Rain poem

1. The poem describing rain in Mao Mao Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Cold Rainy Street, the sound of rain is crisp, the grass color is close, but there is nothing. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willows everywhere in the imperial city. Two songs (one), hunting watching, water sill sending heart, Wang Fufeng strength, bow sound, general hunting Weicheng. Go to Guo Xuan, also didn't see the credit in the village .. Go back to Xiliuying. Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallow in the breeze. Looking back at the carving place, Wan Liyun Ping. The city100000 households, there are only two or three households here. At Jianmen Road, it is raining lightly. Author: Lu You Dynasty: The clothes of Song Dynasty are full of dust and mixed with wine stains, so it is impossible to disappear everywhere when traveling. This is the poet's body, riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. Liu Tang Changqing's "Send the Top Scholar" leans against the spring breeze. The grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan. If we meet, Chunpao has been mistaken for today's Confucian scholars. Spring in Nanpu, Fan Chengda, in Hengtang, a river is green, and the stone bridge Zhu Tower is still there. Every year, visitors are sent to Hengtang Road, and the drizzle hangs on the treetops. Song Qingzhao looked for it, cold and desolate. When it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to rest. How to use three glasses and two light wines? The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! The phoenix tree is raining and dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! 2. "Nanxiangzi" Don Feng Yansi's drizzle made him cry in the autumn wind, and the remnants of Jin Fenghua were red. He is lazy, frowning, silent, emotional and lonely. Jade pillow is lonely, and hatred is as deep as years. Who is drunk, haggard and melancholy in the room with the curtains rolled? Qin Lou plays Pink Tears. 3. "Picking Mulberry Seeds" I want to sleep and dream. 4. Qingping Le Tang. Wei Zhuang is worried about the south, so the country is separated by books. It's drizzling and pear-white, and the curtain is brushed. Looking at the prince and grandson all day, the clothes are full of tears and dust. He plays the flute on the bridge and looks charming in Maxi. 5. Ding Xifan The drizzle in Ting Yun, Tang Wen is like jade willow. It's windy and raining in Mao Mao, so the heavy door must be closed. I am spoiled with willow flowers and eat cold food. The weather is really annoying. It's a poem that rhymes dangerously, and it's a leisurely taste that helps you wake up. When you are too ambitious, it's hard to get rid of thousands of worries. Upstairs, it was chilly in spring for a few days, and the curtains hung down all around, and the jade fence was dry and unintentional. It is not allowed to make people feel sad because of Leng Xiang's new dream. Obviously, it is the morning flow, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning. How high the sky is and how much smoke is gathered. Is it sunny today? 7. "Young Beauty" song. The peach trees in Qin Guan are planted and exposed in the sky, not just a few flowers. The water lingers in the depths of the chaotic mountains, but it is a pity that it is picturesque and blooms for whom. What is the limit of the slight cold rain in Mao Mao? It is difficult to control the spring. What's wrong with a gentleman, Shen Zui? I'm afraid my heart will break when I wake up. 8. "Good Daughter" song. Yan green is all over Xichi, which is at a young age. There are idle tears and lovesickness. I miss the flag pavilion, the dusk and the moon, but I miss my previous mistakes. The red notes are fragrant and the sleeves are full of joy. 9. The song "Fisherman's Pride". Zhang Yuli clouds cover the blue sky, and the spring rain drizzles on the riverside. Bai Niao is full of wind. The boy selling fish clapped his hands and smiled. The moon is bright.

2. Classic sentences describing the rain in Mao Mao. A gentle drizzle followed.

Fine as silver, looming, is my favorite weather. Let the rain fall on my body, make me moist and cool, and make me refreshed. It seems that only in this way can I wash away all kinds of troubles and helplessness, and my feelings can wash away the impetuousness and fetters in the world, and let my thoughts of Feng Xu fly freely. This is also a fantasy and a dream. Under such circumstances, I let go of my soul's disappointment and immersed myself in ecstasy ... At this moment, the rain in Mao Mao is more lovely, flying into the room from the window, kissing my face and giving me mysterious coolness.

