There are many poems about rain in ancient poems, which are either beautiful, melancholy, sad, or deep, and touch people's feelings.
The spring road rain is icing flowers, and the flowers move a mountain of spring. ”
Qin Guan's "Good Things Are Near: Made in a Dream".
During the dream-like walk, a spring rain came and gave birth to countless gorgeous flowers in an instant.
The rain moistens the petals and makes them more colorful. With the spring breeze blowing on the face, the spring rain is sprinkled one after another, and the whole mountain is decorated with bright spring light and picturesque.
In this intoxicating spring rain, I longed for peace and relief from it.
When the spring hatred came last year, the falling flowers were independent, and the swifts flew together. ”
Yan Jidao "Linjiang Immortal, Dream of the High Lock".
Ah, the pain of parting in the spring of last year is back in my heart:
Alone waiting for your return until the flowers wither.
In the drizzle, I saw the swallows flying in pairs, so sad!
The word "spring" is cleverly hidden in "falling flowers" and "light rain", while "independence" and "double flying" are metaphors for "hate".
Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. ”
Zhang Zhihe, "Fisherman's Song, Egret Flying in Front of Xisai Mountain".
Wearing a green hat and a green robe, enjoying the tranquility and freedom in the breeze and drizzle, ah, I really hope to stay in this wonderful time forever!
The image of this fisherman wearing a hat in the wind and rain symbolizes the poet's transcendent pursuit of fame and fortune, not greedy for fame and fortune, but only devoted to the leisurely life in the mountains and forests.
The stark contrast between "spring" and "hate" highlights the loneliness and desolation of "me" at this moment.
It's strange that there is no rain and an umbrella, not to cover your head but to make the wind. ”
Yang Wanli's "Boat Over Anren".
Two children sit in a flat boat, and strangely they don't use a penny or a pinch to row the boat. It's no wonder that even when it wasn't raining, they opened their umbrellas, not to shield themselves from the rain, but to use their umbrellas to guide the wind and push the boat forward!
The rain is empty and the fireworks are late, and the steamed quinoa is cooked. ”
Wang Wei's "Cumulus Rim Sichuan Village".
After living in the reinforced concrete urban jungle for a long time, more and more people have begun to look forward to an idyllic lifestyle, and they have come to Zhongnan Mountain, farming by themselves, and living the life they yearn for, which is an incomparably beautiful experience.
At that time, the poet's pastoral life was particularly pleasant and beautiful. Immerse yourself in the quiet and elegant Zen atmosphere, feel the beautiful and pleasant pastoral scenery of Gongchuan, and the harmonious coexistence of man and nature, which makes people feel more pleasant.
You see: it is the rainy season, the ground is moist, and the smoke rises above a quiet forest, and the smell of fireworks in this world makes people feel extremely warm.
Industrious women can be seen carrying their own hand-cooked delicacies to the fields to the east, where their husbands are toiling hard.
In ancient times, the deep relationship between husband and wife stemmed from this kind of mutual support and mutual companionship.
Yellow-leaved trees in the rain, white-headed people under the lamp".
Sikong Shu "Happy Brother Lu Lun Sees the Sudder".
On a cold night, the biting cold wind and icy raindrops ruthlessly invaded the old man, and the dim oil lamp reflected his full head of gray hair.
Just one sentence is enough to bring a person into a desolate and lonely world.
The presence of yellow leaves and white hair seems to imply a mysterious connection between all things in nature and human beings, perhaps a destined destination of fate, or a poetic castle carefully carved by life. Just read a sentence or two, and your heart will no longer be at peace.
Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. ”
Li Qingzhao "Slow Voice, Seeking and Seeking".
She stood alone by the window, in a dull mood and worried. coincided with the continuous autumn rain, and the raindrops hit the sycamore leaves little by little, and at this moment, she was shrouded in a sad and desolate emotion.
Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys. ”
Lu You's "Lin'an Spring Rain and Early Ji".
I listened to the sound of the spring rain all night in the small building, and expected that tomorrow morning, the sound of selling apricot blossoms would come from the deep alleys.
An indescribable feeling of helplessness and melancholy quietly permeates this text.
Three points of spring, two points of sorrow, and one point of wind and rain. ”
Ye Qingchen's "He Shengchao Farewell".
Of these three points of spring, two points contain melancholy, and the remaining part is the merciless wind and rain.
For the original sad mood, adding this ruthless wind and rain makes the sorrow even more bearable.
Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool. ”
Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends North".
You ask "me" when I will meet you, until I still don't know this time, I can only watch the night rain in Bashan outside the window, slowly from the autumn pool**...
This life in the world is just a journey that you can't help yourself, whether it's good or bad, who is not in a hurry?
His life is like a float, and his death is like a rest; Life is a tour, death is a return. But I asked about the return date, but I don't know.
The cuckoo cries blood: It's better to go back.
However, the return date of the gentleman has not yet been scheduled.
Teach that, the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool.