Poetry about the rain scene in West Lake

1. Sentences to describe the rainy scenery of West Lake

Beautiful sentences to describe West Lake 1. The water of West Lake is still the same as before, the scenery has not changed, but the couple is no longer what it was before.

2. Cao Yi lives in the east of Duanqiao, and his good sentences are as clear as the wind above the lake. Recently, Xiling has been praising Liu Yin, and the peach blossoms are so popular among the beauties.

——Liu Rushi 3. The poetic and picturesque charm of the West Lake cannot be extremely wonderful unless it is the poetic thought of Su Dongpo; It is not easy for a poet to discover the complex local characteristics of life in a city; and it is not easy for a poet to express the essence, atmosphere, and beauty of this place in just four lines of poetry.

——Lin Yutang's "The Biography of Su Dongpo" 4. When you come to West Lake, from the green Emei with stacked smoke racks to the soft red world of the world, is it necessary for you to visit the world? But there is no place like the inner lake, the outer lake, the Su Causeway, or the Bai Causeway that can accommodate you. ——Zhang Xiaofeng's "One by One Wind and Lotus Lift" 5. The gentleman who hides the sword hides the edge and dances the heavy sword, and he lives in the mountains and asks for the water.

The shadow of plum blossoms is fragrant, and the tide of thoughts breaks. Wait for the wind to blow away a pond of lotus flowers, and then I will walk with you through the snow to find plum blossoms and be drunk by the moon. When the tide breaks in the West Lake, dreams are hard to break, and the setting sun tells the story of love and sorrow on the thunder peak.

"Swordsman Love III" 6. "Everything about the oath of eternal love and sweet words turned into smoke in the face of fear. He only thought that I was a goblin and that I could eat people, but did he want to

..I actually love him deeply.." She held the white snake umbrella with only the ribs left, standing in the rain sadly, not as if she was facing it. After thousands of years of loneliness, it is like standing by the broken bridge of the misty and rainy West Lake, proudly and persistently waiting for my lover.

"Jianjia Cangcang," white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. She refuses to be liberated, and she will never let herself be liberated.

The only life locks are those ancient objects , like him, has a long time, a rich history, and watches the changes in things and people from generation to generation - Black Color's "Ya She" 7. "I heard" It is said that it is the season of lotus blooming; I heard that you can overlook the remaining snow on the broken bridge at the top of the Gemstone Mountain; I heard that the Tiger Run at Longjing is a must-take route for literary and artistic young people; I heard that the ten love roads in Hangzhou are so beautiful that people will never leave.

So, when do you have time? Can we realize those things together? While the lotus flowers are not defeated, while the broken bridge is not overcrowded; while we are still young, while love has not gone far.

Without your company, no matter how beautiful the lotus is, it cannot cover up my loss. If it were just me, the legend of White Snake Xu Xian would be even more sad.

If it weren’t for you, I would definitely not be the pure artistic young man you call me. If you say love has nothing to do with you and me, then who can tell me who I can walk the ten most beautiful love routes with this summer.

Sad, sad, sad. 8. I paint your beauty, thinning out the misty rain of the West Lake. 9. The cold wind caresses the maple leaves; the drizzle makes the orioles sing.

Walking along the golden path feels like a joyful trip to a fairyland. The willows sway by the West Lake; the misty rain and blue waves light the boats.

The broken bridge still tells good stories. Song of Everlasting Sorrow under the Lei Feng Tower.

A trip to the West Lake is not a waste of time; you will never forget to enjoy it. In the next life, I would like to be a Xizi person; I will be alone in a beautiful place and be drunk in my dreams.

10. The bustling buildings on the edge of the West Lake, all the lights at night make people sad, sleepless nights in the middle of December are not the best way to be romantic. (Reflections on watching the West Lake in Huizhou on a weekend night) 11. In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, Yu lived in the West Lake.

There was heavy snow for three days, and the sound of people and birds in the lake was all over the place. The day was fixed. I took a small boat, held my lavender clothes and had a fire, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to watch the snow alone.

The rime is foggy, and the sky, clouds, mountains, and water are all white. The shadows on the lake are only a trace of the long dike, a small pavilion in the center of the lake, a mustard with Yu Zhou, and two or three people in the boat.

——Zhang Dai's "Reminiscences of Tao'an Dream·Watching the Snow in the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake" 12. The scenery south of the river is unique, and the West Lake in Hangzhou is unparalleled in the world. ——Liu Ji 13. After the beauty, the West Lake is beautiful, but it is a mess. The flying catkins are misty.

