the waves and Whitestorm began to rise. -In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, He Xun sent "

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. -Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Cao Qinghu, Wan Li, and Huang Meiyu. I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha"

The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Early Spring in South Lake"

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. -Tang Bai Juyi's Preface to Pipa.

Red banjiang bridge green wine flag, pavilion baby palace sunset warm. Poor rain stops the east wind, and thousands of trees hang down separately. -Yang Liuzhi by Don Bai Juyi

Crying early, I rested again, and the residual light went out again. Through the window, you know that it rains at night, and bananas speak first. -Tang Bai Juyi's Rain at Night

The Badong ship went to Brazil, which was rough and stormy. Polygonum hydropiper is cold and red, and Gracilaria leaves are blue and sad. -Tang Bai Juyi's Bamboo Branch

Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless. The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window. -Tang Bai Juyi's Shang Yang White Haired Man

Three cold autumn nights, a comfortable old man. After lights out, sleep in the beautiful rain. Grey thermos flask, fragrant warm quilt. The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red. -Tang Bai Juyi's Sleeping in Autumn Rain

Xiyuan Post Road hangs at the head of the city, and Jiangting has not collected rainwater. Jun, try to divide the water. White clouds are still like Han and Qiu. -Don Cen Can's "Sending Judge Li to Jinjiang to Take Autumn Poems"

When the rain stopped, Yang Lin went boating in Yonghe for three days. The old friend's home lives on the bank of the stream, on the bank of the river, and there is a peach forest. -Tang Changjian's "Looking for Li Jiuzhuang in Three Days"

Guests traveling in the rain will have a rest in Tianjin immediately. Shan Gong San Fu, the door closed Kyushu. Sichuan takes Shaanxi Road, and the river flows around Huayin. Late arrival, the wind and smoke Wan Li sorrow. -Don Cui Hao's Tongguan Building

Overlooking Chang 'an, Kyoto, on Gaoshanhua Mountain, these three peaks stretch into the sky without artificial cutting. The clouds in front of the emperor's temple will dissipate and the cactus will be green. Depending on the terrain of this land, how difficult it is to cross Chang 'an westward and reach Han Zhi. Excuse me, fame and fortune of roadside, why do you live here? -Don Cui Hao's "Crossing Huayin"

The wildfire on the mountain is cold and burning, and the butte is wet in the rain. The Han people were nervous when they saw the fireworks on the mountain, but when they heard that there was no war in western Liaoning, they settled down again, bought wine for recreation, and often lay drunk in hotels. -Don Cui Hao's "The Wild Gate of the Conference semifinals"

Liu Wanmei hangs on the cool moon, and the Zhongshan mirror looks more. Peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight. -Don Dai Shulun's "Lanxi Acura"

Second, I jumped up to chew, saved my life and looked for Mo Dan.

The grass grows in Suxi Pavilion. Who will lean on when the east wind stops for twelve days? Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. -Don Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion

Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried. The new ghost wails there, and the old one is loudest in the stormy dark sky. -Tang Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop

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. -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Swan has soared away from the sun and the moon, maple leaves have turned red, and autumn has declined. -Tang Du Fu's Notes on "A Letter to Han Shi"

There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. -Tang Du Fu's "The Hut Was Blown by Autumn Wind"

What's the need to count clouds and rain? However, you see, the ancient Guan Zhong, the rich and poor gentleman's Bao Shuya, was abandoned like dirt. -Don Du Fu's Poor Bank of Communications

Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups. -Tang Du Fu's "Give Chu Shi Eight Guards"

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Tang Du Fu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Tomb-Sweeping Day by Don Mutu

After the rain, cicadas are noisy, and the climate of pine trees floating in the wind has been spread to autumn. Moss covered the steps, and Bai Niao deliberately stayed behind. -Tang Du Mu's "Topic Yangzhou Temple"

Is it enough?

2. Poems about Rain

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Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. Cherish spring and let it rain.

Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way back is broken.

Pick mulberry seeds with words

Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the atrium, leaves warm the heart, relax and linger.

Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!

Yu Meiren? Listen to the rain.

Jie Jiang

Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,

A red candle makes a fool of itself.

In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,

Jiang Kuoyun's low-cut goose is called Xifeng.

Now listen to the rain monk,

The temple is already full of stars.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,

Go ahead of the next step drop by drop until dawn.

"The Sound is Slow" Li Qingzhao searched and searched, deserted and miserable. It's the hardest to stop when it's warm and cold at first. How can you beat him with three glasses of light wine? Why are you late? The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

Sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave. A leaf, a voice, empty footsteps fall to the light. -Wen, "More Leakage"

There is also a poem "Ding Feng" by Su Shi. I don't know if it counts. Not very regular, not about sadness, but also passing by the rain.

