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Describe the spring rain in classical Chinese
1. A sentence describing the spring rain Several misty spring rains, the mountains are green, and the gurgling stream at the foot of the mountain is more and more swift and beautiful.

The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river.

Look, it is raining again. Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of fish. I just feel that this is like a kind of moist smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts. Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden. In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles. Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain.

In February and March, the breeze was blowing gently and the drizzle fell from the sky.

The rain was unusual and lasted for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a thin thread, woven densely. There is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. (Zhu Ziqing, "Spring")

1. Spring rain

In the early morning, after a few faint spring thunder, it rained for the first time since the beginning of spring. In the twilight, the rain slowly falls. Layers of rain clouds covered the rising sun. In a short time, the scenery near and far was shrouded in mist and rain. After breakfast, although the rain didn't stop, it didn't rain again, and it was still dripping. I picked up my umbrella and walked out of the house.

The rain is really small, dripping, unlike rain, like fog, and the world in front of us is blocked in the rain as dense as a pearl net. Looking into the distance, streets, buildings, pedestrians, leaving only a vague corridor. There were several deep thunders in the sky, and the rain seemed to be pushed up for a while. However, after a while, it was small again. I walked into the rain and fog, and suddenly, a fresh and cool feeling penetrated my whole body. Raindrops are cold when they hit your body, but somehow there is a moist and warm smell in the air, as if to report the news of spring.

The spring rain is falling, and the withered branches of trees are faintly green. The rain drops on the treetops and becomes a string of water-like notes. The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets. It rained heavily in the spring rain. It is gently awakening the earth, quietly taking away the cold, and slowly soothing the wounds of trees in winter. Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain.

What a magical spring rain. Both hazy and clear. It covers everything with an ethereal gauze and washes everything fresh and bright. My mood seems to have been washed and polished by rain, and a clear and cheerful feeling is growing. The whole world is like a newborn baby, as if everything has started all over again, the tree is new, and the new tree is covered with green buds; Grass is new, new and delicate; Flowers are new. They are in bud. Even the mood is new, and there is only a refreshing and pleasant feeling in my heart.

Through the misty spring yarn woven by soft rain silk, I looked at the pedestrians who were holding umbrellas and eager to hide from the rain, and I couldn't help thinking: Why do you want to hide? Let our body and mind feel the coolness brought by this spring rain together. So I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. Small raindrops hit me, and I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling. ...

When I came to school, the rain had stopped. Everywhere is fresh and bright, and the scenery of nature is washed so beautifully. I inadvertently looked back and seemed to see a very pale rainbow. It's not clear, but it's discernible. But when I looked intently, it was gone and disappeared without a trace. In the sky of Chu Qing, only a few white clouds are floating around ... "

What a cool and magical spring rain!

2. The sound of spring

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock ..." A spring rain fell from the sky, probably because the fairy in the sky accidentally knocked over the glass, and the nectar in the glass spilled on the ground. (The metaphor is particularly vivid)

Moistened by the spring rain, the grass took a bath and became greener. The grass grew quickly and soon covered the grass.

"sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..." The rain gradually weakened. Swallows are veritable messengers of spring, and their black feathers are as smooth and beautiful as black satin. A pair of light and flexible wings, white fluff on the abdomen, and black and white on the body are particularly eye-catching. Coupled with the scissors-like tail, the swallow is even cuter. (The description of the swallow is very detailed)

When the rain stopped, Grandpa Sun quietly brushed away the misty fog ("quietly" was used well), showing his red face. He looked down at the earth (there are many kinds, and it is more accurate to use "overlooking" here) as if enjoying the beautiful scenery. There are seven colors of rainbows faintly visible in the sky. "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who will dance in the sky with color training (proper quotation will add a lot to the article)?" The outermost layer of the rainbow is red, yellow, green and cyan ... the innermost layer is purple. The colors are connected harmoniously, and the shades are appropriate, just like the colorful exercises thrown by the fairy from the air.

Spring rain is so beautiful!

