A poem describing a light rain and cool autumn

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain. As night falls, the air is cool, as if it were autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.

2. Sleeping at night in autumn rain

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Three cold autumn nights, a comfortable old man.

After lights out, sleep in the beautiful rain.

Grey thermos flask, fragrant warm quilt.

The sun is shining, it is freezing, and the frost leaves are full of red.

On a cool late autumn night, another old man was at ease. After blowing the lights, I lay down and fell asleep slowly, and gradually fell asleep in the autumn rain. The fire in the brazier has gone out. Make a fire and bake a quilt. It is sunny in the morning, but it is a little cold. Look out of the window, the leaves are red with cold.

3, autumn rain sighs three, one.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

A hundred flowers rot in the rain, and the next step is bright colors.

The leaves are covered with branches and feathers, and countless money is spent.

The cool breeze blows you in a hurry, fearing that you will find it difficult to be independent in the future.

The scholar's head in the class is blank, and the breeze smells sweet tears.

Because of the continuous autumn rain, crops and plants are rotten, but cassia seeds under the steps of the house grow well and have bright colors. Cassia grows well and has many flowers. But after all, it is autumn, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the autumn wind is rustling. Even if it is better than other plants now, it can't resist the cold in autumn, and it will wither and become independent in the future.

The scholar in the room is sad in vain and worried about the decline of laurel (maybe it really gives birth to a few white hairs). The autumn wind blew, bringing a few wisps of flowers. The scholar could not control his emotions and shed tears when he smelled the slowly fading flowers.

4. Biography of the River and Autumn Rain

Five Dynasties: Yan Xuan

Autumn rain, autumn rain, day and night, falling.

The dark lights are cold and the resentment is separated, and the demon Ji is very sad.

The west wind is a little noisy, stopping and continuing, and the face is tired and hanging double jade.

I invited the goose several times, but failed to arrive as scheduled. The goose returned, but the person did not return.

Autumn rain is continuous! Autumn rain is continuous! Day and night, constantly drifting. In the dim light, she lay on the cold mat, resenting the separation from her lover. The beautiful girl can't help being so sad.

The west wind is getting urgent, blowing the bamboo branches in front of the window. On and off, two lines of tears hung on her powdered face. Originally, it was agreed many times to meet each other when the geese returned in autumn, but the other party failed to meet the deadline many times. Seeing the geese return, people don't return.

5, Xiao Taohong, one city, autumn rain, tofu pudding, cool

Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu

A city with bean curd in autumn, which is very cool, you can see Pingshan. Unlike when Jianhu is on the lake, Jinyun is fragrant, and lotus pickers talk about lotus flowers. The west wind flies, Qingxi fishermen sing, and hate is blown into the blue waves.

The autumn rain in the city, one after another, the bean curd is cool and cool, and the Pingshan Hall has a panoramic view of the distant mountains. The scene in front of us is not like the scenery of Jianhu in those days. At that time, the lotus was as bright as a cloud, and the fragrance floated in the sky. The lotus picking girls were singing and laughing in the lotus pond. In front of us are wild geese flying in the west wind and singing fishing songs in Qingxi. I can't wait to swim in the blue waves as soon as possible.