What are the poems describing "Thunderstorm Night"?

1, thunder wants to dial three mountains, and the sound of heavy rain is like a hundred rivers.

From the Song Dynasty poet Hongyan's "Er Yun Gong Lei Yu"

Original poem

Secondary Rhyme and Public Thunderstorm

Thunder wants to dial three mountains, and the rain sounds like a hundred rivers.

But I dreamed that a strange chill invaded the guest, just like a stormy wave and silent smoke.

The countryside is full of thorns and running water, and the river has been fishy in recent years.

It's no big deal to knock on the emperor's office at Jiuguan.

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The thunder was shocking, as if to open the three mountains of Penglai, and the rainstorm poured down like a hundred rivers rushing to the embankment. Air conditioning attacks people and can only disturb passengers' dreams. How can it shake and sweep away the smoke everywhere? The countryside is full of thorns and floods, and the Jinbing in Kyoto has been trampling and harassing for many years. I also want to knock on that heavy door and tell the emperor my wish. This is not a big handwriting. Who will listen to my opinion!

There was a party here in the evening, when it was thunderstorm and freezing. ?

From Jia Dao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Poems of Jiang Yi Going to Wu Chu"

Original poem

Recall the history on the river

When Fujian set sail, Toad lost his last contact.

Autumn wind gives birth to Wei water, and leaves are all over Chang 'an.

There was a party here in the evening, when it was thunderstorm and freezing.

Lan Raoshu did not return, and the news was in the clouds.

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It's been several full moons since you set sail for Fujian. When we parted, the autumn wind blew the Weihe River, and the fallen leaves floated all over the capital Chang 'an. I remember that on the night of the farewell party, the thunderstorm made people feel cold all over. Your ship hasn't come back yet, and your news is far from the sea cloud.

It suddenly turned into a red dragon flying, and the thunderstorm was black. ?

From Lu You, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Good Things Come Near Autumn on Lotus Peak"

Original poem

Lotus peak is a good thing in the near autumn.

On the lotus peak in autumn, Gao Nie leans against the sky and blue wall. Who's with Weng Fang? There is a Temple of Heaven. Bright, red dragonfly, dark thunderstorm. Laugh to make it rich, laugh at Zen niches and shudder.

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In autumn, Chen Chong climbed the Lotus Peak and leaned on the cliff. Who's with Weng Fang? Only the Temple of Heaven has a lantern stick. The staff is like a dragonfly, and the mountains are dark and thunderstorm. Smile and say hello to the rainy and fruitful years, only laugh at the monk dragging his mord in vain.

4. Rice seedlings are just waiting for flowers to bloom, longing for blue sky and thunderstorms.

It's from "Parrot Song Farmer's Thirst for Rain" by Feng Zizhen, a poet in Yuan Dynasty.

Original poem

A parrot-like, rain-hungry farmer

It's a cow's back plow every year, and the most annoying thing recently is killing the farmer's father. Rice seedlings are just waiting for flowers to bloom, longing for blue sky and thunderstorms. Hate the sunset, break Yu Hongnan. Looking at the three feet of rain in the world, watch a piece of idle clouds rise.

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Farming behind cows year after year has annoyed farmers these days. The rice seedlings are waiting for the flowers to germinate, and the seedlings are dying, but it doesn't rain on a sunny day. Hateful heaven, regardless of people's desire for rain, let the sunset glow wash away the rainy Bai Hong, and colorful clouds float to the south. The farmers stared at the white clouds, hoping that it would rain three feet on the ground.

5, white rot, dragon and tiger die, black into the Taiyin thunderstorm.

From the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Drama is a Song of Wei Yan and Song Shuang"

Original poem

The play is a song of Wei Yan's "Shuangsong".

A few people in the world painted Gu Song. Bi Hong was old and Wei Yan was missing.

The pen is long and the room is full of moving colors.

Two damaged moss skins and bent iron bars staggered back to the high branches.

White rot, dragon and tiger die, black moon thunderstorm.

Monks are lonely, and Pompeii has no fixed place.

In favor of barefoot on the right shoulder, the pine nuts in the leaves fall forward.

Wei Hou Wei Hou met several times. I have very good oriental silk.

The emphasis on the wonderful part makes the wiping light messy.

Please let me go straight.

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How many people in the world are good at drawing Gu Song? Bi Hong is old and Wei Yan is young. When you stop painting, you will feel that the pine tip is rising, and the audience will be amazed. Two strains of Gu Song spread their moss-covered epidermis, and the coiled high branches were staggered and buckled, like blue iron. Bare trunks are like the bones of dragons and tigers, and gloomy leaves are like low-hanging thunderstorms. A monk from the Western Regions is resting in Chang Song, with gray eyebrows and detached appearance.

Bare-shouldered and barefoot, pine nuts fell to the ground in front of him. Wei Hou, Wei Hou, come to see me as soon as possible. I have a nice plain silk. Its price is no less than splendid satin, which can confuse light and shadow when stretched. I have decorated it flat. Please brush it straight.