2. Give me a complete poem or word (10) describing the ancient poetry of spring rain. This painting is Song Zhang Fu singing about the East and West Temple, and the spring rain washes the north and south mountains. Feet are not poor, dreams have heard whispers. Song Yeyin's farming and fishing scene plowed out the spring rain and shook the breeze a little. Enjoying it is a kind of happiness, but it is just a kind of sadness. Li's title is villa. Returning to the heart brings storms. Jingren misses the rain, but he can't bring poetry home. The depth of the mud is not feasible. At present, it is cloudy to heavy rain, and the spring rain is also affectionate. Song Shi Zuqin's Ode to Spring Rain 123 songs, spring clouds moisten. Suddenly, the sun is in the sky, the sky can't cover it, and the ground can't carry it. In ancient times, everything was prosperous. Eight poems on the Thousand Wild Reed River, written in Yun Geng and Luo Song, spring rain, branches, full of frost in March. Stand on tiptoe to promote farming, and your mu of water is green. There are ten lines of vegetable garden dishes, leeks singing, and Liu Zikai's meat is ridiculous, with distinct charm. A spring rain covered me with green hair and cut my back. Song people moved to Yangliuwan and built Tianjiawu. Evenly dew the morning glow. Song and Yuan Dynasties heard the spring rain, and saw the shade behind closed doors. Singing at the bottom of the fan is lovely, but it is still a pity for spring. Yuyan Pavilion is about five songs in Song Dynasty, with plum blossoms in the first month and a stream of spring rain fragrance. Yan Fang looks for the old base, and the bee has built the Chinese house. The landscape shows that the green trees in the Tang Dynasty contain spring rain, and the green hills protect the morning smoke. Why take it out of the Rocky Mountains and travel to find a fairy? .

3. The ancient poems describing the spring rain (10) were written by Yan Fang. Spring rain swallows fat flowers, sees the shade behind closed doors, spits cauliflower all over the ground, and brings storms.

Enjoy it.

123 poems

Song Shi zu Qin

Spring rain is wet.

Stand on tiptoe to promote agriculture.

Landscape map

Yin Mingtang

Green trees contain spring rain.

Ren Jing wanted to go back to the rain, but it didn't come true with poetry.

Song Sima Guang

Jia kenian goes home.

Five poems by Yu Yanting

White pine jade toad

Plum blossoms are exhausted in the first month.

You can't write with a colored pen.

At present, it is cloudy and heavy, and there is a longing for love.

Title vermicelli

Songchouyuan

I smell the spring rain on the pillow.

Lovely Fan Song ass.

Lu Ba uses money more.

Song Luo Zhongshu

The cuckoo is singing in spring rain.

What the old farmer wants is nothing more than a full meal, dripping the morning glow evenly and protecting the morning smoke of Qingshan.

Cunju

Song guoren

Moving to Yangliuwan, mud is not feasible, but the mu of water is green and slightly windy, and the green hair is still alive, so the sky can't cover it.

It was a fine spring rain all night. The spring rain was beautiful in my valley, like a silk.

spring rain

Song luyou

Embrace the spring rain.

The foot strength is not bad, and the residual light is a little spring.

Suddenly, the sun was in the sky, the spring clouds were rustling, and the clouds were coming and going, so I stopped in the pavilion and looked out.

Fifty-seven ancient ode

Songshi Dojo

Put the fire in the cowshed.

How to do it.

Chunyuyin

Song Shaoyong

The spring rain is as fine as silk, a spring rain fragrance, and everything is prosperous.

The ground can't bear it.

Agricultural and fishery land

Song yeyin

A plow full of spring rain, spring rain is also affectionate, spring rain counts cold paintings.

Song Zhang fu

Eastern and Western temples are famous for water.

Houzaxing

Song luyou

Pull Xue Rui my wheat, the dream soul once listened to whispers and built a small family house.

How can you be a fairy outside of Los Angeles? You will eventually feel pitiful and charming.

A bed of spring rain is enough, and bees have repaired China's house.

Zhao Chang papaya flower.

Fan Song Chengda

The autumn wind is really strong.

Lishanzhuang rustic and eight-qi cloud house

Song Su Zhe

The stone chamber is empty.

Ten Braves and Nine in Vegetable Garden

Liu Song Ziyi

Meat is ridiculous.

There is enough spring rain on earth, and the frost is full in March.

Pear blossoms are white, and spring rains wash the north and south mountains.

My son is asymptotic.

4. Describe the details of the ancient poem of Spring Rain (10 poem), a scenic spot around the mountain. Go to Baidu to see the scenery of Sanqing Gaoling, and you can see the scenery on the ridge.

