What are the poems about rain written by Han Yu?

1. What are Han Yu's poems describing the early spring rain? Eighteen members of Zhang Shuibu Author: Han Yutian Street is drizzling in autumn, but the grass color is far and near.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. It's raining lightly in the Imperial Capital, which makes the earth moist and soft. The grass is light green from a distance, but it's not near.

The most beautiful scenery in a year is the early spring scenery, which is far better than the late spring scenery in Beijing. [Comment] The first two lines of this poem are about scenery, one is about light rain, and the other is about grass.

After careful observation and comparison, the author vividly wrote the characteristics of Beijing's early spring scenery, and the last two lines were lyrical. The author thinks that the early spring scenery greatly exceeds the late spring scenery, which expresses the author's praise. [Analysis] This poem was written by Zhang Ji of the Ministry of Water Supply.

Ranked eighteenth among brothers, so it is called "Zhang Eighteen". The style of poetry is fresh and natural, simple and colloquial.

It seems dull, but it is by no means dull. Han Yu himself said, "Being poor is strange, and it becomes dull" (Send the teacher to john young).

It turns out that his "insipid" is hard-won. The wonderful sentence of the whole article is "the grass seems to be close, but it is not."

Imagine: in early spring and February, in the north, when the ice is still hanging under the treetops and eaves, where is spring? Not even a shadow. But if it rains a little, the next day, you see, spring is coming.

The foot of the rain in walk on by left the mark of spring, that is, the grass buds in early spring appeared. From a distance, it seems that there is a very pale green, which is the grass color in early spring. Watching, people's hearts are suddenly filled with happy business.

However, when you look closely with infinite joy, the ground is sparse and extremely slender buds, but you can't see what color it is. The poet, like a talented ink painter, waved his wonderful pen full of water, vaguely emitting a hint of green, which is the grass color in early spring.

From a distance, there are no more images, but when you get closer, you can't see them. This sentence "grass seems to be near, but it is not", which can be said that it is suitable for both far and near and vivid in the air.

The background of this color setting is a slender light rain falling on Tianjie (the street in the imperial city). Seeing the grass color through the rain adds a hazy beauty to the grass color in early spring.

And the light rain is as wet as crisp. Crispy is cream.

With such nutrients, can grass not be new? With such a background, can grass be beautiful? As we approached, the poet also made a comparison: "It is definitely better than the smoke willow in the Imperial Capital". The poet thinks that the color of early spring grass is many times better than the scenery of smoke and willow everywhere in the city.

Because the grass color of "looking far but not near" is unique in early spring, it is fresh and moist, symbolizing the rejuvenation of the earth and the prosperity of Vientiane business. Where's the willow? It's time for a "willow pile of smoke", not to mention a "full" city, which is not rare.

In late spring and March, the color is strong, but it is not so pleasing to the eye. Using contrast like this, unlike the general, is a double writing, in order to highlight the characteristics of spring scenery.

"Things are rare", and the color of spring grass in early spring is also very delicate. "There are no flowers in the Chinese New Year, and grass buds are first seen in February" (Chun Xue by Han Yu).

This is a state of mind. Winter has passed, and the cold is still strong. I was surprised and happy when I suddenly saw this wonderful grass color.

These pale greens were the only decorations on the earth at that time; However, at the end of spring, "grass knows spring" (Han Yu's "Late Spring"). At this time, people are not interested in seeing wicker, even if it is green, because it lacks that freshness. So the poet reminded me at the turning point of the third sentence: "The most important thing is the benefits of spring."

Yes, the plan of the year lies in spring, and the best part of spring is in early spring. This poem praises the early spring, which can capture the soul of the early spring and give readers endless aesthetic interest, even surpassing painting.

The poet has no crayons, but he paints a color that is extremely difficult to describe in poetic language-a pale color that seems to be absent. Without keen observation and superb poetry, it is impossible to refine the natural beauty of early spring into artistic beauty.

Appreciate this frame of Chinese painting with freehand brushwork, and simply draw a vivid scene of birds playing on the willow branches with skillful skills. Willow stems are painted in light ink, and birds are painted in light ink. Four birds have their own expressions, and February is early spring. Spring in the north is not obvious. Although the ice and snow melt, the cold still exists.

People still follow the instructions of spring covering and autumn freezing, wrapped in thick winter clothes, and walk through the chilly February. But the midday sun, when people stayed in the cold midnight for a long time and were too tired to go to bed, that spring jumped out from behind Tomb-Sweeping Day, but you were inadvertently in the bright sky, in the green trees, by the warm river, in the drizzle, in every corner.

Maybe one morning, when you pass by, you will suddenly find a touch of new green in the yellow. When you breathe cold air in the morning, you will surely shout with joy: Ah! Spring is coming! This scene reminds people of Zhu Ziqing's (Spring): Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.