Don't listen to the leaves beating in the forest, why not sing and walk slowly? Bamboo straw sandals are lighter than horses, who is afraid? Misty rain lasts for a lifetime.

The cold spring breeze woke me up, and the weather was a little cold, but the hills tilted to meet me. Looking back at the bleak land, rain or shine.

-Su Shi's Ding Fengbo

3. What poems are there to describe rain sorrow?

Poems describing rain sorrow include Last Night's Rain Disappeared Suddenly, Huangfaint Rain Weeping, Life's Staggering Rain Drawn to a Level, Huangfaint Rain Rest, and Bleak Evening Rain Learning.

The source and appreciation of poetry;

Like a dream. It suddenly blew and rained last night.

Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao

Last night, the wind and rain broke out suddenly, and I slept soundly and didn't eliminate the residual wine. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same. Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

This poem, with its characters, scenes and dialogues, fully demonstrates the expressive power of the language of Song Ci and the poet's talent.

"It rained last night and suddenly it blew" means it rained last night and blew badly. Sparse means sparse writing, not the usual sparse meaning. It's spring, and the famous flowers are just right, but the wind and rain are coming, so I'm in a bad mood and can't sleep, so I can only drown my sorrows by drinking. I drank too much and slept like a log. As a result, I woke up and it was already dawn. But last night's mood was already across my chest, so we have to ask what is hanging in the air together. So, she asked the maid who cleaned the house and opened the blinds: What happened to Begonia? The maid took a look and smiled and replied, "Yes, Haitang hasn't changed at all after a night of wind and rain!" The hostess listened and sighed; "Silly girl, do you know that Haitang is less red and more green? ? "

Huanxisha swims in autumn waters in Qingquan Temple.

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.

The buds just growing at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pine trees is washed away by the rain. In the evening, the rain began to trickle down, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest.

Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

This word starts with the landscape, but its original intention is to explore the philosophy of life and express the author's love for life and optimistic attitude towards life. The whole poem is like a high-spirited symphony of life, an old-fashioned declaration, revealing the call for youthful vitality and the yearning and pursuit for the future, which makes people constantly strive for self-improvement.

The first part describes the elegant scenery and environment of Lanxi in late spring and March: the stream is gurgling at the foot of the mountain, and the bluegrass on the shore has just sprouted delicate buds. The sand road between pine forests seems to have been washed by clear springs, spotless and extremely clean. It was raining in Mao Mao in the evening, and cuckoo's cry came from outside the temple. The author selects several characteristic scenery and depicts a bright and fresh landscape painting, which is immersive and refreshing, showing the poet's feelings of loving nature and persisting in life.

Crossing the ocean of zero

Year: Song Author: Wen Tianxiang

Once you encounter hardships, the stars are around.

The mountains and rivers are broken, and the life experience is stormy.

The emperor was afraid of the beach and said he was afraid of the emperor.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

Wen Tianxiang (1June 6, 236-12831October 9), a native of Luling, Jizhou (now Ji 'an County, Jiangxi Province), was a national hero of the Southern Song Dynasty, formerly known as Sun Yun, with auspicious characters. After Gong was selected, she changed her name to Tianxiang, and her handwriting improved. Baoyu changed his name to Song Rui after winning the first prize in four years (1256). Later, because he lived in Wenshan, he was named Wenshan, and there was a floating Taoist. Wen Tianxiang was handed down to future generations in the name of loyalty and righteousness. During his capture, Yuan Shizu surrendered with a high official and generous salary. Wen Tianxiang would rather die than surrender, and go to justice calmly. His life story is praised by later generations, and he is also called "the three outstanding men in the late Song Dynasty" with Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie.

Huanxisha

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

There is no one near the house. There is rustling rain in the evening.

Who pity ji zi's mink and fur? I hope I have no hope in this world.

It seems that you must ask the ancients. Cold pines and cypresses are willing to surprise autumn.

Su Shi (1037-1101) was a writer and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. The word Zizhan, also known as He Zhong, is called Dongpo lay man. Han nationality, Meishan, Meizhou (now Sichuan). Together with their father Su Xun and brother Su Zhe, they are called Su San. He is an all-rounder in literature and art, and his writing style is unrestrained and fluent. He is also known as Ou Su with Ouyang Xiu, one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties. His poems are fresh and vigorous, and he is good at using exaggerated metaphors. He has a unique style in artistic expression, and is called Su Huang with Huang Tingjian. The uninhibited school of ci has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji; Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and it can be innovative. Writing with a pen is ups and downs, full of childlike interest. And Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang are also called Song Sijia. Painting, like literature, I like to be a strange stone. On painting, I advocate similarity. Poems include "Seven Chapters of Dongpo" and "Dongpo Yuefu".

