What are the poems that express love for rain?

1. Poems about the love for rain

Poems about the love for rain 1. Poems expressing the poet’s love for rain

Wei Yingwu "Secluded Residence": Although the noble and the humble are different, they all have camps when they go out. There are no external things to hold in, so I live in seclusion. The light rainy night has come, and I don’t know how spring grass grows. Suddenly dawn has dawned on the green hills, and birds are singing around the house. Sometimes they are walking with Taoist puppets, or following the woodcutter. When you are safe and careless, who can call you Bo Shirong?

Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Bai Juyi's "The White-haired Man in Shangyang": "The shadow of Geng Geng behind the broken lamp on the wall, the sound of dark rain hitting the window" (excerpt)

Jiang Kui's "Ping Fu is reluctant to see the move" "Go": When I grow old, I have no intention of listening to the orchestra, and when I am ill, a glass of wine is not convenient. The rain before autumn is rare in life, so beg me to sleep comfortably in the empty hall.

Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo": Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The steep spring breeze blows and wakes me up. It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there is no wind, rain or eyesight. (My favorite, haha)

"Listening to the Rain" by Fang Yue: Sleeping in a bamboo studio and listening to the rain, moss grows in my dreams. The door is facing the lonely mountain, and the body is idle and the birds don't guess.

Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream": There is a lonely grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

The first of Wang Zao's "Two Poems on Immediate Matters": The swallows will speak of their young in the deep summer, and there is not much shade in the green locust garden. When it rains at the west window, no one can see it, and the plantains are spread out for several feet.

Wen Tong's "Hokusai After the Rain": After the rain, two birds come to occupy the bamboo, and in the deep autumn, a butterfly looks for flowers.

Zheng Wenbao's "Liu Zhi Ci": Pavilions and pavilions are tied to the spring pool, until the pedestrians are half drunk; regardless of the smoke and wind and rain, they will cross the Yangtze River south of the Yangtze River.

Xu Fu's "Spring Tour in the Lake": When will the swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water. When the spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, the boat pulls out of the willow shade.

"April in the Countryside" by Weng Juan: The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields.

Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation": During the Huangmei season, it rains every house, and there are frogs everywhere in the green grass pond. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. (What a beautiful artistic conception)

Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower": It's cold and rainy night when I enter Wu, and I see off my guest Chu Shangu in the morning. Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.

Wen Tingyun's "Geng Liu Zi": The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and true suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky. (So ??beautiful that I am speechless)

Dai Shulun's "Su Xi Pavilion": It's late in spring when the swallows don't return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the mist and rain.

Li Shangyin: When you asked about your return date, you have not yet heard of it. The night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

2. Poems about rain

1) Appreciation of Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city. "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" expresses the poet's love and praise for the quality of selfless dedication of the drizzle on a spring night.

One or two sentences with the word "good" are affectionate, praising the spring rain. "Knowing the season" gives the spring rain human life and emotions. In the author's opinion, the spring rain is considerate, knows the season, and comes when people are in urgent need, stimulating vitality.

What a wonderful spring rain! The first couplet not only talks about the "occurrence" of the spring rain, but also implicitly conveys the author's anxious mood for the spring rain to come. The couplets are obviously the poet's auditory experience.

The spring rain comes, coming with the wind in the vast night, quietly, nourishing all things, with no intention of seeking "good", but only seeking dedication. Look, how carefully the author observed the scene of listening to the rain. Even the sprinkling of spring rain and the silence were heard by the poet.

It can be seen that the poet was surprised by the subtle influence of spring rain and could not sleep all night. The neck couplet tightly holds the chin couplet. The poet only hopes that the spring rain will last all night, but he is afraid that it will stop suddenly. He is both happy and worried. He pushes the door open and stands looking into the distance. He sees that the usually clear-cut field paths have also melted into the night. It is pitch black, and it can be seen that there is night. How dark and how heavy the rain was.

The dazzling red of the boats and boats on the river reflects the vastness and darkness of the spring night, and also highlights the dense spring rain from the side. At the end of the poem, the poet witnessed the continuous spring rain and thought with relief that at dawn the next day, Jinguan City will be a colorful spring.

The redness and vitality of the flowers are the result of the subtle, moistening and condensation of the silent drizzle... 2) Appreciation of Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat The clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.

