What are the poems describing rain in ancient times?

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night 1

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Original text:

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.

Good rain knows the solar terms of rain, just when plants sprout and grow in spring. As the spring breeze quietly falls at night, it silently moistens everything in spring. On a rainy night, the field path was dark, and only the lights on the river boat flashed alone. Looking at the flowers soaked in rain at dawn, they are beautiful and red, and the whole Jinguan City has become a world of flowers and flowers.

2. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Original text:

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.

You asked me the date of going home, but it was difficult to decide the date. There is heavy rain in Bashan tonight, and the rain has filled the autumn pool. When can we have a long talk by candlelight and tell each other our thoughts in the rainy night tonight?

In early spring, Zhang was appointed as a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs.

Tang dynasty: Han Yu

Original text:

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.

The thin spring rain on Chang 'an Avenue is as smooth as crisp. From a distance, the grass colors are vaguely connected, but it looks sparse at close range. The most beautiful scenery in a year is the early spring, far better than the late spring in the city of green willows.

4. Yu Meiren listened to the rain.

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Original text:

Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, before the next step, until dawn.

When I was a child, I listened to the rain on the rostrum, red candles lit up, and the curtains were light in the dim light. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans.

Nowadays, when people are old, their temples are gray and they listen to the drizzle alone under the monk's house. It always seems so heartless to think of the joys and sorrows of the world. In that case, why sigh with emotion? Let the rain outside the window drop by drop on the steps until dawn.

5. Spring Day

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

Original text:

The light thunder fell all night, and the frivolous tiles were uneven.

Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches.

A spring thunder, a drizzle. After the rain in Chuqing, the sun shone on the blue tiles that had just been washed by the rain. Peony flowers that have experienced spring rain are full of rain and dew, like a tearful girl. The rose lay on her back, as if unable to droop, which made people fondle it.