Hualianbaozhuo coral is as thin as a mountain.

Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu

Baozhuo coral is as thin as a mountain A slow bun is light, and a cloud has sleeves. Last night, a beautiful woman was born. Emotional rotation and phase shift.

Several honeymoons are wrinkled with red waves. Feel the golden hairpin in the dark, sound lock. The dream of Chu and Thai people. Sad sunset rain stained with embroidery.

Ouyang Xiu (1007- 1073), whose real name is Yongshu, also known as drunkard and layman. Han nationality, from Yongfeng, Ji 'an (now Jiangxi), called themselves Luling (now Shaxi, Yongfeng County). Posthumous title Wenzhong and Ouyang Wenzhong were outstanding writers and historians in the Northern Song Dynasty. Ouyang Xiu was born in Mianzhou, Sichuan (now Fucheng District, Mianyang City, Sichuan Province). My ancestral home is Yongfeng, Jiangxi. He was a politician, writer, historian and poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Yong Shu, a teacher of Ouyang Xiu, was named Wen Zhong, a drunkard, and Liu Yiju in his later years. Together with Han Yu (Tang Dynasty), Liu Zongyuan, Wang Anshi (Song Dynasty), Su Xun, Su Shi, Su Zhe and Ceng Gong, they are called "eight great masters in Tang and Song Dynasties".

4. Write poems about rain to express sadness

On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps with anxiety.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. Don't be a taste in your heart.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years.

No! No! No! One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk.

Raise a glass to relieve sorrow (Li Bai's poem). In Li Shangyin's poem "Giving Gifts", there is a poem describing the sadness of bananas without lilac knots and the spring breeze in the same direction. Yan Shu's Huanxi Yarn: A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old and the sun was setting, so I had no choice but to spend it, as if Yan had returned. Young people wandering alone in the small garden path don't know the taste of sadness. They say they are worried about filling in new things and giving them strength.

The west wind still shines, Han Jialing (Li Bai's Qin Yi E) is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the orchids are like towels. Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. In the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple looks for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion looks at the tide on the pillow.

When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return. In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they were heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (A Dream in the South of the Yangtze River) had not come home, and they must be heartbroken when they got home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man).

Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love. In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun.

Heritage is a double emerald. Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha).

I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult. Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful.

(Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze. The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering.

Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi. (Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I was tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year, the moonlight is like practicing tonight, and people are thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's Palace)

Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.

Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, so I wear Zhu Hu obliquely (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, so I don't know (Yan Shu's Drink for you and persuade the setting sun, and leave a night in the flowers.

(Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming. It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. I hate the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberries) rushing by. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better.

(Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch. To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you sleep late, you will be unforgettable, heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi)

Looking at each other silently, tears flow thousands of lines (Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"). From a fine point of view, it is not a small flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Water), which is cold on a lonely sandbar (Su Shi's Operator).

5. Poems about Rain Sorrow

Huanxisha

Year: Song Author: Qin Guan

The desert is cold in the small building, the hooligans of Silver are like poor autumn, and the light smoke rolls on the screen.

Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.

Spread out the Huanxi sand and hook the jade on the real pearl.

Author] Li Jing

Roll up pearls to make curtains and hang hooks. In the tall building, I look like before, and my depression is still locked. The fallen flower in the wind is so haggard, who is its owner? This makes me more and more confused.

The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. I looked back at the Three Gorges at dusk and saw the river falling from the sky.

Travel in Tasha and Biandongshan.

[Author] Li Chi Ngai

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Green all over Dongshan, cold crossing the west. Recognize the place where spring comes. The wind is light and the rain is fine, which is even more worrying. Why is Gao Tang in the sky?

Looking for each other from hatred, drunkenness is not about wine. How many years have wicker been folded? Who knows what it feels like? I lost my soul and sent a sailboat.

6. Poetry related to rain is melancholy.

1. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow.

2. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.

3. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart, one inch of sorrow. Cherish spring, urge flowers to rain.

4. The night rain on the sad pillow, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!

5. Teenagers are listening to rain songs upstairs.

A red candle makes a fool of itself.

In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,

Jiang Kuoyun's low-cut goose is called Xifeng.

Now listen to the rain monk,

The temple is already full of stars.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,

6. The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

7. buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and the feelings of parting are bitter. A leaf, a sound, drops in the light.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.

9. How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, the wind in the city, the yellow rain of plums

10. Nightmare at five o'clock on the roof, and March rain at the bottom of the flower.