Thousands of hectares of green land are as flat as palms, and spring rains move and spring ploughs. - .

Thousands of hectares of green land are as flat as palms, and spring rains move and spring ploughs. - .

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak. - .

Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy.

Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing. - .

Where is the jade carving saddle? The blue window looks at Hong Yan, and the green curtain is sleeping.

Let's play it, Bowser, leaning sadly against the screen. - .

Shuangyu jade flew in from outside the willow and cleaned up and took a shower. Outside the building, the green curtain is high, leaning against a few songs.

Clouds are calm, and smoke trees are thousands of miles away. - .

Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, and it comes through the curtain, and it is sad to thank the pavilion.

The back of the red candle is embroidered, and the dream is long and I don't know. - .

The infinite birds in Chushan fly late, and the orchids are empty. Where the cuckoo crows, brilliant red blooms like blood.

The beauty of cicada temples is sad and fragrant. - .

Willow, like silk, is the spring rain on the postal bridge. The painting is broken, and the grass is Jiang Nanan.

Luan mirror flowers, who knows this. - .

All kinds of people are also in the fog, modest and self-sustaining Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early.

You can enjoy it when you are old, and you are young and energetic.

5. The sentences describing the spring rain should be lyrical and beautiful. It should be written in vernacular, not classical Chinese, not a few rainy spring rains. The mountains are green, and the gurgling streams at the foot of the mountains are more and more beautiful.

The continuous spring rain dyed the earth green, and the soft spring breeze warmed the river. Look, it is raining again.

Rain, like spun silk, is light and thin, and you can't hear the sound of falling, and you can't feel the dripping of fish. I just feel that this is like a kind of moist smoke, which gently moistens the earth and people's hearts.

Under the nourishment of spring rain, wheat seedlings grow greener and vegetables and flowers bloom more golden. In a crisscross ditch, the spring water trickles.

Young trees and willows spread their branches and leaves in the spring rain, greedily sucking the sweet rain. In February and March, the breeze was blowing gently and the drizzle fell from the sky.

The rain was unusual and lasted for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a thin thread, woven densely. There is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.

(Zhu Ziqing's Spring) 1. In the early morning of spring rain, after a few faint spring thunder, it rained for the first time since the beginning of spring. In the twilight, the rain slowly falls.

Layers of rain clouds covered the rising sun. In a short time, the scenery near and far was shrouded in mist and rain.

After breakfast, although the rain didn't stop, it didn't rain again, and it was still dripping. I picked up my umbrella and walked out of the house.

The rain is really small, dripping, unlike rain, like fog, and the world in front of us is blocked in the rain as dense as a pearl net. Looking into the distance, streets, buildings, pedestrians, leaving only a vague corridor.

There were several deep thunders in the sky, and the rain seemed to be pushed up for a while. However, after a while, it was small again.

I walked into the rain and fog, and suddenly, a fresh and cool feeling penetrated my whole body. Raindrops are cold when they hit your body, but somehow there is a moist and warm smell in the air, as if to report the news of spring.

The spring rain is falling, and the withered branches of trees are faintly green. Rain drops on the treetops, turning into strings of water-like notes. The ground is also wet a lot, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

Grass also sneaked out of the ground and began to weave green carpets. It rained heavily in the spring rain. It is gently awakening the earth, quietly taking away the cold, and slowly soothing the wounds of trees in winter.

Spring rain washes away the remnants of winter, and everything wakes up under the spring breeze and grows under the nourishment of spring rain. What a magical spring rain.

Both hazy and clear. It covers everything with an ethereal gauze and washes everything fresh and bright.

My mood seems to have been washed and polished by rain, and a clear and cheerful feeling is growing. The whole world is like a newborn baby, as if everything has started all over again, the tree is new, and the new tree is covered with green buds; Grass is new, new and delicate; Flowers are new. They are in bud.

Even the mood is new, and there is only a refreshing and pleasant feeling in my heart. Through the misty spring yarn woven by soft rain silk, I looked at the pedestrians who were holding umbrellas and eager to hide from the rain, and I couldn't help thinking: Why do you want to hide? Let our body and mind feel the coolness brought by this spring rain together.

