Poetry of rain and solar terms

The ancient poems about rain and solar terms include Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, One Hundred Ancient Poems, Jueju, Fishing Songs and Two Ambassadors of Anxi.

1, 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.

In Du Fu's works, the spring rain is like an understanding snail girl, who quietly falls in the night and silently moistens everything in the world. Under the cover of dark clouds, the river boats in the distance are brightly lit, and Du Fu deeply feels the spring rain. When the Ming dynasty woke up, the city was full of spring scenery, and the flowers moistened by rain were more delicate and charming. This is the Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night in Du Fu's eyes, with delicate and silent auditory enjoyment, visual impact of red flowers in the dark, joy of knowing the season when it rains, and deep affection of moistening things silently.

2, "One Hundred Ancient Poems"-The Language of Turquoise

Smoke warms the soil and pastes the people's spirit, and a plough of new rain breaks the spring ploughing.

The original effect is endless, and the wild grass and idle flowers are second to none.

Spring rain nourishes everything, breaking ground is safe. When the rain came and the land became warmer, the farmers' uncles began to get busy. They plowed the fields one by one. Shi Zhiyu, a famous monk in the Song Dynasty, was as happy as Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night when he saw this busy scene. But the happiest thing is that when it belongs to the farmer's uncle who plows the fields in spring, there will be autumn harvest in spring and beautiful scenery in spring ploughing.

3, "Jueju"-Song Zhinan

The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

Rain knows spring best, makes everything germinate and gives visitors poetry. Monk Zhinan felt this kind of poetry and braved the drizzle to appreciate the boundless spring scenery. He left in a small boat and anchored under that old tree. He walked up the bridge on crutches alone, all the way east, and walked into "colorful is always spring" Even though the rain in Mao Mao stained his clothes, he didn't feel wet. Instead, he felt that the apricot flowers shrouded in misty rain were richer and more vivid.

4. The fisherman's song-Tang Zhang

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.

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.

A misty rain, a romantic pole, can be said to be the leisure of fishermen in the spring rain. Zhang sketched such a picture of fishing in spring rain for us, which is full of poetry and painting. There are egrets soaring in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms blooming on the banks of the river, and fat mandarin fish in the spring water. But the crowning touch here is a fisherman wearing a blue bamboo hat and green hemp fiber.

5, "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi"-Wei

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

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun.

The affectionate spring rain may arrive as scheduled on a certain night, which is the timely rain that Fu has been waiting for for for a long time. It may also come unexpectedly one morning to wash away the dust for those who are about to travel, and go into battle lightly. On the spring morning when Wang Wei said goodbye to his old friend, it rained in Mao Mao. The rain washed away the fine dust on the road, and the willows on both sides of the hotel became greener.

However, Wang Wei's reluctance to part with his friends has become more and more lingering. After drinking one cup after another, I said my blessing over and over again, but I still didn't want my old friend to leave.