The first couplet writes from a broad perspective, describing the scenery seen in Gushan Temple. The first sentence is the location, the second sentence is the perspective.

"Chuping" refers to the beginning of spring water, which is slightly level with the embankment. "Cloud feet are low" refers to white clouds hanging low, connected with the lake, and outlines the outline of early spring.

The calm water below and the low clouds in the sky form a tranquil ink painting of the West Lake. The chin couplet writes about Ying Yan, which the poet saw during his travels.

Warblers are the singers of spring, and they all fly to the sunny trees to sing; swallows are the messengers of spring, and they have begun to build nests with mud in their mouths, and they are full of vitality. Using "Zhao" to describe Huang Ying reflects Bai Juyi's sincere love for these vibrant little lives.

The word "struggle" makes people feel how rare and precious spring is. Using the word "pecking" to describe the busy and excited expression of the swallow seems to bring the little swallow to life.

These two sentences deliberately depict the dynamics of warblers and swallows, making the whole poem filled with the vitality and vitality of spring. The neck couplets write flowers and plants, focusing on expressing the poet's feelings.

The horse walks very briskly on the shallow grass. If you look at the flowers for a long time, your eyes will be filled with colorful flowers, which will make people dizzy and make you feel confused. This couplet and the first couplet are the core part of the poem, and they are also the finishing touch in Bai's poem describing the spring scenery, especially the description of the spring scenery in the West Lake.

This is a description of scenery that is full of emotion and vitality, which fully demonstrates Bai Juyi's meticulous observation of the objects he describes and his ability to accurately grasp their characteristics. The last couplet describes the scene of the white sand embankment, expressing his heart directly and expressing the poet's joyful mood.

"Insufficient action" means not seeing enough, indicating that the poet lingers on. From the north of Gushan to the present Pinghu Qiuyue and Baidi, the poet has walked all the way to report the news of spring to people: the spring water is new on the lake, the spring orioles are singing on the trees, the spring swallows are carrying mud in the air, the spring flowers are gradually blooming on the embankment, and the spring grass is just green. The poet The sharp and delicate brushstrokes allow people to realize that West Lake is wearing spring clothes in a relaxed manner.

The poet praised the spring scenery of West Lake and pointed out that he loved walking on the white sand embankment most. There is water on both sides of the Baidi, and both sides of the embankment are filled with willows and peach trees.

When you walk on the Baidi in spring, the bleak lake water is at your feet, and you seem to be walking on the water; the willow branches in early spring are like smoke, like mist, like threads, floating in your lap. The face makes infinite tenderness and infinite love surge in your heart, making you feel like you are in a dream or a fairyland. When walking on Baidi in spring, you can better appreciate the feeling and mood of the poet when he wrote this poem.

The title of the whole poem is mainly based on the word "行", which is closely connected with the word "春行" to describe the scenery. However, the area of ??West Lake is too large and the journey is too long, so the poet only cut out one section to write - starting from the north of Gushan Temple and ending at Baisha Embankment.

Reading this poem, we naturally have the feeling of following the poet as he enjoys the scenery of West Lake in early spring. The whole poem has a strict structure, rigorous rhythm, neat dialogues, fluent language, vivid and natural language, and a simple tone, which reflects the characteristics of popular and smooth.

The poet described the flourishing spring on the lake from an overall perspective, and was good at describing the scenery during the journey, selecting typical examples and combining them with classification: in the middle, he wrote four words: orioles, swallows, flowers, and grass. This is the most beautiful scenery in spring, with unique combinations of animals and plants. He is also good at grasping the characteristics of scenery and using the most expressive words to describe and render it.

3) Appreciation of Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" The orioles are singing thousands of miles away, reflecting the green river, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.

This is a poem describing the scenery of Jiangnan. How charming and desirable Jiangnan is. "When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue." Bai Juyi has painted us gorgeous pictures, but they are only macroscopic, and Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" It was relatively specific and seemed to lead us to visit several scenic spots, which made our impression even more profound.

In this poem, Du Mu not only depicts the bright spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but also reproduces the misty and rainy terrace scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, making the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River more magical and confusing, and has a special interest. "Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the water village is in the mountains, and the wine flag is winding." First of all, the poet brings us into the world of red flowers and green willows in the south of the Yangtze River.