The raindrops on the wire in the air outside the window are like pearls on the wire, crystal clear. In the mud on the hill opposite the window, the trees are so vibrant, and the rain in Mao Mao is like fog and silk, which puts a beautiful veil on the earth.

Standing in the rain, bathing in its tenderness and kissing the skin, the complicated illusion is sometimes hazy and sometimes sad. The breeze is gentle and the rain is blurred. I lost my way in an instant, but I can only go with the wind.

Secretly hesitating, am I like this rain, or fragile or have lost myself? Silk falls, Xiaoxiang is full of lovesickness, and countless silver threads are endless, but it is sad, and it is even more heartbreaking to think of an old friend. Walking in the rain, the familiar damp breath melts me in its breath, and I am deeply attached to it-yearning and kindness.

Whispering in a low voice seems to indicate the coordinates of the direction, throbbing with each other's telepathy, betting that I am among them, and I am among them ... The rain washes the trees green and bright, delicate and charming, refreshing and enjoyable, as well as the dust and noise of the city, as if the dark clouds have already dispersed, and the whole city is shrouded in the fog of veils. After the rain, the sky was fresh and moist, filled with the smell of earth. The bright sunshine increased my attachment to the rain in Mao Mao, and I longed for the happiness in the rain, which completely moistened my heart.

In the spring rain in Mao Mao, we met again, and we met again. At this moment, the rain in Mao Mao is fog, without its shadow or sound, but the land is full of vitality and moisture, which is really amazing, really strange, really amazing.

3. The words used to describe the rain in Mao Mao are soft and misty. Fine as silver, looming, is my favorite weather. Let the rain fall on my body, make me moist and cool, and make me refreshed. It seems that only in this way can I wash away all kinds of troubles and helplessness, and my feelings can wash away the impetuousness and fetters in the world, and let my thoughts of Feng Xu fly freely. This is also a fantasy and a dream. Under such circumstances, I released my inner disappointment and indulged in ecstasy. ...

At the moment, the rain in Mao Mao is more lovely. It flew into the room through the window, kissed my face and gave me mysterious coolness. The raindrops on the wire in the air outside the window are like pearls on the wire, crystal clear. In the mud on the hill opposite the window, the trees are so vibrant, and the rain in Mao Mao is like fog and silk, which puts a beautiful veil on the earth.

Standing in the rain, bathing in its tenderness and kissing the skin, the complicated illusion is sometimes hazy and sometimes sad. The breeze is gentle and the rain is blurred. I lost my way in an instant, but I can only go with the wind. Secretly hesitating, am I like this rain, or fragile or have lost myself? Silk falls, Xiaoxiang is full of lovesickness, and countless silver threads are endless, but it is sad, and it is even more heartbreaking to think of an old friend.

Walking in the rain, the familiar damp breath melts me in its breath, and I am deeply attached to it-yearning and kindness. It whispers in my ear, showing the coordinates of the direction, feeling the throb of each other's telepathy, and betting that there is me in it, and there is me in it. ...

Rain washed the trees green, delicate and charming, refreshing and pleasing to the eye, giving people a refreshing enjoyment, as well as the dust and noise of the city, as if the clouds had passed long ago. The whole city is shrouded in the mist of veils, hidden in the distant mountains, full of poetic beauty, infected with illusion and tranquility, as if it were in another time and space.

After the rain, the sky was fresh and moist, filled with the smell of earth. The bright sunshine increased my attachment to the rain in Mao Mao, and I longed for the happiness in the rain, which completely moistened my heart.

In the spring rain in Mao Mao, we met again, and we met again. At this moment, the rain in Mao Mao is fog, without its shadow or sound, but the land is full of vitality and moisture, which is really amazing, really strange, really amazing.

