Poetry of autumn rain and its significance

1, On the Pool after Rain by Liu Ban in Song Dynasty.

After a heavy rain, the pond was full of water and very calm, as if immersed in a gently polished mirror, reflecting the reflection of the house on the shore.

Suddenly there was an east wind, and the drooping willow branches danced gracefully, and the water drops on the willow branches swept through the middle of the lotus leaves, making a constant noise.

After a heavy rain, the pond was full of water, very calm, like a mirror soaked in water and polished gently, reflecting the reflection of houses on the shore. The east wind suddenly rises, the drooping willow branches dance gracefully, and the water drops on the willow branches are thrown into the middle of the lotus leaves, making a constant noise.

2. Song Wu Wenying's "hyacinthus orientalis Listening to the Wind and Rain"

Listen to the wind and rain. Worried about grass and flowers.

In front of the building is a dark road with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness.

In the cold spring, I was drinking wine, and I dreamed of singing warblers. ?

Xiyuan sweeps the forest pavilion every day. Still enjoying the new sunshine.

The wasp frequently pounces on the Xiang Qiu rope. It has both time and delicate hands.

I can't spend my honeymoon with melancholy. The secluded steps are covered with moss all night.

Listening to the wind and rain, a person lives a clear and lonely life. Flowers buried everywhere, I am full of sadness to draft the inscription of buried flowers. The place where I said goodbye in front of the building is now a dense shade. Every wisp of willow has tenderness. It's chilly in spring, and I'm drinking alone, trying to reunite with the beauty through my dream, but I'm awakened by Yingying's song.

I send people to clean the pavilions and Woods in the West Garden every day, but I still come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the new sunny day. Bees often pounce on the swings and ropes you swing on, and the fragrance you leave in your hands. How sad I am, there is always no news of your beautiful image. On the lonely and empty steps, the moss grown overnight has turned green.

3. In the Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha Chao Fuyu is too cold to worry about"

Rainy days are full of cold worries, which can be returned to apricot flowers. Last year, the barrel was high and light.

If you mess up the stove smoke, the sleeves will be purple and the wine will faint. Where in the world to ask affection.

This continuous rain is like constant sadness. I vaguely remember that we went to the apricot garden last year, and we climbed the branches together to pick flowers, which was lightest and neatest than anyone else. The smoke in the incense burner fills the air gently, and the sleeves turn purple in the fire. Wearing a blue shirt, his face is red and dizzy. How vast the world is, there is still no place to find and place that affection.

4. Song Dynasty Yang Wanli's "Showing Your Hatred, Singing Yu He"

In the afternoon, I dreamed of the bottom of the boat, and the fragrance filled the West Lake. The sound of heavy rain hitting the tent surprised the dream at first.

However, it is a pool that jumps in the rain, and the real beads are still together. Gather like a nest of mercury, and clear the waves.

Sleeping in the summer afternoon, I dreamed of boating among the lotus flowers in the West Lake, where the lake was full of smoke and water, and the lotus flowers smelled delicious. Suddenly, a shower like a bean sieve hit the awning, making a sound of "flapping" and "flapping", which woke me up from my dream of enjoying the lotus in the West Lake.

I thought I was enjoying the lotus flowers in the West Lake, but I ended up having a lunch break at home. A sudden rain, lotus leaves hit the pool, I woke up. After waking up, I looked at the lotus pond in the yard. The rain beat against the lotus leaf and the raindrops jumped up and down. Glittering raindrops gather and scatter, scattered like broken pearls, bursting around, dazzling, and finally gathered in the center of the leaves, like a nest of sparkling mercury.

5. Two streams and rains in Cui Daorong in Tang Dynasty.

Back to the pond, the feet of the rain are like reeling, and wild birds can't afford to fly.

If you don't have time to plow and fish, Akita will probably drip.

Sit and watch the dark clouds and heavy rain, and spray mountains in front of you.

Suddenly, there were dark clouds overhead and it was stormy, but it was the night before the mountain came out.

On the surface of the winding pond, the rain is as dense as spinning thread. Wild birds can't take off because of heavy rain, but fish jump onto the surface with surprise. Farmers and anglers have no time to get hemp fibers and hats, and the fields in autumn are looking forward to such a hearty rain.

I sat there and watched the thick dark clouds in the sky spraying rain on the mountain ahead, but it was still sunny here.

Suddenly, the rolling dark clouds with showers sprinkled on my head! However, I was surprised to find that there was a faint sunset on the green peak ahead!