The weeping willow trees are blocked by the sun’s wind. The music and singing dispersed and all the tourists went away.

Begin to feel the spring sky. Drop the curtains.

The return of the two swallows in the drizzle - Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries: The West Lake is Good After the Fragrances" 14. May I ride three thousand horses to the south of the Yangtze River, hand over the mountains and rivers to please you, go boating with you on the West Lake and listen to the rain and fall asleep , riding horses in the Central Plains with you. 15. How can the words of Zen bells and Buddhas persuade people to return home, in exchange for tears falling on the West Lake in March.

16. Yiba Jin Lei Wine. I say goodbye, time flies, and I stay in the rivers and lakes.

The things in the world are too much to look at, which makes you frown. But looking eastward, old friends look up.

The trees fall down the mountain and the sky is vast, sending Feihong away to the north and feeling sad for a long time. Whether the affairs of the world are known to the public or not.

The wind in Qiantang and the willows in West Lake. Crossing the river, a century-old opportunity has never existed before.

Arouse the dream of Dongshan Mountain Valley, don’t cherish the wind and frost veteran. It is necessary to rectify and close the borders as before.

Sooner or later, when the Grand Prix opens its doors, he is a hero and works for the public good. Look at the gold seal, it's as big as a bucket.

——Dai Xiu 17. When spring comes in southern China, the flowers are like embroidery, and after the rain, the water of the West Lake is like oil. ——Lu Zhi.

2. Sentences to describe the rainy scenery of West Lake

Beautiful sentences to describe the West Lake

1. The water of West Lake is still the same as before, the scene has not changed, but the couple is no longer what it was.

2. Cao Yi lives in the east of Duanqiao, and his good sentences are as clear as the wind above the lake. Recently, Xiling has been praising Liu Yin, and the peach blossoms are so popular among the beauties. ——Liu Rushi

3. The poetic and picturesque charm of the West Lake cannot be extremely wonderful unless it is the poetic thought of Su Dongpo; It is not easy for a poet to discover the complex local characteristics of life in a city; and it is not easy for a poet to express the essence, atmosphere, and beauty of this place in just four lines of poetry. ——Lin Yutang's "The Biography of Su Dongpo"

4. When you come to West Lake, from the green Emei with stacked smoke racks to the soft red world of the world, is it necessary for you to visit the world? But there is no place like the inner lake, the outer lake, the Su Causeway, or the Bai Causeway that can accommodate you. ——Zhang Xiaofeng's "One by One Wind and Lotus Lift"

5. The gentleman who hides his sword hides his sword and dances with his heavy sword. He lives in the mountains and asks for water. The shadow of plum blossoms is fragrant, and the tide of thoughts breaks. Wait for the wind to blow away a pond of lotus flowers, and then I will walk with you through the snow to find plum blossoms and be drunk by the moon. When the tide breaks in the West Lake, dreams are hard to break, and the setting sun tells the story of love and sorrow on the thunder peak. "Swordsman Love III"

6. "All the oaths and sweet words turned into smoke in the face of fear. He only thought that I was a goblin and that I could eat people, but did he want to But... I love him deeply..." She stood in the rain holding the white snake umbrella with only its ribs left, not as if she was facing millions of years of loneliness. It's like standing by the broken bridge of the West Lake in the misty and rainy days, proudly and persistently waiting for your lover. "Jianjia Cangcang," white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. She refuses to be liberated, and she will never let herself be liberated. The life locks are only those ancient objects, which have a long history like him, and have accumulated a lot of love. History, watching the changes of things and people from generation to generation. ——Black's "Ya She"

7. "I heard" It is said that it is the season of lotus blooming; it is said that the top of Gemstone Mountain can overlook the Brocade. The bridge is covered with snow; I heard that the Tiger Run at Longjing is a must-take route for literary and artistic young people; I heard that the ten love roads in Hangzhou are so beautiful that people will never leave. So, when do you have time? Can we realize those things together? While the lotus flowers are not defeated, while the broken bridge is not overcrowded; while we are still young, while love has not gone far. Without your company, no matter how beautiful the lotus flowers are, they cannot cover up my loss. If it were just me, the legend of White Snake Xu Xian would be even more sad. If it weren't for you, I would never be the pure artistic young man you call me. If you say love has nothing to do with you and me, then who can tell me who I can walk the ten most beautiful love routes with this summer. Sad, sad, sad.