4. What are the poems describing the rain in Mao Mao? 1, the song Niannujiao. Li Qingzhao was unhappy in the courtyard, windy and rainy in Mao Mao, so the heavy door had to be closed. Willow flowers are spoiled into cold food, and there are all kinds of nasty weather. Poetry is a success, and it is a leisurely taste. It's hard to get rid of thousands of worries. Upstairs, it was cold in spring for a few days, and curtains were hung all around, and the jade fence was dry and the smoke was thick. Is it sunny today? 2, "Young Beauty" song. The peach trees in Qin Guan are planted in the sky and exposed, not every few flowers. The water lingers in the depths of the chaotic mountain, but it's a pity that it's picturesque and for whom. What is the limit of light cold and drizzle? It is difficult to control the spring. What's wrong with being a gentleman Shen Zui? 3. "Good Daughter" song. Yan green is all over Xichi, which is at a young age. There are idle tears and lovesickness. I miss the flag pavilion, I miss the dusk and the moon, I follow the previous mistakes, the red notes are fragrant and the sleeves are full of joy. 4. The fisherman's pride song. Zhang Yuli clouds cover the blue sky, and the spring rain drizzles on the riverside. Bai Niao is full of wind. The boy selling fish clapped his hands and smiled. The moon is bright.

5. What are the poems describing the rain in Mao Mao? 1, photo by Nian Nujiao and Song Liqing.

Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed.

Touching Liuhua for cold food is near, and all kinds of nasty weather.

It is a leisurely taste to make a dangerous rhyming poem to help clear your head.

When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.

It was chilly in the spring upstairs for several days, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless.

Leng Xiang's new dream is over, don't be sad.

The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less spring!

The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today?

2. Guan in Yu Meiren.

Peaches are planted and exposed in the sky, not every flower.

Water lingers in the depths of the chaotic mountain, but it's a pity that it's picturesque and for whom.

There is no limit to light cold and drizzle, and no spring is difficult to manage.

What's wrong with being Shen Zui? I'm afraid my heart will break when I wake up.

3, "Good Daughter" Song Yan Dao Ji

Xichi is green everywhere, plum blossoms are green, and the east wind is invincible.

More drizzly, annoying and hateful, covered in spring mud.

It should be a journey home, with idle tears and acacia.

Miss the flag pavilion and look at the sunset,

According to previous mistakes, the red notes are fragrant and the sleeves are happy.

4, "The Fisherman's Pride" Zhang Song Gan Yuan

The fishing clouds in the hat cover the green, and the river is drizzling.

Bai Niao is full of wind.

After harvesting nylon, the fisherman clapped his hands and smiled.

Bright moon space, can't take the same photos, and forget the house.

Look at the city coldly.

No one can be idle and go looking for trouble when he is old.

5, "Meiyu" Tang Du Fu

Nanjing xipu Road, Huangmei matured in April. Zhanzhan Yangtze River goes, drizzle comes.

Hair is sparse and easy to wet, and clouds are dense and difficult to open.

6. The sentence describing the rain in Mao Mao is Mao Mao Rain 1. The rain is fine and soft, like catkins floating in time and space in spring.

2. Rain is like fog, and fog is like rain.

3, drizzle, quietly falling, like countless silkworms spit out silver. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black oil fields.

4. The breeze blows, and the rain curtain is oblique, like a thin line rushing to vegetation and walls.

Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.

5. It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window. Just like a little dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.

6. Raindrops fall on my head and body. I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.

In July, February and March, the breeze blows gently and the drizzle falls from the sky.

Poems describing spring rain

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I want to get wet with clothes, but I don't feel cold when I blow my face. -"Jueju" by Monk Zhinan

3. The morning rain on the Acropolis is light and the guest house is green and willow-colored. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"

4. There were 480 monasteries in the Southern Dynasties, where there were many pagodas and misty rain. -Du Mu's Poems of Jiangnan Spring

5. lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, the dream of the iron horse glacier. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.

6. Good rain knows the season when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

7. The rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close, but there is nothing. -Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department to Early Spring.

8. Seven or eight stars in the horizon, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

9. But now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

10. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road are dying. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

1 1. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake.