Acacia drizzle poems

1. Xiaoyu wrote the poem "Qiu Si" to send acacia.

Tang zhangji

Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,

The writer's book is full of meaning.

I can't talk about it in a hurry

When the messenger was leaving, I broke the seal again.

Poems describing autumn:

An autumn night in the mountains.

Don

After the rain, the empty mountain stands in the pine forest in the dusk moonlight, and the crystal stone flows in the stream.

Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home, and the lotus leaf gave in before the fishing boat. My friend's prince, spring has passed and you are still here. What does it matter? .

Autumn serenade

Don

Guipo was born with autumn dew, but Luo was so thin that he never changed his clothes.

Andrew worked hard all night, but she was afraid to leave the room and couldn't bear to go home.

Midnight Qiu Ge

Tang Libai

A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating.

Autumn wind blows my heart, forever blowing to Yumen Pass.

Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! .

Qiudeng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building

Tang Libai

In a picturesque river, the mountain looks very clear, the rain catches the mirror, and the rainbow falls on the double bridge.

A cold orange pomelo and an old phoenix tree in autumn. Who will go to the north building, worship the wind.

Night parking on Jiande River.

Tang Meng Hao ran

When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark, and ancient memories began to emerge: how vast the world was, how close the trees were to heaven, and how clear the moon in the water was! .

On Zhang's Autumn in Country-specific Mountains

Tang Meng Hao ran

On the North Peak among the white clouds, you found your quiet seclusion. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.

If the weather is not so refreshing this autumn, the quiet evening may seem a bit sad. I watched the river bank and rested on the beach with the villagers who came home until the ferry came back.

There are trees like a row of grass on the horizon, and islands like the moon by the river. I hope you will come to see me and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival with a basket of wine.

Autumn night

Dondum

Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan at the firefly.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

Climb the balcony

Don du fu

In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach.

Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.

I came from three thousand miles away. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone.

Bad luck has formed a bitter frost on my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick dust in my wine.

the mid autumn moon

Song sushi

The evening clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

the mid autumn moon

Tang Bai Juyi

Wan Li is incredible, adding sorrow and hate to travel around the world.

Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court?

After falling out of favor, the night Ji returned to the hospital was not the time for the veteran to go upstairs.

According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.

2. Poem 1 Describing missing a lover in rainy days, "Little Liangzhou, the window is covered with rain"-Zhang Kejiu in Yuan Dynasty.

The awning window is stormy and awkward. What is Wang Xi Road in Huaiyang? No one asked about the main wine.

The wind was beating against the awning window, and it was raining in Mao Mao, and it was hard to get rid of the haze. I have to think about it and write poems and lyrics. Looking west at Huaiyang, where are you going today? Looking forward to a letter, I took my glass and asked the boatman for a number.

2. "More jade and incense"-Tang Dynasty literature

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

The buttonwood tree outside the window was wet by the cold rain in the middle of the night, whether she was sad for the departure in the room or not. Drop by drop, raindrops pounded the leaves of buttonwood and fell on the deserted stone steps until dawn.

3. A rainy night remembers friends from the north-Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty.

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.

You asked me the date of going home, but it was difficult to decide the date. There is heavy rain in Bashan tonight, and the rain has filled the autumn pool. When can we have a long talk by candlelight and tell each other our thoughts in the rainy night tonight?

4. "Fu, rain and wind send people"-the second visit to the public in Song Dynasty

Wind and rain give people away, and wind and rain keep people alive. The cup and plate leave you in a hurry, and the wind and rain urge you to go. Tears are unclear, eyebrows are still sad. Don't go upstairs tomorrow, it's raining upstairs.

It is the spring rain that sends people away, and it is also the spring rain that keeps people. At the farewell party, people said goodbye in a hurry, and it was the wind and rain that urged people to leave. Tears never dried up, and there was sadness in my brow. Don't look up at the tall buildings when I miss you tomorrow. There is a lot of wind and rain upstairs.

5. Long lovesick rain-Song Si Wanyong

One, one more. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite.

