Rain Poems in Japan

1. Classic Japanese ancient poetry (the more the better) Spring:

On the ninth day of spring, there are wild mountains.

You'll think about it when you get old.

Flowers, faces, sunny days, the moon and the moon.

The names of spring are Spring, Mountain and Xia Bo.

For the first time, today is a good day.

Zhang Liuyang Gao Yan food is still.

さまざまのことひすかな

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do.

An eggplant variety with two leaves that germinates in the spring rain.

A flower in a mile, a son, a son.

Flowers in the mountains.

The moon is waiting for plum blossoms and hills.

If the weather is bad, it will start to rain in spring.

With the sound of "りやの".

From the mountain road, I don't know what I am doing. I don't know what I'm doing.

Yoshino, I don't know, I don't know

Spring night, cage, people, hall, corner

Larks are empty, empty, empty.

Flowers, songs, songs like sleep.

Spring outing, near the river, loving the people.

ほろほろと Mountain blew away るかその Strait.

Grass lies, flowers borrow.

summer

Du Ruo is like a Shui Ying.

Dye Zhu with rock, and then dye Zhu with rock.

ののやにのせててて Edo local products.

Hundreds of miles away, it's cool under the clouds.

Take off your clothes.

If you don't know what to do, you know what to do.

はまだにほととぎす

The first one is Natsume Li.

In May, it rained, treaded water, searched and tamed the river.

autumn

/kloc-I will stay in the hotel in the month of 0/2382; しるべこなた.

There is a moon, a foot, a fog and a field.

Look at the flowers and cotton bowls on the moon.

Tonight, who is Yoshino? The moon is sixteen miles away.

When you hear about it, you will come to the temple.

Sick geese fall down in the cold at night. They travel and sleep.

Ju Chi, Nara, Gugu.

What's wrong with autumn? What's wrong with autumn?

winter

?まじるはかなな

At the end of the year, there are no straw sandals.

In the past, I cried to death.

At first, I didn't know what to do, but I didn't know what to do.

People live in cold.

This is the first snow, and it is the first snow.

I don't want to give up this jade.

しぐるるやののむほど.

Travel, illness, dreams, drought, wilderness, and so on.

2. Seek the sad songs of the bleak days in ancient times (I), worrying about the rain, sighing in vain.

There is no time to enjoy the spring, but the flowers are already disabled.

The reference is Liu Derun's Poems of One Hundred People in Kokura-Appreciation of Japanese Classical Chorus.

Detain passengers, carry sick bodies and wander in the wild. -Kobayashi's death sentence

Birds cry and fish cry, and they are still sent home in late spring.

Ye Wan's Collection, Kuching and Song Collection, Ise Tale [100] The ancient Japanese poems are just like the notes in Genji Tale said upstairs, which is very nice. . .

Three pictures of "The Second". Edge flowers. Naihe bridge

A river and clear water separate the two banks, and the flowers on the other side are bright and red.

Xianxiansu hand-folded flower stems, never forget the half-life fate.

Looking at the end of the water, I miss it painfully but sweetly.

Sanchahe: the legendary ghost water;

"Flower on the other side": also known as "Manzhu Shahua", it is a flower that grows at the junction of the underworld and the Yang world;

Naihe Bridge: a bridge separating Yin and Yang.

3. A poem (5 poems) about mountains and rivers raining day by day: 1 Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")

2. The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan: At Lusu)

3. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... (Du Fu: Looking at Yue)

Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)

There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. (Wang Wei: Chai Lu)

6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: "Guan Shanyue")

7. Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")

8. Peas are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)

9. Castle Peak cannot be covered, after all, it flows eastward. (Xin Qiji: Bodhisattva Man&; #8226; Book Jiangxi stoma wall ")

10. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. (Su Shi: "Title Xilin Wall")

rain

1. 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")

Day: Purple smoke from Rizhao incense burner/Tomorrow will come and go, there are several tomorrows/It's a pity. On the third day of September, the dew is like a pearl, the moon is like a bow/the mountain covers the day, the ocean drains the golden river/the sunset is far away, the weather is cold, the white family is poor/the desert is lonely, the long river sets the yen/the pure morning, near the old temple, the treetops at dawn/the sunrise makes the river red over the fire, and the river is green as spring blue/every family always changes the old symbol/

Water: 1. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs &; #8226; Jia Jian ")

Where there is water, there are mountains and islands. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)

3. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. (Luo: Singing Goose)

4. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. (Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")

5. There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You: "Tour Shanxi Village")

6. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. (Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")

7. The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci")

At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")

9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")

10. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there are duck prophets in the spring water heating. (Su Shi: "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"))

4. What poems describe the sound of rain, and I don't know how many flowers are folded?

Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" knows the rainy season and when spring will happen. There are seven or eight stars in Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock.

Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" Sky Street is crisp with drizzle, and the grass color is far away. Tang Hanyu's "Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat to cross the wild.

Wei's Xixi Chuzhou is wet and windy. The Southern Song Dynasty monk Zhinan's "Jueju" It rained at home in Huangmei season, and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond.

Song Zhao Shi Xiu's "Guest" is green, so there is no need to look back at it. Zhang's "Fishing Songs" is wet, apricot flowers are raining, and his face is not cold.

