Ancient poems about rain, ancient poems about the solar terms of rain.

1, "In early spring, Mr. Zhang joined the Ministry of Water Affairs for eighteen years" (I)

(Tang) Han Yu

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.

Translation:

The streets in Beijing are drenched with rain, as delicate and moist as milk. Grass comes from the ground, and the colors of grass are faintly connected in the distance, but it looks sparse and sporadic when you look closely.

The most beautiful scenery in a year is this early spring scenery, far better than the late spring in Lvyang City.

2. Spring Rain in Lin 'an

(Song) Lu You

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.

Translation:

In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling?

Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning.

Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window.

Don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to my hometown by Yinshanjing Lake during the Qingming Festival.

3. "Rain in Early Spring" Author: Yu

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.

There is a lot of drizzle over Capital Avenue, which is as delicate and moist as crispy cheese. The grass in the distance is faintly connected, but it looks sparse and sporadic at close range. This is the most beautiful scenery in a year, but the most beautiful is Chang 'an, which is full of willows.