A poem by an old man herding cattle in rainy days.

A poem by an old man herding cattle in rainy days.

Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.

When clothes are wet, you want to get wet, and you don't feel cold when you blow them on your face. -poems by monks in Zhinan.

The morning rain in Weicheng is light and the dust is light, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"

Four hundred and eighty halls in the Southern Dynasties are full of terraced fields and misty rain. -Du Mu's poem "Jiangnan Spring".

Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.

Good rain knows the season, and spring comes. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn".

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Lake Rain Drinks Chu Qing.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.

After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)