A poem about spring rain is used metaphorically.

1. Poems that describe the spring rain

Poems that describe the spring rain:

1) Wet dust dances lightly in Tang, Tang and Spring, and the goddess has no trace of berries and moss. -Li Xianyong uses "Spring Rain"

2) The golden duck fragrance kills the soul, and the pear flower spring rain covers the door. -Dai Shulun's "Spring Complaint"

3) Four hundred and eighty temples in the southern dynasties, many towers are misty and rainy. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

4) I want to wet the peach blossoms and rain, and my face is not cold. -monk zhinan's quatrains

5) wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes spring. -Mao Zedong's Yongmei

6) After a spring rain, the green hair scissors are still alive. -Liu Zikai's "Ten Poems on Garden Vegetables and Leeks"

7) Both butterflies dance in the threshold, and the curtain rolls up in the evening to keep out the rain. -Mao Xizhen's Qing Ping Le

8) there are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward. -Li shangyin's "spring rain"

9) outside the forest, the spring rain is resting, and the apricot blossoms are numerous in the first day of the house. -Ouyang Xiu's Tian Jia

1) Spring is light, and the fragrance is light. -kong yi's "partridge sky, but the moon is clear and snowy"

11) in Huangmei season, it rains at home, and grass ponds are full of flowers. -Zhao Shixiu's "About"

12) Pear blossoms are white, and the spring rain is cold. -Shi Daochang's "Fifty-seven Odes to the Ancient Times" 2. Poems describing the spring rain

Beautiful sentences describing the spring rain 1. The spring rain is like a cow's hair, like a flower needle, like the soft hair of a spring girl ... The rain is foggy, and the beads of rain string into a big bead curtain, covering everything like smoke; Spring rain is continuous, sprinkled on leaves, rustling sand, and like a silkworm baby swallowing mulberry leaves ... Spring rain is like ten thousand silver wires falling on the eaves, and a drop of water falls from the eaves, like a beautiful bead curtain.

Spring rain, like dew, floats silently to the earth, nourishing the budding flower buds. 2. On the leaves and petals, there are crystal-clear small water drops. When you look closely, the water drops seem to blend heaven and earth together. The earth is greener and the sky is bluer. When the sun shines on the small water drops, the water drops twinkle like a little star ... Where the spring rain falls, it is full of vitality. It is really "good rain knows the season, when spring happens."

sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " 3. The spring rain came to the grass. Like a painter, the spring rain dyed the clumps of grass green, painted a tree green, and the flowers turned red. The grass was a scene of prosperity, but it seemed that the spring rain was still unfinished, and it turned into a designer, embedding crystal pearls in those budding flowers. The flowers swayed and swayed lightly in the spring breeze, like a girl's light song and dance. 4, the spring rain is getting underground, with a spring breeze.

The spring rain is thin, dense and gray, and the mountains, trees and houses in the distance are hazy, just like being immersed in a mist. Spring rain, like fog and non-fog, like line and non-line, like tangible and intangible ... Looking from a distance, the misty spring rain is like silk floating in mid-air. Looking closely, it is like petals sown by a goddess, dripping on the ground, trees and houses, and rustling sand falling on the green grass. After a winter of thirst, the earth opened its green mouth and greedily sucked the sweet rain.

5. It rained, and the rain on the ground spilled into the river. The rain made ripples on the river. The trees sucked the nutrients in the rain, and a drop of crystal clear rain beads stayed on the petals. The farmer uncle quickly planted seeds on the ground. After the fields were irrigated by rain, small flowers, grass and rice grew well, and the intermittent spring rain brought joy to the earth. 6. When the rain stopped, I came to the park. The park was fresh, and the willows grew green buds, swaying their slim figure in the breeze.

There are crystal clear dewdrops hanging under the branches, which are crumbling, and the willows grow stronger under the moisture of the spring rain; After the shower of spring rain, the flowers put on colorful dresses and clustered together, lifting their childish faces and revealing charming smiles; Moistened by the spring rain, the grass raises its green face and observes this wonderful world. Look, that's the whispering Ziyan, looking for the home it should have in the spring rain.

7. Spring rain is like spun silk, light and thin. You can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of rain. You just feel like wet smoke, which has no shape and no noise, and gently moistens the earth and people's hearts ... 8. The drizzle is like silk. Through the silver lines, you can see the mountains, waters and trees in the distance ... hazy. She came to people with a sweet smile.

The tall and straight green trees, tender grass and delicate flowers all enjoy the moisture of the spring rain. The raindrops are crystal clear, and the petals knocked down by the rain are like a leaf boat, floating lightly in the water.

