Poems about rain and sunshine

1, the wind returns to the clouds to break the clear rain in Chu, and the lake is warm.

Bai Juyi: Early Spring Tang Dynasty in Nanhu Lake

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.

Explanation:

The spring breeze dispersed the clouds, the shower began to stop, the weather just cleared up, and the sun shone on the lake, warm and bright. Full of apricots, broken red spots; The newborn green apples are neatly covered with water. The white goose was wet by the rain and its wings were heavy, so it had to fly low. The yellow owl's tongue is also quite rough and doesn't listen to her. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is bad, but that I'm sick and my interest has decreased.

2, the blue moon is clear, the clouds are far away, who is in charge of spring.

Song and Qing Dynasties: Liu Chenweng

I went from Yihai to Shangyuan and recited Li Yian's Happy Forever, which made me cry. It's been three years. Every time I hear this word, I can't help myself, so I just follow its voice and believe it is easy to understand. Although words are not as good as feelings, they are miserable.

On Chu Qingyue, the clouds are far away, who cares about spring? The forbidden garden is cold, the lake embankment is tired and warm, and the forepart is so steep. Sweet dust is dark, lights are bright, and people are lazy to go hand in hand. Who knows, smoking is forbidden and nights are forbidden, and the city is full of wind and rain.

Xuanhe old days, Lin 'an south crossing, Fang Jing still. When you are displaced from place to place, the wind blows for three to five times, and it is the most bitter to be able to say what you want to do. There is no road in the south of the Yangtze River. Tonight in Zhangzhou, who knows whether it is bitter or not? Empty relative, residual red insomnia, full of village community drums.

Explanation:

It's raining at dusk, like a bright moon rising. Clouds are as beautiful as black, floating faintly in the distant sky. Who does this beautiful spring scene belong to? The imperial garden of the Forbidden City is slightly cold, and the bank of the West Lake is tired and warm. The former Liu Lang is here again. I didn't expect it to be so cold. I remember the night before, the traffic was heavy and the road was dark with incense dust.

In Ming Can, colorful lanterns make the night as bright as the day. I'm always in no mood to watch the lights hand in hand with others. Who knows, night walking will also be banned on the last night, and people will go to the building, and the city will be full of wind and rain.

I still remember the old days of Xuanhe. Until I crossed Lin 'an to the south, the last night was still bustling. Nowadays, almost all the hard-collected stone paintings and calligraphy have been lost. The Lantern Festival has no intention of dressing up, and the sideburns are flying around. It is the saddest thing to write a poem that hurts when you feel confused. Now there is no way to go in Jiangnan, and there is no place to send me around.

I think of Du Fu who was trapped in Chang 'an by the rebels, and I miss my relatives in Zhangzhou at the foot of the mountain. Who knows this horrible mentality now? From the dim nameless remnant lamp, sleepless night, there is a village full of club drums.

Despite all the gloom, Su E recovered in the evening.

Chu Qing on the night of the lantern test: Wu Wenying in the Song Dynasty

Despite all the gloom, Su E regained his spirits at night. Dark dust can't bear it. Crispy lingbodi. ?

The road started again, as if in front of the light. Love is like water. Xiao Lou smoked the quilt. In the dream of spring.

Explanation:

After the rain, the clouds all over the sky were blown away by the wind, and the bright moon revealed a beautiful moon, just like Chang 'e had just taken a bath and was refreshed. Although the street is full of traffic and beautiful women with light posture, there is no dust, because the road surface after the rain is wet and soft and can't stand the dust. I am now revisiting my hometown in Beijing, and I vaguely remember watching the lanterns that day.

I can't forget her tenderness, and my thoughts are as hard to stop as running water. A person returned to the small building, was held by Xiang and slept alone, entered a warm spring dream, and heard music in a trance.

4, the night rain even the grass in the next spring, the charming clouds are warm and sunny.

Chu Qingyou Canglang Pavilion Song Dynasty: Su Shunqin

It was a spring rain all night, and it didn't stop until dawn. The river rose, and thick clouds covered the sky, sometimes cloudy and sometimes hot, and the weather was warm.

There is no one in the shade, the color of the sun is dim, the flowers and bamboo are quiet, and the sound of birds comes from it from time to time.

Explanation:

A spring rain fell all night and didn't stop until dawn. The river rose and the clouds were thick, covering the sky. It's sunny, cloudy and warm. There is no one in the curtain, the sun is dim and the flowers and bamboos are silent. Several birds sing from time to time.

5, light rain Chu Qing back to the night. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection.

"Deadpool Xiao Yu went out to Qing Zhao" Song: Wang Shen

The rain stopped long ago, the clouds cleared away, and the sunset shone in the yard. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection. The breeze is blowing gently, Yang Liuyi. Countless young and gentle sharp horns, like jade tin.

In such a garden, the scenery is beautiful. Wandering back, not in the mood to enjoy pleasure. Sitting alone at dusk, no one in the courtyard. Melancholy is the sadness in my heart, but also the grace of the old man.

Explanation:

At the beginning of the light rain, the clouds stopped and the sunset shone in the courtyard. The reflections in the golden pagoda and the lotus pond are now present. The breeze blows gently, and the willows are reluctant. Countless delicate lotus flowers have sharp horns, like green cymbals. Such a garden has infinite beauty. Returning from wandering, I am not in the mood to enjoy this happiness. Sitting alone at dusk, the courtyard is empty. Melancholy, pain and boredom aggravated the haggard of the old man.