So I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. Tiny raindrops hit me, and I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling ... when I came to school, the rain had stopped. Everywhere is fresh and bright, and the scenery of nature is washed so beautifully. I inadvertently looked back and seemed to see a very pale rainbow. It's not clear, but it's discernible.

But when I looked intently, it was gone and disappeared without a trace. In the sky of Chu Qing, only a few white clouds are floating around ... "What a cool and magical spring rain! 2. The voice of spring "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." There was a spring rain in the sky, probably because the fairy in the sky accidentally knocked over the glass, and the nectar in the glass spilled on the ground.

The metaphor is particularly vivid. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, the grass took a bath and became greener. The grass grew quickly and soon covered the grass.

"sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..." The rain gradually weakened. Swallows are veritable messengers of spring, and their black feathers are as smooth and beautiful as black satin.

A pair of light and flexible wings, white fluff on the abdomen, and black and white on the body are particularly eye-catching. Coupled with the scissors-like tail, the swallow is even cuter.

(Swallow's description is very detailed) The rain stopped, and Sun's father quietly brushed away the misty fog ("quietly" is used well), showing his red face. He looked down at the earth (there are many kinds, and it is more accurate to use "looking down" here) as if he were enjoying the beautiful scenery. There are seven colors of rainbows faintly visible in the sky. "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who will dance in the sky with color training (proper quotation will add a lot to the article)?" The outermost layer of the rainbow is red, yellow, green and cyan ... the innermost layer is purple. The colors are connected harmoniously, and the shades are appropriate, just like the colorful exercises thrown by the fairy from the air.

Spring rain is really beautiful.

6. China's classical spring poems describing spring.

Yichun garden has returned to the middle of spring, wearing spring clothes and fragrant halls. Birds sing a thousand kinds of mail in the Spring Festival, and flowers fly all over the road in February. There are flowers everywhere in Heyang County and trees everywhere in Jingu County. A clump of herbs is enough to hinder people, and a few feet of hairspring is the root. Enter the forest to compete and cross the river bridge. Out of the Pear Blossom Palace, down to Yan Feilan Palace. Many women are dumbfounded, tall and afraid of the wind. Eyebrows will fight for green, and faces will fight for red. Shadow into the pool, flowers fall off the shirt. Moss began to turn green and hid the fish, but the wheat turned green and covered with pheasants. "Blow Xiao as a pavilion and enjoy Lingbo water. From family to family, you will have money. When you enter Xinfeng, your wine will be beautiful. Pomegranate chat pan, sour and refreshing Lu Furong jade wan, lotus seed gold cup. New shoots of bamboo shoots and bayberry. Green Pearl holds the piano, and Wen Jun holds the wine. The jade tube is initially tuned, and the string is temporarily caressed. The song "Yangchun" and "Lushui" is the dance of phoenix returning to Luan. More prosperous spring, changing Zheng Zhizhu. When the moon enters the song fan, the flowers bear the drums. A captain Xie Lu shot in the middle. Park your car in Xiao Yuan, and even ride Changyang. The golden saddle began to cover, and the bow was new. " Blowing dust to see Ma Chui son, "friends into the hall. The horse is a Tianchi dragon, and the belt is Jingshan Yuliang. Yan Jinan Tianlu, New Lexus Phoenix. On the third day, Qushui flowed to Hejin, and in the evening, the river was full. Forest travelers flow under trees, while people cross the water with sand heads. Thin shirt sleeves, beaded scarf. Go one step further, don't go back until you are drunk. The shadow in the pool is better than the mirror, and the clothes in the room are not as fragrant as the flowers. Preface to the Spring Banquet Peach and Plum Garden (Preface to the Spring Banquet Brothers Peach and Plum Garden).

Li Bai's heaven and earth, everything goes against the journey; Time flies, and a hundred generations have passed. And floating like a dream, for joy geometry? The ancients walked by candlelight at night, not bad. Kuang Yangchun told me to smoke, and I made a big fake article. Will be full of peaches and plums, family happiness. Qun Ji Jun Xiu, all for Huilian; We sing, and we are ashamed of our happiness. The reward is over. Tell me about it. Give a banquet, sit on flowers, fly feathers and get drunk on the moon. If there is no masterpiece, why open your arms? If the poem fails, it will be punished according to the number of wines in Jingu.