It has been raining, listening to the sound of rain outside the window until it is deep and it is difficult to sleep. The banana in the rain and the oil lamp in the house seem to be sentimental at this time, comforting me lonely.

3. Ancient Poems Describing Acacia in the Rain What ancient poems describing Acacia in the Rain are as follows:

1, the rain hits the pear and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. 636f707962616964757a68696416f31333363396335 _ _ Tang Yin's "Cutting Plum Rain and Beating Pears".

2, Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, rushed. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong

3, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Lonely Cold Building in Huanxisha

4. When the clouds start, the pavilion sinks and the rain comes. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate

5. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

6, stained with clothes to wet apricot rain, blowing the face without cold wind. _ _ _ _ Zhinan's quatrains

7, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an

8. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass is far away. _ _ _ _ Han Yu's "Early Spring is a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring"

9, lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. _ _ _ _ Lu You's November 4th storm.

10, how much is an inch of tenderness? Thin pillow, dream back to peace, drizzle in the morning. _ _ _ _ Hui Hong's Jade Case, Silk Huai Changting Road

1 1, seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three minutes before the rain. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon Walking the Huangsha Road at Night

12, sunrise in the east and rain in the west, sunny but sunny on the road. _ _ _ _ Two Zhi Zhu Poems by Liu Yuxi (I)

13, Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Short Message to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night

14, the world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to send flowers in the evening when it rains. _ _ _ _ Tang Wan's "Chai Toufeng, the world is thin"

15, 480 temple in the south, with many towers and misty rain. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

16, good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

17, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the falling flowers and storms are more harmful to spring. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu "Huanxisha has always been a limited body"

18, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Two Poems Drinking Rain on Lake Chuqing (Part Two)

4. The poem 1 describes the thoughts of rainy days. It was cold and sad, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest. All (dū) people have no intention of drinking at the door and are reluctant to leave. 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. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.

2. Affectionate parting is worse than (n m) since ancient times, leaving the Qing Autumn Festival in the cold! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? The rustling sound outside the window kept ringing, and I was awakened. I looked out of the window, and it turned out to be raining. The road was wet, and the rain fell from the sky and fell drop by drop before my eyes. My heart trembled slightly, and my mood relaxed with the rain in front of me. I haven't enjoyed the rain scene for a long time, feeling the fragrant, warm and unusual rain. The feeling after rain is more relaxed and free, just like washing away your dust and troubles, and everything becomes clean, just like the sky after rain. 4. Blue sky, shining green leaves, glowing green grass, and air with earthy fragrance. The day after the rain is completely different from that before the rain, and the mood is the same. 5. Rain, falling on the ground, soaking in the soil and slowly infiltrating, has a course, bit by bit, which makes me completely unable to feel this process. Until my hair was wet with rain and my eyes were blurred, I couldn't tell whether it was a waterway or a dirt road. I stopped, but I woke up. He has dissolved into my life, just like the process of rain infiltrating into the soil. 7. I like walking on the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzle, feeling and enjoying the scene in the rain; I like to pick up a pen when the rain comes and write some articles about the rain, which is thought-provoking. My feelings are in the rain and melt in it. I like to stand alone in front of the windowsill and watch the rain fall from the sky. The sound of rain forms a beautiful arc in mid-air, and it is a different feeling and comfort to listen attentively to the sound of rain.

5. What poems describe rainy days? 1, Rhyme of the Spring Festival Evening with Full Moon, Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu.

The lush grass is in a mess, and I'm worried about the sunset.

Don't drink short wine, draw a boat in Pinghu and enjoy the willows.

A birdsong, a rainy night and a shareholder wind.

Peach blossoms blow out, where is beauty, and the door is red.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: lush grass and heavy clouds are shrouded in a bloody sunset. I remember drinking goodbye with you in the pavilion. At that time, as now, there was a painting boat floating on the green lake and a beautiful horse under the weeping willow. Birds are singing, and under the spring rain, it brings a shareholder wind. The east wind blew off all the peach blossoms, but the beautiful woman is still far away.

2, "Operator Wind and Rain to Send People" Song Dynasty: You stabbed the public.