9. Spring rain is a wonderful symphony. As the spring breeze falls on the rain gate, it is only heard "pa … pa!" The sound; Fell on the stone and sang "pa ... pa!" The song; Fall on the eaves and say "Dong ... Dong!" The sound of musical instruments, these sounds get together, even Beethoven and Liszt are full of praise, and they will all call Chunyu their teacher and a great musician of nature. 1. Rain and fog filled the air, and the beads of rain strung into a big bead curtain, covering everything like a cloud.

The happy swallow wears it around, trying to cut the rain curtain with its tail ... 11. The spring rain is so noisy! Birds chirp from the treetops to the eaves, and then fly noisily from the eaves to the telephone poles. You say and I shout to convey the joy that the spring rain brings to them. The young trees also spread their waists with the breeze, dancing with bright yellow and green skirts, and the willows beside them shook their long hair and sang "Hua Hua" songs, telling each other the joy and joy brought by this spring rain! 12, the spring rain slowly falling down, like a wisp of silk falling to the earth.

oh! That's the sweat dripping from Miss Chun in a hurry. It quietly moistens the fertile soil and gently awakens the sleeping grass doll.

The grass woke up, stretched out, drilled out of the ground and dyed the earth green. Spring rain is like a warm hand, caressing the grass doll like a loving mother, and the earth is greener and green.

13. The spring rain is falling quietly. With the warm spring breeze, the remnants of the winter are driven away, and the spring girl is dressed in costumes, which brings hope to people. 14. I can't wait to rush into the rain and find that the spring rain is as light and thin as spun silk.

I can't hear the pattering noise, and I can't feel the dripping rain. I only feel that this is like wet smoke, gently moistening the earth and people's hearts.

15. The spring rain came to the stream, and the stream was still sleeping. The stream flowed quietly, and everything seemed quiet and peaceful. But the spring rain is a lively advocate. It attracts the spring breeze and wakes up the stream. The stream wakes up, and the tune suddenly becomes cheerful. It is like a singer of nature, singing a crisp and pleasant song and rushing forward. The spring rain joins in and plays a spring hymn with the stream.

16. The spring rain pours down slowly, falling like countless fine needles and sprinkling in every corner. I looked at the misty filaments outside the window, looked at countless endless peaks there, and was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in the rain there! 17. It's raining, and the air is very cool. The farmer's uncle is very happy to see the vegetables ripe. Some people are walking in the rain with umbrellas, and the spring rain has brought joy to people.

18. I watched with rapt attention, and the rain was falling. You see, the rain will also become magic: for a while, it looks like cow hair, for a while, it looks like silk, and for a while, it looks like a broken bead ... The rain is as light as a fallen leaf and as thin as a needle tip, in strings. 3. Poems about the description of the spring rain

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Ming Tang Yin

When the rain hits the pear, he closes his door, forgetting his youth and missing his youth. Pleasure * * * Who talks about it? Flowers are fascinating, and the moon is fascinating.

when you are sad, you will see the brow peak, with a thousand crying marks and ten thousand crying marks. See the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. When I walk, I miss you; even when I sit, I miss you.

translation: I shut the door deeply and only listened to the sound of rain hitting pear blossoms, thus failing my youth and wasting my youth. Even if you have a cheerful mood, who can you share it with? Under the flower, I feel dejected, and under the moon, I feel dejected. All day long, I frowned like Daifeng, leaving thousands of tears on my face and thousands of tears. I've been watching the clouds from morning till night. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit!

Second, Meet Huan Lin Hua Xie Chunhong

Five Dynasties Li Yu

Lin Hua Xie Chunhong, too hastily. Helpless, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

rouge tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people grow up and hate water.

The colorful flowers have faded in an instant, so spring is too hasty. It's helpless, too. How can the flowers stand the devastation of the cold and rain day and night? The rainy forest flowers are so charming that they are dripping like the beauty's tears. Flowers and flower lovers are attached to each other. When can we meet again? There are too many regrettable things in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends. 4. Poems describing the spring rain

The river and the grass are decadent, the mountains are empty and the rain is strange, and the rain is coming. The sky is full of rain, the sky is blue and the clouds are broken, but it is said that in evening rain, it is midnight, listening to the wind and the rain, the rain falls, the white rain and the beads jump into the boat, and it is good to know that it rains in but now I remember the night, the storm during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. The fallen flowers are independent, and the micro-swift flies. Seven or eight stars are out of the sky, and two or three points Pingming sees off a guest in Chu Shan Gu clouds darken with darkness of rain, and it rains in the east and west of streams pale with pallor of mist. The road is sunny but there is a misty rain, and there is no rain or shine in my life.

