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Sentences describing rain.

The rain in June, like a child's face, changes.

It kept raining, like hanging curtains outside the window.

2) Spring rain, like thousands of silver threads, falls from the gentle south wind.

3) Summer rain fell on the earth, rolling up a piece of light smoke, and the earth seemed to burst into laughter nests.

4) Big drops of rain come like bullets, which makes the leaves ring loudly and hurts when they fall on people.

5) In the blink of an eye, the sound of rain turned into a roar, and the sky cracked countless holes. The rainstorm merged into a waterfall and poured down to the ground.

It is raining harder and harder. Looking out, I saw a blur between heaven and earth.

7) Rain drops down the eaves, first drop by drop, and gradually forms a thin line.

8) Raindrops hit the pond, splashing countless white splashes.

9) Fine and soft rain silk weaves a big net and hangs from the clouds to the ground.

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Shiny spring rain, like a group of naive dolls, gathered in the sky, knocked down, made babies, and jumped into the arms of Mother Earth.

The spring rain is continuous, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally.

The spring rain kept falling, and the thin rain silk woven into a huge net, hanging from the clouds to the ground. The dark mountain in the distance, the pink peach blossom nearby, the green poplar and the soft willow branches are all shrouded in this boundless net. This net is a gauze skillfully woven by Miss Chun, covering the sky and the sun.

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Raindrops, like broken beads, drop by drop fall on the puddle formed by rain. The spring rain dyed the mountains green; Dye the water green and the stone road green.

Raindrops are like thousands of paratroopers, jumping from the air and landing safely on the ground.

Raindrops are connected together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.

The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like a line running towards vegetation and walls.

When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.

Rain floated down from the sky like ten thousand silver threads, and a row of drained water drops fell from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.

It is drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.

The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop fell into the soil, and the other drop fell into the grass mouth, and it could not be found.

Raindrops fell on my head and body, and I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.

Thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead.

It rained cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathered in the street to form a stream.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.

Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.

Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky.

The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.

Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas.

The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring time and space.

Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering.

In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed.

There was a light rain in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still very slippery. Autumn crops in the fields on both sides were washed away by rain, pearls were crystal clear, and there was a fresh and moist fragrance in the air.

The strong wind rolled the heavy rain like countless whips and hit the glass window hard.

I saw the North Sea roaring. Showers beat the ground, and the rain danced and splashed.

Autumn rain is like smoke and fog, floating silently in the rubble, on the litter in the open space, getting wet on the ground, the house and the trees.

Spring rain, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments, is woven obliquely.

Autumn rain shines all over the sky like a pearl, fluttering and swaying.

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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.

Suddenly a north wind blew, and a dark cloud rose from the northern horizon, mixed with lightning and thunder. In a flash, the wind blew hard and dark clouds filled the sky. Then rain drops as big as peas fell from the sky and slammed on the window. Another thunderbolt was deafening. In an instant, the raindrops were connected in a line, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky fell.

Late one night, the sky was overcast, thunder followed by thunder, and lightning and thunder flashed in the sky. The wind, blowing hard, the branches creaked by the wind, and suddenly, it rained cats and dogs.

On Sunday afternoon, I sat at the window and did my homework. This room looks particularly stuffy. Suddenly. It was getting dark and there was a strong wind. It will rain. I quickly closed the window.

After a while, the dense raindrops fell and slammed on the glass window. It is raining harder and harder. I looked out through the glass window, and there was a huge bead curtain hanging between heaven and earth. Rain fell on the tiles on the opposite roof, splashing on the roof like a thin layer of smoke. The rain ran down the eaves and began to form a line like a broken bead. There is more and more water on the ground, which flows into streams.

Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains

Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.

After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)

Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.

But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")

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 clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "On the Mountain")

5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")

6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th)

7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu: "Qingming")

8. Wu, a cold rainy night person, is seeing Chu Mountain off. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)

9. The Acropolis is soaked in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")

10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing")

Jiang Yu is decadent.

The hazy mountains presented a rare sight in the rain and fog.

The gale before the storm.

After the rain, the blue clouds dispersed.

When will I hear your voice again, all night in the rain?

Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain

The heavy rain fell on you Yan.

White rain and beads jumped into the boat.

A rainy season

But now I remember that night, that storm.

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.

There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains two or three times in front of the mountain.

It's freezing and rainy, and it's night in Wu, and Chushan is quiet.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.

Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.

Rain or shine, I will realize my wish.

Cold and sad. For the pavilion, it was late and the shower began to rest.

The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning against the railing to rest the drizzle.

Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.

Green bamboo hat, green clothes, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.

The lamp on the bead curtain shook my lonely heart and went home. There were two red mansions facing the cold and hiding in the rain.

The small building listens to the spring rain, and the Ming Dynasty sells apricot flowers.

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Weicheng rainy city is clear of dust, and the guest house is green and willow.

I passed away yesterday, and the willows are reluctant; It rained when I thought of it today.

Hi Gu Feng, it's cloudy and rainy.

Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

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

In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

Yu Meiren? Listen to the rain.

Jie Jiang

Teenagers listen to the rain in the song building,

The red candle is weak.

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

Jiang Kuoyun's Wild Goose is called West Wind.

Now listen to the rain monk,

The temple is full of stars.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,

Drop by drop, the next step is not started 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 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. How many towers were there in the misty rain?

It was windy and rainy 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 green, fat and red.

Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

Sycamore tree, night rain. 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. .

Thunder bursts in winter and rain and snow fall in summer.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning 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, frogs are everywhere in the pond with rain and grass.

Tears fell from her sad white face, and pear blossoms brought spring rain.

Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's Little Crimson Lips

Pink butterflies both dance over the threshold, and curtains are rolled up later in the day to drive away the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"

A bell ringing in the rain

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, 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. The cliff is already a hundred feet of ice, and there are beautiful flowers.

In Budze in spring, everything gives birth to brilliance-

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors-"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi.

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. The most beneficial spring of the year is better than the smoke willow pouring into the imperial capital-Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department to Early Spring.

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Song Shi's Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River.

Waiting for the east wind will always be spring. -Spring in Song Zhuxi.

I want to get wet by clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, but my face doesn't feel cold. -"Jueju" Southern Song Dynasty Zhinan monk.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek"

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.

Ancient poems describing summer

Lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the sky, and lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors ―― Yang Wanli's A Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.

In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -Song Zhao Shi Xiu is an invitation.

Why don't you like wheatgrass? Trees in summer are lovely. -Close My Topic in Dark March.

Red and purple turned into dust, and with the rhyme of cuckoo's land tour ringing in early summer, summer began again.

Ancient poems and famous sentences describing autumn

The setting sun is lonely, and the autumn water is the same as the sky —— Preface to Autumn Palace by Don Wang Bo

All the trees are in autumn, only the hills and mountains are shining. -Don Yewang.

Autumn geese are always accompanied by the wind, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine —— Tang Li Bai's Farewell to the Minister at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.

In August, the high wind roars, and my hair is three hairs —— Tang Du Fu's "The Cottage is Broken by the Autumn Wind"

Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a red candle and fanned a small fan to pounce on fireflies. During the day, the night is as cold as water. I lie down and watch "Morning Glory and Weaving Stars-Autumn Night" by Don Mutu.

Blue Sky, Yellow Ye Qiu Waves and Cold Smoke —— Song Fan Zhongyan's Su Curtain Covering.

Ancient poems and famous sentences describing winter

Just like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

Sprinkle salt in the air, but not catkins because of the wind-Xie Jin's snow poem.

Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats, and they blow off the Xuanyuan Terrace one after another —— Tang Libai's Popular in the North.

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

Who cut and carved the snow on the flat ground into this uniform smallpox? -Tang Hanyu's two poems "Li Hua".

Six flying flowers come into the room and sit and watch the bamboo become lovely branches —— On Snow by Don Gao Pian.

A poem describing "the moon"

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone".

The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking".

There is nothing to say when you go to the West Chamber alone, and the moon is like a hook —— Li Yu's Hui Huan.

The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"

It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. -Wang Changling's "The Embankment"

People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. -Su Shi's "Water Tune Songs"

The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? —— Wang Anshi went boating in Guazhou.

Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep. -Zhang Ji spent the night near Fengqiao.

Bright Moon in the Sky, brightening the whole of heaven —— Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance by Zhang Jiuling

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"

In the morning, she saw the change of her hair cloud in the mirror, but she dared the cold of moonlight with her evening song ―― Li Shangyin's untitled.

Write a poem of friendship

After all, the world is just a small place. Said to send Du out of Shu.

I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"

Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. -Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Gao Shi "Don't move big"

Poetry with the theme of "birds"

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn".

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek"

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. -Tao Yuanming's drinking.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

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