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What are the ancient poems describing the rain scene?

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Don du fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Early Spring in the Capital: Arriving at Zhangji

Tang hanyu

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.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Lin' an in the early spring

Song luyou

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?

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.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

When sending Yuan Er to Anxi

Don

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

spring rain

Tang Li Shangyin

I wear white clothes for the Spring Festival, but I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go.

There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.

The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams.

Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.