8. I paint your beauty, thinning out the misty rain of the West Lake

9. The cold wind caresses the maple leaves and the drizzle makes the orioles sing. Walking along the golden path feels like a joyful trip to a fairyland. The willows sway by the West Lake; the misty rain and blue waves light the boats. The broken bridge still tells good stories. Song of Everlasting Sorrow under the Lei Feng Tower. A trip to the West Lake is not in vain in this life; you will never forget to enjoy it. In the next life, I would like to be a Xizi person; I will be alone in a beautiful place and be drunk in my dreams.

10. The prosperous buildings beside the West Lake, all the lights and flowers at night make people sad. Being sleepless in the middle of December is not the best way to be romantic. (Impressions from watching the West Lake in Huizhou on a weekend night)

11. In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, Yu lived in the West Lake. It snowed heavily for three days, and the sound of people and birds in the lake could not be heard. The day was fixed. I took a small boat, held my lavender clothes and had a fire, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to watch the snow alone. The rime is foggy, and the sky, clouds, mountains, and water are all white. The shadows on the lake are only a trace of the long dike, a small pavilion in the center of the lake, a mustard with Yu Zhou, and two or three people in the boat. ——Zhang Dai's "Memories of Tao'an Dream·Watching the Snow in the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake"

12. The scenery south of the river is unique, and the West Lake in Hangzhou is unparalleled in the world - Liu Ji

13. After the beauty of the West Lake Okay, messy red. The flying catkins are misty. The weeping willows lining the stem are exposed to the sun's wind. The music and singing dispersed and all the tourists went away. Beginning to feel the spring sky. Drop the curtains. The Swallows Return in the Drizzle - Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries: The West Lake is Good After the Fragrances"

14. May I ride three thousand horses to the south of the Yangtze River, hand over the mountains and rivers to please you, and go boating with you on the West Lake to listen to the rain and sleep , riding horses in the Central Plains with you.

15. How can the words of the Zen bell and the Buddha persuade others to return home, causing them to shed tears on the West Lake in March?

16. Yiba Jin Lei Wine. I say goodbye, time flies, and I stay in the rivers and lakes. The world is too busy to look at, which makes you frown. But looking eastward, old friends look up. The trees fall from the mountains and the sky is vast, sending Feihong and the north to mourn for a long time. Whether the affairs of the world are known to the public or not. Qiantang Fengyue West Lake Willow. Crossing the river, a century-old opportunity has never existed before. Awakening the dream of Dongshan Mountain, do not cherish the wind and frost. It is necessary to rectify and close the borders as before. Morning and evening, when the shu Ting opens his mansion, he is a hero and works for the public good. Look at the gold seal, it's as big as a bucket. ——Dai Xiuxiu

17. When spring comes in southern China, the flowers are like embroidery, and after the rain, the water of West Lake is like oil. ——Lu Zhi 3. Poems describing the beauty of West Lake on a rainy day

After all, in the middle of June, West Lake, The scenery is different from the four seasons. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty

When it is neither cold nor warm, flowers decorate the West Lake like Xi Shi. "Red Embroidered Shoes" by Zhang Kejiu of the Yuan Dynasty

When spring comes in the south, the flowers are like embroidery, and the water of the West Lake is like oil after the rain. "Happy Spring" Yuan Cao Mingshan

The spring shirt is still there, Xiaoman's needlework has been wet by the rain from the West Lake.

"Jiang Can" from the Tang and Song Dynasties

A clever portrait of the official in the East Pavilion and the scholar in the West Lake. "Huanxi Sand" by Ge Shengzhong of the Song Dynasty

Take a look at the red pills and climb the steps to take advantage of the Spring Festival at the West Lake. "Moon over the Xijiang River" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty

The beauty of the West Lake is great, and the good name of Dongying is good at it. "Recitations of the West Lake" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty

Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing of the West Lake be closed? "Inscribed on Lin'an Residence" by Song Linsheng 4. A beautiful passage describing the rain scene of the West Lake

Hengtang Fan Chengda When spring comes in Nanpu, the river is green, and the stone bridge and the red pagoda are still there.

Every year we see off guests on Hengtang Road, and the drizzle of hanging willows ties the painted boats. "The Slow Sound" by Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty. Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.

Three glasses of wine and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him in the evening? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness! The phoenix trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.

This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! 2. "Nanxiangzi" by Feng Yansi, Tang Dynasty The drizzle weeps in the autumn wind, and the buttercups remain all over the ground. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she was silent, feeling lonely and lovesick.