That sudden feeling is like someone rushing out and bumping into you. When spring comes, it will not stop when you are surprised, stop to look at our emotions and tell some emotions, but take a step forward without looking back and slip away when you feel novel.

Therefore, when we savor the misty rain and blooming flowers in life, we never notice that it is the farewell hand of spring, waving goodbye to you. In fact, spring has already come, but we didn't notice it.

Just like a girl's first love, when she can't tell her feelings vaguely, when she is looking for love at a loss, she just doesn't know that love is around, and this love is the most real and precious love. Spring is like this. It does not germinate at the moment when flowers germinate, nor is it hazy in the misty rain. It won't reproduce like that, it won't be so slow, it won't drag on like that, but it will freeze in autumn in Han Xiao.

Bloom in the revival of everything. Therefore, spring is not only the fragrance of flowers and birds, but also the sunshine. It is also a feeling, a growth, a change and a change of everything in the past.

Early spring, although cold and monotonous, is not easy to be detected, but it is the most precious when it comes quietly. Because early spring is gestation, sowing and hope, and all the beauty begins here.

2. What are Han Yu's poems describing the spring rain? 1. There is no dry place at the head of the bed, and the feet of the rain are like numbness.

Don? Du Fu's "Cottage Blown by Autumn Wind" II. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. Song Lu You 1 1 The Storm on the 4th of the month 3. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three.

Song Xin Qi Ji's Xijiang Moon 4. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. Don? Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night 5. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green.

Wei's "Send Yuan 210 An" Volume 6. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Tang Du Mu's Qingming Festival 7. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

In the eighth issue of Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring. The sand road between the pine forests is clean and muddy, and it is raining. Stone's Huanxisha 9. Spring tides bring rain late and come in a hurry, and there is no boat to cross the wild.

Don Wei Wu Ying is in Xixi, Chuzhou 10. When the dark clouds began to sink, events cast a shadow in front of them. You Hun 1 1 of the East Building in Xianyang City. The heavy rain in xian yangqiao isolated fishing boats.

Tang Wen's Ting Yun's "Rain in the Sun" 12. Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats. 13 On June 27th, Shi was drunk in the building. The soil paste stirs up the rain, and flowers bloom.

Song Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Fun 14. You can't see wet clothes in the drizzle, and you can't hear idle flowers when you land. Tang Liu Changqing's Poem Garden 15. Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallow in the breeze.

Tang Du Fu's Heart on the Water Threshold 16. Before it rained, I saw flowers for the first time, but after it rained, there were no flowers at the bottom of the leaves. Jia's Beautiful Spring 17. I want to get wet with my clothes and my face is not cold.

Song Nanzhi's Jueju 18. There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world. The wind and rain do not move! Tang Du Fu's Song of Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage 19. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

Wen Song and Tian Xiang's Crossing the Zero Ding Yang 20. You asked about the uncertain return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Tang Li Shangyin's A Short Message to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao) 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.

(Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet. There is no need to go back to the green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber.

(Zhang: "Fishing Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

(Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. On a cold rainy night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone. (Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored.

(Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake") The river and rain are decadent, the river and the mountains are rainy, and the rain is coming. The wind fills the building, the rain clears and the blue clouds break, but it is said that the rain at night will listen to the wind and rain, the rain will fall and the pearls will jump off the boat at midnight.

Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan! Clouds are darkened by the darkness of rain, streams are pale by fog, east of sunrise and west of rain, the road is sunny but sunny, and there is no rain or rain in my life.

In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away. Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy.

Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, 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, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains. Yu Meiren? Listening to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang.

In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.

Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low. After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.

There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk.

This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.

A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

Wet clothes, apricot blossom rain, blowing face is not cold.

Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring.

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.

In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall down her sad white face, pear blossoms bring spring rain and hate clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain.

-Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Customs are strange, who to talk to. If you ask how much free time you have.

Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.

Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and there are flowers and beautiful flowers and boudeze in spring. Everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in China's ancient Yuefu poem Long Songs. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -Tang and Zhang Zhi's "Liu Yong" Tianjie is crisp and crisp, with grass.

At most, it is the benefit of a spring.

3. Han Yu's poem about the spring rain. The following is Han Yu's famous poem "Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring".

Apricot beside Wanshu River,

Open a new night wind.

The garden is full of shadows,

Shine in the green waves

Chun Xue.

Susu tidbits are late,

Feifei lycopene is light.

Long-lived male birds,

Chun yuan zi Jing

"In early spring, I sent two songs by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water Resources."

The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

The most important thing is the benefits of a spring, which is definitely better than a willow.

Mo Daoguan is busy being the boss, but no one is young and eager for sex.