Look, there are singing and dancing birds everywhere, green trees and red flowers everywhere; the village in Dishui, the city wall on the mountain, especially the wine flag fluttering in the wind, how fascinating it is! "Thousands of Miles" means that the whole Jiangnan is written, but the whole is expressed through specific images. "There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and there are so many towers in the mist and rain." Here are the temples, an important part of the transition to the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, adding a sense of vicissitudes. Many Buddhist buildings left over from the Southern Dynasties are looming in the spring breeze and rain. , adding to the confusing beauty.

3. Poems and paragraphs about rain

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. --- Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi"

The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face, which is not cold. ——-Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"

The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ――――Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the mist and rain. ――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"

Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into my dream. ―――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ――――Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three drops of rain are falling in front of the mountain――― How many.

――――Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -----Du Mu's "Qingming"

The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. ――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake"

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain is beating the peaches――――Wen Tianxiang "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

Kongshan Xin After the rain, the weather comes late in autumn————(Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountain")

It’s a cold rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guest from Chushan in the bright light—— (Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower")

About the rain

When I miss the rain, it is when my thoughts and sorrows accumulate very heavily, and I feel like a thirsty seedling looking forward to the arrival of rain.

No matter whether the rain is heavy or small, if it is in the early morning, it will become a refreshing and relaxing feeling when I wake up leisurely from my dream. Fresh and bright, I can rely on my mood throughout the day.

If the rain falls during the day, it will wet the dust in the heart, and an inexplicable sadness will be in the cool wind, and the freehand brushwork will become a patter of poetry. Everything was quiet, the noise sank into the water of the city, everything flowed away, there was only the falling rain. So I went out, not wanting to bring an umbrella, and let all the depression flow under my feet. At that point, it enters a fairy tale.

Except for the people who were hiding, everything was wet. It was so nice. Everything was quietly quiet. Only the rain was knocking on the small window with a face as if it were falling at midnight.

When listening to the rain at midnight, the dream is in the rain, and the rain is in the dream. In the wandering distance, my thoughts have the ancient charm of Zen. In the touch of the sounds of nature, a touch of emotion exaggerates the elegant dream.

The rain came again today. It came when I was walking on the road and I didn’t know where to throw my terrible heart. It shocked people and all moving things from far to near.

I stopped and waited for the rain to come without hiding.

When the first raindrop suddenly fell on the tip of my nose, it made me feel so happy and sad. When my hair was soaked, when my clothes were soaked, and when I saw everyone hiding, I felt the exquisite convexity and every detail of my body clearly, and I felt the desire to cry loudly.

I walked, hiding from people’s pointing fingers, and getting close to the rain like a fool. I didn't want to go back, let alone hide. When the coolness of my body penetrated into my heart, I found that there was water on the road, and the depression and dirt were flowing away with the rain. Everything has passed, and the world has become fresh and bright again.

I discovered that under the branches and leaves of the roadside flower bed, there was a spotted butterfly that was too wet to hide in time, and was struggling to climb up a blade of grass. I think that if the butterfly can change its mood, it will be as comfortable as the snail next to it (the snail is walking like me), and it will turn this terrible rain into a comfortable bath.

What about me? I can use what ordinary people think of as unlucky rain as a way to relieve my emotions. Why can't I transfer my open-mindedness, tolerance and interest in the rain to every day without rain?

Am I just a snail who likes to get wet in the rain?

It’s really good to be in the rain. If you can avoid running away in a hurry or panic, or wandering in the rain with sadness, and can communicate with the wind and rain quietly, you can feel the dullness of the city. The emotional scabs are peeling off piece by piece, slowly revealing the green leaves of memory and the vivid heart. Rain is

the messenger of heaven and earth, nourishing and inspiring all things in the world. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the insights I gained from my love for rain.

I saw the lights turning on one by one, and the lights in the houses of different heights were touching. It seemed as if I was separated from the world, and I developed a worship of people and a kindness to all things.

In life, all the difference is in the house and the light.

I went back and dried my wet clothes and my wet mood together.

4. Ask for a poem about rain, and write down the reasons why you like it.

Open Tang and Song poetry works, and you can hear the sound of rain everywhere.

There is much sadness in the rain, so there are many poems in the rain. Take Du Fu and Li Shangyin as examples: the image of "rain" appears 246 times in Du's poems, which is six times more than the 36 times of "eyes"; the image of "rain" appears 73 times in Li Shangyin's poems, while the word "eyes" only appears 10 times. .