The jade pillow embraces the lonely quilt, and the hatred is still as deep as the years. Who is drunk in the room with curly curtains, haggard, melancholy, and shed tears in the Qin Tower.

3. "Picking Mulberries" by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty. In front of the pavilion, all the red maidens are chasing each other in spring, and their dance is lingering. The drizzle falls slightly, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened.

The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the fragrant seal turns to ashes. I can't help but feel like I'm about to fall asleep and fall into a dream.

4. "Qing Ping Le" Tang Dynasty. Wei Zhuang Spring worries about the southern road, and the music and books of the old country are separated. The drizzle is falling, the pear blossoms are white, and the swallows are brushing the curtains.

Looking at each other all day long, the clothes are stained with tears. Who plays the flute to the bridge and looks to the west in ecstasy.

5. "Ding Xifan" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty. It's drizzle and dawn in the spring evening. People are like jade, willows are like eyebrows, and they are in love. The emerald green curtain is rolled up, and there is a branch of flowers in the mirror.

If the news is broken and the door is blocked, the geese are rare. 6. "Niannujiao" by Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty. The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.

Pampering willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. The rhyme of the poem is complete. Holding your head and sobering up, it is not a leisurely feeling.

Zheng Hong has passed away, and it is difficult to express all his worries. It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them.

Being refreshed by the cold incense and awakening your dreams, don’t worry about others. The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today? 7. "Poppy Poppies" by Qin Guan, Song Dynasty. The green peaches planted and dew in the sky are not ordinary flowers.

The water lingers in the depths of the chaotic mountains, but it is a pity that only one branch is like a painting, for whom it blooms. There is no limit to the light cold and drizzle. It is difficult to control it without spring.

It doesn't matter if you get drunk for you, I'm afraid it will break your heart when you wake up. 8. "Good Daughter" by Yan Jidao, Song Dynasty The West Lake is green all over, and the plums are green.

All unprovoked, all evil east wind. It's drizzling even more, which is annoying and hateful, and the road is full of spring mud.

It should be the journey back through the clouds, with leisurely tears and lovesickness. Thinking of the flag pavilion, looking out at the dusk moon, I missed the child again, with red paper and fragrant messages, and green sleeves with joy.

9. "Proud of the Fisherman" by Zhang Yuanqian, Song Dynasty The fishing hat is covered with clouds and surrounded by green mountains, and the green raindrops and drizzle are on the spring river. The white bird flies and the wind blows.

After harvesting, the fisherman clapped his hands and laughed. The bright moon shines in the same sky, and the floating family forgets the dusk in the house.

Watching the city with drunk eyes and cold eyes. Yanbo Lao, who can make Xian troubled?

10. "Plum Rain" Tang Dynasty. Du Fu Xipu Road, Nanjing, yellow plums ripen in April. Zhan Zhan goes to the Yangtze River, and the drizzle comes.

Mao Ci is sparse and easy to get wet, and the clouds and fog are dense and difficult to open. On the unexpected day, the dragon was happy, circling in the vortex and returning to the shore.

----------------Weeping Yang-------------- 1. "Willow Branches" Tang Dynasty. Liu Yuxi outside the city The spring breeze blows the wine flag, and pedestrians wave their arms at sunset. There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only separated by weeping poplar tubes.

2. "Light Yellow Willow" Song Dynasty. Jiang Kui The dawn corner of the empty city blows into the weeping poplar street. Immediately, the clothes are cold and pitiful.

Seeing all the goose yellow and tender green, they are all old acquaintances from the south of the Yangtze River. It is quiet now, and the food will be cold again in the Ming Dynasty.

Destroy the wine and Xiaoqiao house. I am afraid that all the pear blossoms will fall into autumn colors.

The swallows fly over and ask where spring is, only the pond is green. 3. "Ruihexian" by Wu Wenying, Song Dynasty.

The sun is setting across the Cangjiang River, and the flowers are flying far away. The weeping poplar trees darken Wu Garden.

The smoke in Zhengqi Pavilion is cold, and the wind in the river bridge is warm. Lan Qinghui hopes.

Acacia, spring root wine. He continued to argue for knowledge, and his groans disappeared, and he gradually cut his old shirt again.

Desolate. Flowing red and thousands of waves, missing moon and lonely tower, it is always difficult to keep the swallows.

Song Chen condenses into a fan. Wait for the letter to be mixed and divided into pieces.