As you first came to Jiangtou, the willow color is not deep.

late spring

Grass and trees all know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of flowers are fighting for grass and grass.

When will Luoyang Dongfeng come and Liu Chunquan return to Sichuan Boan?

4. What are the poems about rain? Green bamboo slips, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle need not be returned. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and rainy, and Liu's face is cold.

-the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain.

-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Wind and Rain on November 4" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring.

-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

-Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang crossed the Lingdingyang, the mountain was empty after the rain, and beginning of autumn at dusk-(Wang Wei: "Mountain in Autumn") There was no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes were wet-(Wang Wei:)

(Meng Haoran: Chun Xiao) 2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in the Mountain") 3. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet. There is no need to go back to the green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber. (Zhang: "Fishing Song") 6. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.

(Lu You: The Storm of November 4th) 7. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. (Du Mu: Tomb-Sweeping Day) 8. On a cold rainy night in Wu Man, Pingming sent a guest to Chushan alone.

(Wang Changling: Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 9. The acropolis bathed in rain and light dust, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi" Xi》) 10/0. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

(Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake") The river rain is decadent, the river and the mountains are rainy, and the rain comes strangely. The wind is full of buildings, and the blue clouds are broken after the rain, but it means that the night rain lies in the dead of night listening to the wind, the rain is falling, the white rain is falling, and the beads are jumping on the boat. It's nice to know that there is a lot of rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but now I remember that night, the storm, pedestrians on the road tried to break their souls. Falling flowers are independent, and the swift flies. Seven Fujian Chu Yun dark rain dark, east and west creek rain pale fog. There is sunshine but misty rain on the road, and there is no rain or shine in life. In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away.

Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy. Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, 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, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains.

Yu Meiren? Listening to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.

Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge. Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low.

After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant. There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night.

Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk. This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight.

If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold.

Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring. The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.

Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle. In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall down her sad white face, pear blossoms bring spring rain and hate clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry.

-Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad.

The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

If you ask how much free time you have. Yichuan tobacco is full of wind.

It rains when plums are yellow. Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. Spring and Budze have flowers and beautiful flowers, and everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. - "

The most favorable thing is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the smoke and willow pouring into the imperial city-Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty.

-Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring. -Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild.

-Wei's Xixi on Chuzhou is an ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaf is infinite, and it reflects the sun in different ways.

5. What are the poems about rain in ancient poetry? But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. It rained and rained last night. How many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down? )-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Good rain knows the solar terms of rain, just when plants germinate and grow. )-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. There are light clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear from time to time, and it is raining in front of the mountain. )-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

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. There is a continuous rain over the Capital Avenue. It is as delicate and moist as crispy cheese. From a distance, the grass is faintly connected, but when you look closely, it looks sparse and sporadic. )-Tang Hanyu presented Early Spring with Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. Spring tides bring late rain, and no one crosses the river in the wild. It means that it rains at night, and the tide is even stronger. There are no pedestrians in the country ferry, and a ferry is moored across the river. -Wei's Chuzhou Xixi

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. In the spring of March, apricot blossoms are in full bloom, and the drizzle seems to be deliberately wetting my clothes and will not stop; The wind blowing gently on people's faces and the warm wind with the fresh breath of willows are refreshing. ) —— Jueju, a monk in Zhinan, Southern Song Dynasty

Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. When the plums are yellow and ripe, it rains continuously, and frogs can be seen everywhere in the grass and ponds. )-"The Guest" by Song Zhao Shi Xiu

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. (Wearing a green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber, sitting on the boat in the oblique wind and drizzle, unwilling to go home for a long time)-Zhang Yuge.

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 A crisp light rain on the Acropolis in the morning moistened the dust on the road, and the green willows beside the hotel were washed more green by the rain. )-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi"

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. There used to be a deep temple full of cigarettes.

Today, pavilions stand in the misty rain. )-Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. Late at night, I was lying in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain.

I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored horse across the frozen river and went to the northern battlefield. )-Lu You's November 4th Storm.

1. Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called a beauty. In the fog of hate and sorrow, the scenery in Jiangnan is still beautiful. )-Wang Yucheng's Little Red Lip

2. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the spring rain continued, and people traveling on the road were upset and disappointed, as if they had been driven out of their minds. )-Du Mu's Qingming

3. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. Sunny days are so beautiful in dense water, rainy days are so beautiful in empty mountains.

4. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. Families in danger are like catkins in strong winds, and individuals are like duckweeds in showers. )-Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingdingyang"

5. The autumn shade in Jiangbei is half open, and the sunset is rainy. There seems to be a trend of cloudy to sunny. Who would have thought it was autumn and the climate was so changeable? )-On the River by Wang Anshi