[1] Rain, as a gently flowing object, often appears in poets' writings and has become an effective carrier for poets to express their personal emotions. From a natural phenomenon without any subjective sentiment, rain has been deliberately created into a traditional lyrical image in Chinese literature. It incorporates the author's unique feelings, experiences, emotions and mentality, and has rich life implications and aesthetic value. .

Below we will talk about the construction type of "rain" image and its life implications from four aspects. 1. Love of rain - a light rainy night has come, but no spring grass will grow. Love of rain is often associated with nourishing all things and arousing vitality.

Wei Yingwu's poem "Secluded Residence": "The light rainy night comes, and I don't know the spring grass grows" is a good line that people appreciate.

"Mirror" is an accurate description of the drizzle in early spring. The spring grass grows under the moisture of the drizzle. There is a vibrant spring atmosphere here, and the poet's love for the subtle spring rain that comes at night. The tranquility of the poet's seclusion and the joy of his mood can be seen. .

Su Shi's poem "Huanxi Sand": "The soft grass and flat sand are new after the rain, and the light sand is dust-free when walking on the road." After a drenching rain, the fields are green and the scenery is particularly fresh and lovely. Walking on the grassy plains of Pingsha, it is spotless. You can only feel the greenery in your eyes, and you can imagine the joy in your heart.

Du Fu's "Two Poems on the Water Threshold to Heart" (Part 1) contains two lines: "Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows slant in the breeze." The poet vividly and delicately describes the fish and swallows in the breeze and drizzle. dynamics in. The joy of the fish and the lightness of the swallows aroused the poet's psychological reaction of joy. Doesn't this make us feel the poet's love for spring? Let’s take another look at Han Yu’s “Early Spring Presents the Water Department Zhang Shiba Yuanwai”: The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but there is no grass up close.

The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. The slender drizzle falling on the streets in the sky is as moist as pastry, and pastry is like butter. It is delicate, well-proportioned, smooth, moist, and slowly falls on the streets of the imperial city.

Looking at the color of grass through the rain, it is hazy, as if there is a very light green color. This is the color of grass in early spring. Looking at it, people suddenly feel happy, fresh, lively and fragrant, and their joy is beyond words.

Among the rain-happy poems, the most widely circulated one is Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night": Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Good rain knows what people want. When the earth is in urgent need of rain, the rain comes. Fortunately, it comes at the right time. At night when people are sleeping soundly, the rain falls silently and softly, unknowingly and tenderly blending into the earth, turning into the luster and bright color of life. It is good at moisturizing things silently.

Rain is both spring rain and good rain. It understands people's thoughts and understands people's hearts, so it makes people happy. Although the word "happiness" in the title does not appear in the poem, "the meaning of 'happiness' bursts out from the encounter."

[2] Similar examples include: "After the rain, two birds came to occupy Bamboo, in deep autumn, a butterfly is looking for flowers under it" (Wen Tong's "After the Rain" by Hokusai); "No one can see it when it rains at the west window, and the plantains are spread out for several feet" (One of Wang Zao's "Two Poems on Ji Shi"); "The mountains are all green and the rivers are full of white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules" (Weng Juan's "April in the Village"); "The rain on the spring road adds flowers, and the flowers move the spring scenery of the mountain" (Qin Guan's "Good Things Come Soon") and so on. These poems and sentences are written in a friendly and lovely way, giving people a sense of pleasure.

We can read the luster of life and the vitality and hope of life. 2. Bitter Rain - The Chu sky is long and short, and it rains at dusk. Song Yu has no worries and worries about herself. The past is like smoke, life is short, "the fortunes are uneven, and the fate is many."

When the poet is sad for spring, sad for autumn, sad about separation, hateful, lonely, and helpless, the rain falls, becoming a natural image that best suits the frustration and sorrow of the literati, and has a specific emotional connotation. Such examples are common in Tang and Song poetry, and are listed below: Bai Juyi's "The White-haired Man in Shangyang": "The shadow of Geng Geng behind the broken lamp on the wall, and the sound of dark rain hitting the window."

Jiang Baishi's "Point" "Red Lips": "Several peaks are pure and bitter, Shang Lue is raining at dusk." Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand": "Xiao Xiaoyu is crying at dusk."

Li Jing's "Huanxi Sand": "Blue birds do not convey clouds and foreign messages, and lilacs are empty Sadness in the rain. "He Zhu's "Half-Dead Tong": "Lie on an empty bed and listen to the rain from the south window."