I tried to turn up the light and wanted to write, but I couldn't bear it, so I stole the paper and rolled it in tears. The remaining clouds and the remaining rain should also be dreamed of.

4. "The Housewife" by Liu Yong, Song Dynasty.

Weeping poplars and apricots, soft silk and light clouds, embroider the bright countryside.

There are green grasses everywhere, and everyone loves the red and the green. As a young man, I have new sorrows and old hatreds, and I have no plans to amuse myself.

Dili. The scenery is beautiful at this time.

Just in time to bring the beauties. The long journey back home is hindered.

Good times are hard to keep, old joys are abandoned. It's already a bad spring mood, and it's a miserable weather.

But to win, to stand alone on the plateau, I can stare at it with my soul broken. 5. "Spring Journey" by Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty.

Riding on blue silk in the setting sun, singing in white silk in the spring breeze. Encheng's three halls are close, and there are many hunting to five tombs.

Looking at the south bridge on the way back, weeping willows blow against the fine waves. 6. "Breaking Willows" by Li Bai, Tang Dynasty The weeping willows blow over the green water, making the east wind shine brightly.

The flowers are bright and jade is covered with snow, and the leaves are warm and golden window smoke. The beauty has been thinking about it for a long time, and she feels sad about this.

Climbing the strips to capture the spring scenery, sending it far away in front of the Dragon Court. 7. "Liu Diliu" by Du Mu, Tang Dynasty. There are three hundred miles of weeping poplar trees along the bank, which is most suitable for painting.

I feel sick when I return to the west because I don’t see the east wind in February. 8. "Late Spring" by Liu Xiyi, Tang Dynasty. The beautiful woman was sleeping in the bridal chamber, and she looked back to see the weeping poplar tree.

The mandarin duck quilt disappears in the cold, and the tortoiseshell bed emerges in spring. The courtyard is covered with green mist, and the shadows on the curtain are scattered with red fragrance.

A message to be with you and welcome the spring with light makeup. 9. "Gui Xing" Tang Dynasty. Wei Yingwu was the son of the Han emperor's maternal family, and Enze was granted the title of Marquis.

The weeping willows blow against the white horse, and we go to the brothel at dawn. She has a face as beautiful as jade, and she is as affectionate as anyone in the world.

The light skirt is filled with green smoke, and it is as graceful as floating clouds. Good times never come back, so praise me for your good times.

Suddenly I heard the song of the bright sun, and my four sittings became soft. Guests and friends looked up and exclaimed, "What do you want in life?"

In the morning, the bell is struck for food, but at night the music continues. In the windy and rainy year, armies are raging across the nine provinces.

How do you know that when you are a guest, you have no worries. 10. "Lang Tao Sha" Song Dynasty. Ouyang Xiu toasts the east wind with wine.

And *** calm. Weeping poplars and purple moss hang to the east of Luocheng.

We always join hands and travel around the world. Gathering and separation are in a hurry.

This hatred is endless. This year's flowers are more red than last year's.

It’s a pity that the flowers will be better next year, I don’t know who will be the same. 5. Poems about the snow scene of the West Lake

Bai Juyi

To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees. , Whose new swallow pecks at the new mud.

The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and the shallow grass can have no horse hooves.

My favorite lake is not enough eastward, with the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars. < /p>

Hangzhou Zhu Tao's first two poems by Xu Ning

If the sand embankment is not exhausted, it will still bully the stubborn stone stack. Send a message to fly white snow, don't go to the green mountains.

Defeat Qiantang Guo and drive away the white waves. If you swallow Wu, you won't gain, but you will lose five thousand families.

Titled by Zhang Hu of Tianzhu Temple in Hangzhou

The southwest mountains are the most beautiful, and one boundary is the heavens. The road goes through the rock bamboo and flows into the temple spring.

Beside the Danjing Well and the Moon-watching Stone Bridge. The sound of the cave and river is far away, and the air from the towers is connected to the sea.

The pagoda is bright with snow on the spring ridge, and the bells disperse the pine smoke at dusk. Wherever I go, I still hate it, and I even look at the lotus on the top of the mountain.

Farewell to the West Lake by Li Shen

The plum leaves beside the lake are withered, and the two birds on the waves are lonely.

It is easy to lose the flowers when passing the music on a blowpipe, and it is difficult to fly the feathers when learning from a loom.

The snow deceives the calyx in early spring, and the falcons fly in the deep autumn to brush the green leaves.

The colorful hair has no place to go, and it has become a sad and sad farewell bridge.