What are the poems that pray for rain?

1, the mulberry leaves are leafless, the soil is smoked, and the flute pipe is in front of Longshui Temple.

Watching songs and dances in Zhumen, I am afraid that the spring sounds will swallow the strings.

Source: Tang "Listening to the Rain"

After a long drought without rain, mulberry branches can't grow leaves. The ground is extremely dry and dusty, and there seems to be smoke on the ground. In front of the Longwang Temple, people beat gongs and drums and prayed that the Longwang would have a shower. Rich people like to sing and dance everywhere. I'm also afraid that the spring rain will wet the orchestral instruments, making them not crisp and pleasant.

2. Do you want to see Takada? , not afraid of the rugged twenty miles.

One third of the grass has been lost in the early stage, and the rain can still be saved.

Source: Song "Xiyuan Begging for Rain and Li Judicial Rhyme"

If you want to see the seedlings in the alpine fields, don't be afraid to cross the 20-kilometer rugged mountain road. After crossing the mountain, one third of the seedlings died, and even the rain could not be saved.

3. The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.

The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.

Source: Song Anonymous "The Red Sun is Burning"

Summer is very hot, burning like a fire, and most of the crops and rice in the field are withered and burnt. The farmer's heart rolled like hot soup, but the nobles shook their fans.

4, bending the waist is often awkward, and negative repair is self-adaptive.

There are many bones in the valley, and I pray for rain to Yunan every year.

Source: Song Luyou, "Pray for Rain"

I often give up my face for five buckets of rice, and I will be happy to carry farm tools to farm. Backlogs of grain and many cows can see bones. Every year, people pray for rain in Yunan.

5, the sun is old, and the good shepherd misses her.

The waning moon rides low, and the eggplant is full of flowers.

Chaike Road is a little poor and remote in the wild.

The cold current at Taniguchi is clean, and the ancient trees in Congci are sparse.

Burning incense in autumn is wet and foggy, and jade is at the beginning of dawn.

I am a sincere gift.

Huifeng still withers, and Yu Ling goes with the accessory.

As soon as the crime is not established, turn your face and take the simple book.

Source: Liu Zongyuan's slogan "Wei Huang prayed for rain and saw the temple call" in the Tang Dynasty.

Agriculture was delayed because of the long drought in autumn. The virtuous Wei makes you miss the affected farmland. Officials who led horseback riding rushed to Huangxi overnight, playing eggplant flutes all the way, and the music resounded through the sky. Walk along the mountain road of the firewood collector, come to the end, stop and look at the farmhouse of the villagers from a distance. The stream at the exit of the valley is cool, and there are few ancient branches and leaves near Huangmiao in the dense forest.

Burning incense in the humid fog in autumn, the jade just placed on the altar began to break. The wizard's prayer sounds like a bug, a pious attitude and rich and redundant sacrifices. Pray that the warm wind will still blow through the weeds after the rain. As soon as the satrap's chariots and horses leave, I believe it will rain. I am waiting for the punishment of part-time officials, but I am ashamed to receive the enclosed abridged version.