Su Che's "Two Poems at Xiaoyao Hall": "I'm sleepy and can't breathe by the north window." , the wind blows on the pines and bamboos, and the rain is miserable. "Xu Hun's "Farewell to Xie Ting": "It is already far away when the wine wakes up, and the sky is full of wind and rain."

Dai Shulun's "Su Xi Pavilion": "The swallows do not return." It's late in spring, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the rain. "Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha": "The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading."

Sikong Shu's "Happy Brother Lu Lun Sees the Stay": "In the rain. The yellow-leafed tree, the white-headed man under the lamp. "Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower": "The cold rain comes to Wu at night, and I see off my guests in Chushan at dawn."

"Geng Luzi" by Wen Tingyun: "The Wutong tree. , The rain in the middle of the night does not mean separation from love, but it is bitter. Every leaf, every sound, drips into the sky. "

From the above examples, we can see that bitter rain is often associated with sadness, resentment, and sorrow. Emotionally connected. The seasons are mostly spring and autumn, and the time is mainly dusk and night.

The spring rain is continuous and the autumn rain is falling. When there are countless falling reds, spring is in a hurry, the sad wind is howling, yellow leaves are falling, the sun is setting, the road is exhausted, and the night is quiet, the rain seems to understand people's emotions, falling bit by bit, and hitting people's hearts with each sound. The poet has mixed feelings and tears It comes out with sadness, and it is heartbreaking to read.

3. Elegant Rain - The spring tide brings rain and comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing. In the Tang Dynasty, Sikong Tu explained "elegant" in "Poems": "A jade pot buys spring, In the rain-watching hut, there is a beautiful man sitting in the middle, with bamboos on the left and right. The white clouds are beginning to clear, the birds are chasing each other, the piano is sleeping in the green shade, and there is a waterfall above.

The fallen flowers are speechless, and the people are as pale as chrysanthemums."[3] Mr. Guo Shaoyu said: "Watching the rain in thatched hut, you can live in seclusion and contentment, and you can see its elegance." [4] Chinese literati have the elegance of loving rain. This is the need for emotional expression and the pursuit of an elegant life environment.

Take Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream" as an example: The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

There is a lovely patch of grass growing beside the mountain stream, and an oriole is chirping leisurely among the trees. In the evening, the spring rain fell, the tide was strong, there was no one on the wild crossing, the boat was alone, and it was full of confusion.

The poet's admiration and appreciation for the natural existence of wild things reflects the leisurely and elegant human ecology.

5. Sentences describing liking the rain

When you think about rain, that is when your thoughts and sorrows accumulate very heavily, and your mood is like a thirsty seedling looking forward to the arrival of rain. .

No matter whether the rain is heavy or small, if it is in the early morning, it will be refreshing and relaxing when I wake up leisurely from my dream. Fresh and bright, I can rely on my mood throughout the day.

If the rain falls during the day, it will wet the dust in the heart, and an inexplicable sadness will be in the cool wind, and the freehand brushwork will become a patter of poetry. Everything was quiet, the noise sank into the water of the city, everything flowed away, there was only the falling rain.

So I walked out, not wanting to bring an umbrella, and let all the depression flow under my feet. At that point, it enters a fairy tale.

Except for the people who were hiding, everything was wet. It was so nice. Everything was quietly quiet. Only the rain was knocking on the small window with a face as if it were falling at midnight. When I listen to the rain at midnight, my dream is in the rain, and the rain is in my dream.

In the wandering distance, my thoughts have the ancient charm of Zen. In the touch of the sounds of nature, a touch of emotion renders the elegant dream. The rain came again today. It came when I was walking on the road and I didn't know where to throw my terrible heart. It shocked people and all moving things from far to near.

I stopped and waited for the rain to come without hiding. When the first raindrop suddenly landed on the tip of my nose, it made me feel so relieved.

When my hair was soaked, when my clothes were soaked, when I saw everyone hiding, I felt the exquisite convex and concave parts of my body and the clarity of every detail. A desire to cry loudly. I walked, hiding from people’s pointing fingers, and getting close to the rain like a fool.

I didn’t want to go back, let alone hide. When the coolness of my body penetrated into my heart, I found that there was water on the road, and the depression and dirt were flowing away with the rain. Everything has passed, and the world has become fresh and bright again.

