Ancient poems about rain in the twenty-four solar terms.

The ancient poems about rain in the twenty-four solar terms include Spring Rain, The Beginning of Spring Rain in Lin 'an, A Note to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, and Light Rain in Early Spring.

1, "Spring Rain" Tang Shangyin

When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go.

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

The long road ahead will be full of new hardships, and the residual clouds are still vaguely like dreams.

Why, I see a lone goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.

2. Song Luyou "The Beginning of Spring Rain in Lin 'an"

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.

3. "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Don Li Shangyin

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

4, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang 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.

5. Rain in Early Spring

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.