On the evening of Changting, when the shower begins, the dancing pavilion and singing platform will always be blown away by the wind and rain. Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is more windy and rainy.

You don't have to go to the small building in and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward, there are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain for a night to listen to the spring rain and deep alleys, where the Ming Dynasty sells apricot flowers. When the return date is not due, evening rain rises to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain.

Weicheng is clearing the dust in the rainy city, and the guest house is green and the willow color is new and gone, and the willows are reluctant; Today, I think, the rain and snow are raining, and the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, and the Tiema Glacier is dreaming, and the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass is close at a distance, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, and the wind and water on the balcony at sunset are bright and clear, and the mountains are also strangely green and green when it rains. Yu Meiren? Listen to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang.

in the prime of life, listening to the rain in the boat, the wild goose in the river is called the west wind. Now listen to the rain monk Lu, temples have stars.

joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and they are dripping until dawn. Only don't forget this time, the evening smoke and spring rain cross the maple bridge.

rain and strong wind are evil, so don't be tired of the low thatched cottage. After the rain, the grass is setting in the sun, and the apricot flowers are scattered and fragrant.

In the 48 Temple in the Southern Dynasties, there were many balconies in the misty rain last night. A deep sleep does not leave a hangover.

I ask the shutter man, but I know that Haitang is still there. Do you know? Do you know? It should be the green, fat and red phoenix tree with drizzle, and it will be dripping at dusk.

this time, it's the first time. It's raining at night. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.

a leaf, with a sound, drops to the light in an empty step. The spring tide brings rain late and comes in a hurry, and there is no boat on the wild crossing.

I want to wet apricot blossoms and rain when I get wet with clothes, and I don't feel cold when I blow my face. Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). Snow and rain cross the wind in March, and the door closes at dusk, so there is no plan to stay in spring.

after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.

I cry like rain all day long. Hanging down the curtain, Shuangyan returned to the drizzle.

In Huangmei season, every family rains and grass ponds are full of frogs, and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, and pear blossoms hate clouds with rain in spring, so Jiangnan is still called a beauty. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Pink butterflies both dance in the threshold, and the curtain rolls up late in the day to drain the rain.

—— Mao Xizhen's "Qingping Music", in which the rain is chilling. It's late for the pavilion, and the shower begins to rest.

Everyone has no mood to drink, and nostalgia and blue boat urge him to send it. Holding hands looked at each other, tears in eyes, until finally there was no words, a thousand words choking on the throat can not say.

when I miss it, it's a thousand miles away, and the dusk is heavy. Affection hurts parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and cold.

where do you wake up from the wine tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng and the waning moon. After years, it should be a good time and a good scene.

there are thousands of customs, and who to talk to. If you ask how much leisure you have.

a stream of tobacco is full of wind. Plums rain when it is yellow.

. The wind and rain send the spring home, and the flying snow welcomes the spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and there are still beautiful flowers and beautiful flowers in the spring, and everything is shining.-I don't know who cut the thin leaves in the ancient poem Long Songs of Han Yuefu, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.------------He Zhizhang's Poem on Willow in Tang Dynasty. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is absolutely better than the smoke and willow filling the imperial capital-Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Presents Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Affairs" has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.

----------- Song Su Shi's Two Nightscape on the Spring River in Hui Chong knows the east wind, and it's always spring.-------------Song Zhu Xi's "Spring Day" is wet with clothes, and the face is cold with willows. -Bai Juyi < < Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake > > When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountains and birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream.

-------Wang Wei's "Bird's Sound Stream" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the river in the wild. -Wei Yingwu's "at chuzhou on the western stream" describes an ancient poem in summer, in which the lotus leaves meet the sky and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus leaves reflect the sun in a different way-Yang Wanli's "Dawn at Jingci Temple to send the forest to the forest"-When it rains in Huangmei, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond-Song Zhao Shixiu's "Inviting guests"-Why do you hate it when Fangfei is gone? Summer trees are overcast and pleasant. Summer is new in the sound of cuckoo-------------Song Luyou's quatrains in early summer describes the ancient poetry of autumn and the famous sentence describing autumn: sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky is the same color----------------Tang Wangbo's farewell preface to Wang Ge, the knee of Autumn Denghong Mansion. As I face them from this villa, drinking my wine-Tang Li Bai's "a Farewell to Secretary Shuyun at the Xietiao Villa in Xuanzhou" in August, the high wind howled, rolling up the triple hairs on my house-Tang Du Fu's "The Cottage is Broken by the Autumn Wind", the red candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, and the small fan fluttered the fireflies. day order's night was as cool as water, lying and watching the morning glory and the weaver star.