I discovered that under the branches and leaves of the roadside flower bed, there was a spotted butterfly that was too wet to hide in time, and was struggling to climb up a blade of grass. I think that if the butterfly can change its mood, it will be as comfortable as the snail next to it (the snail is walking like me), and it will turn this terrible rain into a comfortable bath.

What about me? I can use what ordinary people consider to be unlucky things like being caught in the rain as a way to relax and release my emotions. Why can't I transfer my open-mindedness, tolerance and interest in the rain to every day without rain? Am I just a snail who likes to get wet in the rain? It's really good to be in the rain. If you can avoid running away in a hurry or panic, or wandering in the rain with sadness, and can communicate with the wind and rain quietly, you can feel the dullness of the city and the scarring of emotions. The pieces peeled off, slowly revealing the green leaves of memory and the vivid heart. Rain is the messenger of heaven and earth, nourishing and inspiring all things in the world.

I can’t help but feel grateful for the insights I gained from my love for rain. I saw the lights turning on one by one, and the lights in the houses of different heights were touching.

It seemed as if I was in another world, and I developed a worship of people and an affection for all things. For life, all the difference is in the house and the light.

I went back and dried my wet clothes and my wet mood together.

6. Beautiful poems or sentences about rain

1. "Spring Dawn" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty slept in spring without realizing the dawn, and heard the singing of birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen. 2. "Mountain Dwelling Autumn Borer" After the new rain in the Tang Dynasty, Weikong Mountain, the weather was late and autumn came.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. 3. "Spring Night Joyful Rain" Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty knows the season when it rains, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Looking at the red and wet places at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. 4. "In the Mountains" King Wei of the Tang Dynasty saw white rocks emerging from Jingxi River, and the weather was cold and the red leaves were sparse.

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. 5. "The Fisherman's Song" Zhang Zhi of the Tang Dynasty egrets flew in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water made mandarin fish fat.

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. 6. "A storm broke out on November 4th" Lu You of the Song Dynasty lay frozen in a lonely village, not feeling sorry for himself, but still thinking of guarding Luntai for the country.

I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. 7. "Qingming" Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. 8. "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty came to Wu on a cold and rainy night, and saw off his guest Chu Shangu in the morning.

Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot. 9. "Farewell to the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" and "Weicheng Song" by King Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.

I advise you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. 10. "Drinking on the Lake at First Sunny and Later Rain" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange.

If the West Lake is compared to the West, light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable. 11. "Quequatrains" Song Dynasty Shi Zhinan tied a short canopy in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa helped me cross the east side of the bridge.

My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. 12. "Night Rain Sends to the North" Tang Dynasty Lord Li Shangyin asked about his return date, and the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond.

How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? 13. "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" Song Lu's travels in the world have been as thin as gauze for many years. Who makes people ride in Beijing?

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. Low paper is laid slantingly, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window.

Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival. 14. "Giving Yuan Jiu in the Autumn Rain" Tang Bai Juyi couldn't bear the red leaves and moss, and it was a cool windy and rainy day.

Don’t blame me for being so bitter in my autumn thoughts. I am nearly 20 years older than your school. 15. "Continuous Rain" Tang Bai Juyi The wind and rain are rustling darkly, and the rooster crows and the court returns to the court at dusk.

The broken sound cages the bitter bamboos, and the cold green leaves fall on the banana trees. Water birds stay on the eaves, and mud frogs jump into the house.

I still hear that the Tibetan guests have met, and I want to go to court tomorrow. 16. "To the Rain" Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty rolled up the curtains and raised his eyes to reveal wet grass.

The clouds are hidden in ancient Xiu, and broken smoke is woven in the empty courtyard. I can't afford to worry about the water lines, and it's hard to pull the wind lines.

He helps the plowman all day long, going back and forth in front of the river trees. 17. "Rain" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, the clouds are coming one after another, and the curtains and lamps are scattered, sending loneliness.

I stayed up all night, alone, and there were plantains outside the host's window. 18. "Night Rain" Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty On September 30th, the sound of rain was like farewell to autumn.

The steps are full of leaves for no reason, how many heads are there in vain? Bit by bit, the cold dream invades, and Xiao is filled with sadness. If you don't sing the fisherman's song, you will return to the boat when the raincoat is wet.