2. Du Fu's poems describing drizzle

Describe what you said about the teacher. Poetry 1. Praise the teacher's poems and songs.

1, rotten pavilion barrier at the northern foot, Wentun division.

-Du Mu's Book in the Snow 2. East palace white bastard, South Temple Zen master. -Bai Juyi's "White Rock" 3. The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and the heart is full of blood to open new flowers.

-Anonymous "Couplet" 4, three things, teacher and teacher. -Lu's Nine Chapters of Neutrality and Music.

Song Gongqing's eighth song, "5, military uniform with small hair, mentoring is waiting for the spring." -Su Shi's Feng Hesheng, Wang Zhixing, Du Chun, and the University of Shuofang. Kong Ziyun: What is it? .

-Zhi-Liu Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription" 7. The spiritual teacher does not care about the pipeline, but takes the road to delay. -Han Yu's "Send the Spirit Master" 8. The surname of the soul teacher Huangfu, Sakamoto's re-election.

-Han Yu's "Send the Spirit Master" 9. Let the masses be full of peaches and plums, why not plant more flowers in front of the hall. -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall in Gong Ling of Fenghe" 10. The Green Field Hall occupies five flowers, and passers-by give directions to Gong Ling.

—— Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall in Gong Ling, Fenghe" 1 1. New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu" 12, I should not be Zhao Xiong, I am honored as the teacher of the Emperor Edition.

-Liu Ji's "Topic Taigong Fishing Wei Tu" praised the teacher's idiom to teach impermanence teachers: anyone who has strengths can be a teacher. Tutor: A mentor who can teach and help others.

Shine on you: Metaphorically, students surpass teachers or future generations surpass their predecessors. Teachers' dignity: Rights mean that teachers are respected, and the knowledge, skills or principles they impart can be respected.

Later, it is often used to refer to the dignity and solemnity of being a teacher. Also known as "be strict with yourself, respect teachers and respect morality".

2. Poems about teachers

Praise the teacher's poem: Spring silkworms will keep spinning until they die, and candles will cry dry every night.

-(Tang) Li Shangyin's Untitled is not a heartless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers. -(Qing) Gong Zizhen's "Yi Hai Miscellaneous Works" praised the teacher's famous saying: the teacher is the engineer of the human soul.

-Stalin is tall and strong. -"The Analects of Confucius Zi Han" Spring silkworms can weave until they die, and tears are exhausted every night-Li Shangyin's new bamboo is taller than the old bamboo, and it is all supported by veteran cadres.

New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -[Qing] Zheng Xie No matter how proud a person has achieved, he must drink water and think of his source. Remember that his teacher sowed the first seed for his growth.

-Madame Curie Teachers are not only disseminators of knowledge, but also models. -[America] Bruner is honest and does not give orders; His body is not straight, although he disobeys.

Confucius illuminates the road for others and shines for himself. This is the greatest happiness of mankind. -[The former Soviet Union] dzerzhinsky paid more attention to learning than to respecting teachers.

-Tan Sitong, an ancient scholar, must be strict with the teacher and then respect him. -Ouyang Xiu, an ancient holy king, never disrespected his teacher.

-Lv Buwei is a teacher for a day and a father for life. -Guan Hanqing is not as good as a teacher.

-Yang Xiong saint impermanence division. -teacher Han Yu is easy to meet, but the teacher is hard to meet.

-Sima Guang is not a teacher in the world, so he benefits from this. -Liu Zongyuan Scholars must seek teachers and teachers.

-Cheng Yi Learning is expensive, and making friends is also expensive. -Tang Zhen is a teacher, so he preaches, teaches and dispels doubts.

-On Teacher Tang Hanyu.

3. Poems about teachers

Praise the teacher's poem:

1, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drip the wick dry every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.

2. "Decline": I am well aware of Song Yu's bitterness, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher. -Du Fu's "The Second of Five Records of Places of Interest"

3, North Lu bad pavilion barrier, Wentun division. -Du Mu's Book in the Snow

4, I should be Zhao Xiong, as the teacher of the emperor. -Liu Ji's "Title Taigong Fishing Guard Map"

5, your husband is full of peaches and plums, why not plant flowers in front of the hall. -Bai Juyi's "Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall of Gong Ling in Fenghe"

Praise the teacher's famous saying:

1. Teachers are engineers of the human soul. -Stalin

2. Educators' care and love will leave an indelible impression on students' minds. -Suhomlinski

3. No matter whether Qin Xin is cold or not, peaches are ripe and flow, while plums are ripe and incomplete. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

4. Show personality charm in every word and deed, show teacher's kindness in every move, include inculcation in every word, and make selfless dedication to your youth every minute.

