Rain's most beautiful poem

The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,

The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.

The biggest advantage is that one spring,

It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.

A touch of spring permeates the fields, like a touch of acacia, constantly touching the heartstrings.

Lu You, the Beginning of Spring Rain in Lin 'an

For years, Shiwei has been skinny.

Who will be the rider in Beijing?

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night.

Deep alleys sell apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.

Short paper is planted obliquely as grass,

Clear the window and play tea with fine milk.

Plain clothes has no dust and sighs,

It's still clear that you can go home.

Different from the cold and bleak rain in winter, if you hear the gentle rain, it is probably spring knocking at the door.

Spring outing on the lake. Xu fu

A pair of swallows, when did you fly back?

Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom.

Spring rain broke the bridge,

The boat propped up Liu Yin.

Taking advantage of the warmth, small green leaves and blooming wild flowers indicate the abundance of spring rain.

Wei Wuying in Xixi, Chuzhou

Alone, pitied by grass and streams,

There is an oriole singing in the tree.

The rain brought by the spring tide comes late and urgently,

Wild crossing, no boat crossing.

In this hurried spring rain, I want to sing a song casually to solve that long loneliness.

Duchunmu Jiangnan

Thousands of warblers sing green and reflect red,

Flag wind of Shuicunshan fruit wine.

480 temples in the Southern Dynasties,

How many towers of smoke and rain

Sometimes I feel that the thin spring rain seems to have little effect on me, but my clothes get wet unconsciously.