Wind and rain give people away, and wind and rain keep people alive.

The cup and plate leave you in a hurry, and the wind and rain urge you to go.

Tears are unclear, eyebrows are still sad.

Don't go upstairs tomorrow, it's raining upstairs.

Interpretation of the vernacular: it is the spring rain that gives people away and the spring rain that keeps people. At the farewell party, people said goodbye in a hurry, and it was also the wind and rain that urged people to leave. Tears never dried up, and there was sadness in my brow. Don't look up at the tall buildings when I miss you tomorrow. There is a lot of wind and rain upstairs.

3. "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin.

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.

You asked me when I would go back, but I haven't set a date yet. At the moment, evening rain is falling, and the autumn rain is full of Hechi. When can I go back to my hometown, and we can talk while cutting candles under the west window? Then I'll be a guest in Bashan tonight and listen to the drizzle and tell you how lonely I am and how much I miss you!

4,' Send He Fu to Long 'an Xiaoyu' Song: Wang Anshi

Waste smoke and cool rain help others mourn, and tears dye their skirts without knowing it.

Except for the spring breeze and the green beach, it's like watching you cross the river.

Interpretation of the vernacular: the smoke in the wild and the cold rain make people even more sad. I didn't even know that tears soaked my collar. Without the spring breeze, the reeds on the river bank are still green, just like when I sent you across the river.

5, "The Leaking Jade Furnace Fragrance" in Ting Yun, Tang Wen.

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter.

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

Vernacular translation: The buttonwood tree outside the window was wet by the cold rain in the middle of the night, whether she was sad for leaving in the room or not. Drop by drop, raindrops pounded the leaves of buttonwood and fell on the deserted stone steps until dawn.

6. What are the poems about missing in rainy days? 1. Song: Li Qingzhao Original: Last night, the storm was sudden, and deep sleep did not consume alcohol.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Although it rained thinly last night, the wind kept blowing. I slept soundly all night, but I still felt a little drunk after waking up. So I asked the maid who was rolling blinds what was going on outside, and she only said to me, "Begonia flowers are still the same."

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers. 2, "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's original text: Jun asked before returning, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. You asked me the date of going home, but it was difficult to decide the date. There is heavy rain in Bashan tonight, and the rain has filled the autumn pool.

When can we have a long talk by candlelight and tell each other our thoughts in the rainy night tonight? 3. The Five Dynasties' "Waves of sand make it rain outside the curtain": Li Yu's original work: it rains outside the curtain, and the spring scenery fades.

Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the rich spring scenery will also disappear. Luo Zhi's brocade quilt can't stand the cold of the fifth watch.

Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.

Running water is gone, and spring is gone. When the sun sets alone, leaning against the railing of a tall building and looking into the distance, my heart will be filled with infinite sadness because I think of the infinite mountains and rivers I had in the past.

It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again. Like red flowers falling from the lost river, they go back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.

4. The Five Dynasties "Crying at Night, Last Night's Storm": Li Yu's original work: Last night's storm, autumn curtains rustling. Candle residual leakage is a broken pillow, so you can't sit still.

The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.

It was stormy last night, and the curtains covering the windows were rustled by the autumn wind. There was an annoying sound of wind and rain outside the window, which rang all night. There are few candles left, and the water in the pot leaks out. I kept getting up and leaning on the pillow many times.

Lying down and sitting up can't keep your head steady. Everything in the world, like running water, is gone forever. When I think about my life, it's like having a big dream. The once rich life is gone forever.

The road leading to the hometown of leading a drunken life and dreaming of death is smooth and there is no sorrow. You can go often, but you can't go anywhere else. 5, "Yu Meiren listens to the rain" Song: Jie Jiang's original: Young people listen to the rain.

The red candle is weak. Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life.

The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listen to the rain monk Lu.

The temple is full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless.

Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn. When I was a child, I listened to the rain on the rostrum, red candles lit up, and the curtains were faint in the dim light.

Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans. Now, people are old, with white hair on their temples, and they are alone at the monk's house, listening to the drizzle.

The experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless, so let the rain drop by drop on the steps until dawn.