5, on the podium, chalk dyed white hair; At the desk, responsibility presses two shoulders; Watering flowers and cultivating peaches and plums, all over the world; Rack one's brains and sprinkle hard work, student shine on you; Candles like silkworms, sincere dedication.

4. Poems about teachers

1. Teacher, you are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating others.

2. Teacher, you are like a spring silkworm, spitting the silk thread of wisdom and weaving knowledge. 3. Once a teacher, always a father.

Teacher, you are like a gardener, cultivating the flowers of the motherland. If you are water, we are fish, and we cannot live without you.

In spring, silkworms will be woven until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. A respected teacher, who has devoted his life to teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, taught people by example for ten years, repaired trees for a hundred years, tirelessly taught people, taught teachers everywhere and praised teachers' poems is their dedication. I remember your powdered hands, your charitable teachings, and your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. You are a bright light.

The words about the teacher are urgent.

In the old society, Li Shangyin, a great poet of spring silkworms in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem "Spring silkworms die, and night candles burn their wick", which brought the perseverance, loyalty and dedication of spring silkworms to the extreme and became a famous sentence sung through the ages.

People vividly compare teachers to "spring silkworms", which is a high evaluation of teachers' selfless dedication and noble quality. People praise teachers as spring silkworms, who "spit out all the silk threads in their hearts, pour infinite love into life, and weave a bright and warm world without knowing anything".

"Spring Silkworm" is a title that teachers feel extremely honored. Zhu Guangqian, a famous educator, said: "As long as I live, I will spin silk for a day. I hope that the silk I spit out can add a little warmth to the world and make spring stronger. "

Spring silkworm is pure and flawless, with noble temperament; In spring, I ate a few green leaves and spit out a splendid picture. Only glorious people's teachers are worthy of this title, because the excellent quality of spring silkworms is endless and spinning. Candle-the most warm and moving title candle originated from the famous sentence of Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Candle tears are exhausted every night".

People praise candles because they burn themselves silently and illuminate others with their own light until they burn themselves out. Speaking of the quality of candles, people will think of their beloved teachers, who impart knowledge to students and illuminate their voyage with the light of wisdom and character. Isn't this selfless dedication to "light the way for others, let others see the light and burn themselves out" the most vivid metaphor for people's teachers? "If the red candle glows and gives off heat, it carefully cultivates the excellent materials of the country, just like a spring silkworm who has no regrets and dedicates herself to education." This pair of couplets encouraged by the teacher is the recognition and pride of the title of "candle".

Lu Xun, a great modern writer, famously said, "Look down on a thousand fingers, bow down and be a willing ox", which sublimated and carried forward the spirit of the ox. Later, people used the word "cow" to describe people who are willing to serve the people and make selfless contributions. People call the teacher Gan Niu because it is a well-deserved and most appropriate metaphor.

Our country has always had the traditional virtue that teachers and students are "as close as father and son". Teachers love their students as much as their own children, work as hard as a willing cow, are willing to make dedication, and make all efforts to cultivate a willing child without asking for anything in return. Liu Rangxian, an outstanding teacher in China who won the "Ruzi Niu Award", has been rooted in the rural areas of Qinghai Plateau for decades and worked as hard as an ox, dedicating his love to his children selflessly. Liu Rangxian is an outstanding representative of teachers and a vivid embodiment of the spirit of "a willing ox".

The spirit of "a willing ox" is characterized by "deep love, silent cultivation, hard struggle and selfless dedication" and "eating grass to milk". These excellent qualities are embodied in the vast number of teachers in our country.

Therefore, calling a teacher a "Confucian cow" is China's most distinctive compliment. Ten years of trees and a hundred years of people are like spring breeze, and teachers are as deep as the sea.

6. Poems about teachers

The most glorious profession under the sun, the engineer of human soul; Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums, ten years of trees, ten years of wind, ten years of rain, and a hundred thousand pillars. Silkworms in spring will weave to death, and candles will drain the wick every night. There must be teachers like candles, burning themselves and illuminating others.

We are the flowers of our motherland, and our teacher is a diligent gardener. Teachers are like a long bridge leading to the knowledge coast.

Teachers are like candles, burning themselves and illuminating us. The teacher is like a big tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.

Teacher, everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland; I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland. You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Teacher, the engineer of human soul, who won't praise you! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.

It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.

This selfless dedication is unforgettable. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. You, the teacher's love, is the greatest and cleanest in the world! If we are a ship, then the teacher is a sail, leading us forward in the ocean of knowledge; If we want to embark on a journey, teachers are like candles in our hands, illuminating the bumpy road in our study.

You let us open the window of our hearts, you gave us spiritual support, you sent us on the road of learning and gave us endless encouragement. Teacher, we will always remember you.

Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty. It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.

You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.

Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.

Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.

Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.

Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.

If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.

Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.

This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.

Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.

Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.

The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you.

7. Praise the teacher's poem

★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem1:★★★★★ Four spring rains prepare for a rainy day, and several autumn rains wash the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.

Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.

Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.

The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold.

You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow.

Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.

Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.

We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.

People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world.

The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.

Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.

The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.

The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.

The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.

When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.

Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.

Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother.

It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone.

Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words.

Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, as scheduled.

Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.

We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.

The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get flowers. Your gold is the morning sun. Your money is yours. You are a gardener, shedding hard sweat and shining; Ah! Teacher-you trained me to be an adult and let me shine for the motherland; Ah! Teacher-you taught me how to be a man, and your hard work flows in my blood! Teacher, who led us into the spacious classroom with difficulty and taught us rich knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.

Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.

The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold.

You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! Miss the gardener. Everything that has passed will become a kind of nostalgia ―― teacher, I miss my middle school days, I miss my alma mater, I miss you ... If time can go back, let me go back to my student days ―― dear teacher, how much I want to listen to your earnest teachings again ... After a long time, your voice always rings in my ears; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ... Life is an endless road, and I am walking.

Du Fu's poem about drizzle is 1. Are there any poems about Du Fu describing the drizzle in spring?

1

Qujiangdui fish

Spring clouds cover the garden wall on the city, and the pavilion is fragrant. The forest belt is wet and swift, and the water belt is long and green.

The new army of Longwu was stationed in the chariot, and Furong was not in the temple, burning incense. When did you call this money party and get drunk next to beautiful women?

2

Uncle Bai Shuiming's family is happy with the rain, and I got the word.

My uncle's government is like this, and the ancients never replied. The blue mountains are sunny and wet, and there is much white water and rain.

If prayer is neither profound nor profound, what will happiness mean? The drought in the Tang Dynasty was quite severe, and now I am drunk with string songs.

three

Suduanyu

The cock crows with wind and rain, and the clouds are fine after a long drought. When the branches and quinoa fell into the spring mud, I got up early and had no food.

Every family keeps a calendar and a meal is swept away. Su Hou had to count and fell down every time he was happy.

So are the poor. Hu er has pears and dates. The muddy mash must be in your eyes, and you will get drunk.

Red thick horn flowers, green corner grass. Friends and guests talk about banter, and noise comforts the elderly.

The situation is bleak, and the grain can protect itself. The wife and children were separated by the military base, and they were abandoned.

four

intermittent drizzles (in the middle and lower reaches of the Chang Jiang River)

Nanjing Xipu Road, April ripe Huangmei. Zhan Zhan arrived at the Yangtze River, and the drizzle came.

Hair is sparse and easy to wet, and clouds are dense and difficult to open. Unexpectedly, Longxi, vortex shore home.

five

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

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.

6 Chao

rain

Cold rustling, Jiang Yun's eyes wandering. The wind hides the Zhu, and the swift gathers the deep strips.

Huang Qi finally resigned from Korea, but Yao was not in the nest. Thanks to the Qing Dynasty, there was a bottle of wine in the thatched cottage.

2. drizzle poem

Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

The rain in Hanyu Tianjie is as crisp as crisp, and the grass looks far and near, but it is nowhere to be seen. It is the best benefit of spring, better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.

Two Poems "Watching and Hunting on the Water Threshold" (I)

mansion/residence of a prince

When the wind blows, the general hunts Weicheng. To go to Guo Xuan, no village can count on credit.

Grass withered and eagle eye disease, light snow.

Suddenly I passed Xinfeng City and returned to Xiliuying. Fish swam out in the drizzle and swallows leaned in the breeze.

Looking back at the carving place, the clouds are thousands of miles flat. One hundred thousand households in the city, two or three households here.

Light rain on Jianmen Road Author: Lu You Times: Song Dynasty

Dust and wine stains on clothes make you disappear everywhere.

This body is a poet, riding a donkey into the sword door in the drizzle.

Tang Liu Changqing's "Send Scholar Yuan"

The spring breeze leans against the river and the green city, the water town is cold and cloudy in spring, and the sun is shining high. Rain is wet, clothes are invisible, and idle flowers are silent. The solitary sail on the sunset river is green, and the love in Wan Li, Hunan Province is green. When we meet, we know that Chunpao has been mistaken for a Confucian scholar.

Hengtang

Chengda Fan

Nanpu spring comes to a blue river, and the stone bridge Zhuta is still there.

Every year, seeing off guests on Hengtang Road, hanging trees and painting boats in drizzle.

. A song with a "slow voice" Li Qingzhao

Looking around, lonely and sad.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold at first.

Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing!

Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now?

Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! The Indus River is drizzling,

At dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad sentence!

3. drizzle poem

1. Is this a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. -Song: Lu You's Rain at Jianmen Road

Should I be a poet all my life? Why ride a thin donkey and go to the sword gate in the drizzle?

2. Is it raining all the way to Chu? The bell in the evening came to us from Nanjing. -Tang Dynasty: Wei, "Night Rain Farewell to Li Zhou/Fu Deyu"

The Chu River is shrouded in drizzle, and Jianye City rings the twilight bell.

It is raining all over the pond. Take a closer look at the flat face. 1. Shuang Yanzi guards Zhumen. It's easier to dusk than usual. -Song: Zhou Bangyan's "Yu Meiren United Xiao Xian Yutang"

The drizzle spilled all over the pond, splashing countless dots on the water covered with duckweed. Under the cinnabar eaves, a Shuang Yanzi stayed in the nest and stopped flying. Well, tonight seems to come earlier than usual.

4. Before coming out of the mountain, the clouds are like beasts, and the drizzle and wind are full of Wei Chuan. -Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang's "Climbing the Xianyang County Building and Looking at the Rain"

Clouds rushed out of the mountains like wild animals, and drizzle and wind spread all over the Weihe River.

5. It's raining every other day, and I'm speechless with a flick of my finger. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse. -Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, it is only after the flowers that the rain breaks"

The waves are endless, Liu Yiyi. A woman with a double butterfly embroidered skirt, you have only one flower from happiness. However, spring brings a continuous drizzle, which makes you sit in the boudoir for a long time and fails to live up to the beautiful Fangchun. When the weather is fine, Shuang Yan has returned, and the willow branches hang low.

6. It is still raining at dusk. Open the curtain at dawn to flatten the eaves. The sky is low in the river, and there is nowhere to recognize the green curtain. Who will accompany me when I sit alone and sing frozen songs? Wipe away the sick eyes and twist off the beard. -Song: Su Shi's "Jiang Shenzi, it is still rain at dusk"

Yesterday evening, it was raining in Mao Mao. I woke up the next morning and opened the curtains, only to find that the heavy snow was almost flush with the eaves. The river is wide and the sky is low, and the long white snow covers the wine flag of the riverside pub. I sat alone in the cold and recited poems. Who's with me? Wipe your dim eyes and stroke your aging beard.

7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Tang Dynasty: Du Mu's Qingming

During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out.

8. sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. -Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.

With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth.

9. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. -Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's Song of Xi on the Twenty Shores of Yuan Dynasty/Cheng Wei.

The light rain in the morning moistened the dust on the Acropolis, and the willow branches and leaves in the inn pavilion were fresh and tender.

10. I want to get wet with my clothes, but I don't think it's another village. -Song: Zhinan's "Jueju, short eaves in the shadow of ancient trees"

The drizzle won't wet my clothes; It floats on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making the flowers more brilliant. The breeze blowing on the face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is particularly embarrassing.

4. Poems describing drizzle

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night 1

Don du fu

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.

2. Fishing songs

Tang Zhang He Zhi

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

3. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Don Dumu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

4. Light rain in early spring

Tang hanyu

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.

5. Listen to the rain

Song Fang Yue

Zhu Zhai sleeps and listens to the rain, and moss grows in dreams.

Opposite the lonely mountain, idle birds don't guess.