What poem do you want to write on rainy days?

1, Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.

In Song Dynasty, Yan's "The Tower in Jianglin County is Locked Up".

After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. ?

I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. (Pingtong: Ping)

Explanation:

In the middle of the night, I dreamed that the balcony door was locked, and the smell of wine faded, but I saw the curtain hanging down heavily. When last year's spring resentment came to mind, people were faint and independent in the falling flowers, and swallows were flying in the breeze and drizzle. I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, wearing Luo clothes and two heavy words. Pipa flick Committee tells the taste of acacia. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.

2, the wine in the new cold knocks on the window rain, and the fragrance is fine in autumn.

In Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man Drinking in the Cold Window"

In the new cold, wine knocks on the window and rains, and the fragrance lingers in autumn. The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet.

Bored lying alone, fingers are too light. Remember the other one, Taohua and Liuwansi.

Explanation:

It was raining in Mao Mao in the warm and cold weather, and the lingering fragrance after drunkenness seemed to imitate the sad mood in autumn. Sure enough, I miss people far away, and even tears have wet my blue shirt. Acacia is beyond words. Sleeping alone makes me feel more bored. Blink of an eye, the good times are gone forever. I still remember the picture of thousands of peaches and willows when I left you. How nostalgic and melancholy all this is.

3, naturally lovesickness is endless, but it teaches the wind and rain to complain about the autumn sound.

Zheng Xie's Ode to Banana in Qing Dynasty.

Banana leaves are affectionate, one is comfortable and the other is raw.

Acacia is endless, but it teaches wind and rain to complain about autumn sounds.

Explanation:

Banana leaves are so affectionate that one leaf unfolds and the other grows. (Banana leaves are mostly curly at birth and don't unfold until a certain degree. The poet thinks it is as endless as lovesickness. ) Banana's own lovesickness is endless, but it's okay. Wind and rain blowing plantains like autumn sounds can arouse infinite sadness.

4. Rain window tears shake Hunan tube. Meaning is long and text is short.

From Xu Wei's backyard flowers, I don't know what the West Lake looks like in a spring in the Song Dynasty.

I don't know the West Lake in a spring. Cui blushed and was tired. Tears shake Hunan pipe in the rain window. Meaning is long and text is short. ?

The only way to be intimate is to carve Liang Yan. Come with me. Dongfeng doesn't care about pipa complaints. Falling flowers blow all over.

Explanation:

I haven't seen the West Lake in a spring, for fear of seeing the flowers outside in this warm spring in bloom. The rain outside the window echoed my tears, waving the pen tube in my hand and expressing my feelings. My mind is so long and my writing paper is so short, how can I finish my sentence? Only Chun Yan on this carved beam knows my heart and flies with me. Dongfeng never knows the sorrow in my pipa, blowing around and blowing the flowers.

5, the rain hits the pear and closes the door, lonely and negative.

From Tang Yin's "Pruning Plums, Rain, Pear Flowers and Deep Doors" in the Ming Dynasty.

The rain closed the pear blossom, leaving youth alone and empty. Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are charming, and the moon is charming.

Sorrow gathers eyebrows, and a thousand tears mark ten thousand tears marks. See the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. When I walk, I miss you; Even when I am sitting, I miss you.

Explanation:

Close the door and listen to the sound of the rain beating pear blossoms outside the window, which failed to live up to youth and wasted youth. Even if you have a cheerful mood, who can you share it with? Under the flower, I feel dejected, under the moon, I feel dejected. All day, I frowned like Dai Feng, leaving thousands of tears on my face. I watch the clouds from morning till night. I miss you when I walk and miss you when I sit!