Poems praising Xiaoyu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. -Han Yu's Early Spring Shower Zhang Eighteen/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring.

When the rain hits the pear, it closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. -Tang Yin's Pruning Plums, Rain and Pear Flowers.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Go to Xiaolou"

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. -Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Zhinan's "Jueju"

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an

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

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"