Zhinan monk "Jueju" Weicheng is also lightly dusty in the rain, and the guest house is green. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan 20 th Century An Xi" is the 480 th Hall in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers in the misty rain.

Du Mu's "Jiang Nan Chun Jue Sentence" lies at night listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of an iron horse glacier. Lu You's "The Wind and Rain Blows on November 4th" During the Qingming Festival, people on the road are dying.

Du Mu's Qingming Festival is sunny and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. Su Shi's Drinking Chu Qingyu on the Lake has broken mountains and rivers, and his life has experienced ups and downs.

Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingdingyang" hates cloud sorrow, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. Wang Yucheng's butterflies both danced on the threshold, and the curtains were rolled up in the evening to keep out the rain.

Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is an independent person, flying with swift. Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

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.

The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time. Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle.

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

In Ming Dynasty, Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain and sold 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.

Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. The valley came quickly and fiercely, with dark clouds and heavy rain.

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. 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.

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

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. 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.

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.

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. It rains at home in Huangmei season, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond ... tears fall from her sad white face, and pear blossoms bring spring rain.

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 hundreds of feet of ice on the cliff, and there are still flowers and plants, drizzling rivers, weeds and rivers, empty mountains and rainy mountains, but when it rains, the clouds break, when it rains at night, it rains, and pearls jump off the boat.

5. Ask a Japanese folk song about rain for a title and Japanese lyrics.

あめ あめ ふれ ふれ かあさんが

じゃのめで おむかえ うれしいな

Penaeus japonicus

ぴっち ぴっち ちゃっぷ ちゃっぷ

bittibitti tyabbutyabbu

らん らん らん

LAN LAN

あめ あめ ふれ ふれ かあさんが

じゃのめで おむかえ うれしいな

Penaeus japonicus

ぴっち ぴっち ちゃっぷ ちゃっぷ

bittibitti tyabbutyabbu

らん らん らん

LAN LAN

ぴっち ぴっち ちゃっぷ ちゃっぷ

bittibitti tyabbutyabbu

らん らん らん

Hope to adopt

6. What poems describe "umbrellas"? 1. Love in an umbrella

Love is soft in the rain, and the mountains and rivers are quiet.

Whispering under the umbrella, half sheltering from the rain and half hiding from shame.

When you turn to the cold, things are awake.

SDIC Xie Tianci, stretch your feet and sleep at night.

2. "The Fisherman's Pride" Ouyang Xiu)

Leaves have breeze, flowers have dew, and bad eaves and broken walls have breeze.

Take an umbrella to school, poor Cao, and steam it when you get back to the pot.

3. "Journey to the East and Cool to the West"

In the hot sun, the fire umbrella was closed, the screen was opened and the freezer was exposed. Let it fly away in the rain Is it only frogs who are proud, and it is unreasonable to sit back and feel weeds? Peel the bed for your maid. Pity breeds heat. Shui Han has no place to stay. Frightened flight is not allowed to get together for a long time. Top silk, red brocade and white brocade. The more detailed people speak, the better things will be, and God has not been in vain. Mud and sand, heartbroken. April tide, the wind gave birth to thousands of hectares of pu. Forgetting my old place, I lost my way and went to Jiulong Source. We have to go back. Life is rich. Shenhong is dusk, which is very cheap. Miss Lian is jealous. I hate all my friends. Nobody wants me.

4. "operator" Liu Kezhuang

The flowers came from the old nursery and the roots were moved from other places.

Compared with the official fire umbrella, there is a coolness.

Weak ancient costume, elegant and beautiful.

I wanted to pick up Fu Weng and taste the flowers again, so I crushed my brother Shan Fan.

5. "Water Tune" Zengbo Li

The son asked about the service, and the fire umbrella was there that day. How cool is it?

The ancient umbrella was an oil-paper umbrella.

Oil-paper umbrella is a kind of paper umbrella that originated in China, and also spread to other parts of Asia, such as Japan, Korea, Vietnam, Thailand, Laos and other places, where oil-paper umbrellas with local characteristics have been developed. As some Hakkas moved to Taiwan Province Province to settle down, after the birth of China, with the increasing opening up and exchanges, umbrellas gradually spread abroad. During the Tang Dynasty, the Japanese sent 19 batches of "envoys to the Tang Dynasty" to China, with a total of more than 500 people, including doctors, painters, musicians and scholars from all walks of life. They went to China to observe and study China culture, which not only brought China's calendar, astronomy, music, art and other cultures to Japan, but also brought a variety of production technologies and manufacturing processes including umbrella-making technology to Japan.

7. Seeking poems about rain from ancient times to the present, indicating the author and dynasty, according to the historical order "Rain Lane" Author: Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as cloves. She is as sad as cloves and as fragrant as cloves. She was sad and sad in the rain. She wandered in this lonely rainy lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella. Like me, she walked silently in the cold desert, sad and sad, and she was approaching silently. Take another breath. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and floating around me like a clove. She walked silently towards the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, her color dispersed and her fragrance dissipated. Even her sighing eyes, supported by an oil-paper umbrella, wandered alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane.