Silk flower has flowing water and crisp autumn air.
Troubled times know the difference.
Bold words and smart words.
Lin 'an Chunyu (Luyou)
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.
Spring rain poems
Poems about "Spring Rain"
1, Postal Bridge in the Spring Rain (Tang Wen Ting Yun, Bodhisattva Xia)
2. It was a dark spring rain (The Dead Hua Lian by modern Wang Guowei).
3, a little cold, some spring rains are better (Song Xin Qiqi's "Huanxisha")
4. Spring rain falls on the river (stone "Like a Dream")
5, Spring Rain Meng Meng (Song Anonymous "Dianjiang Lip")
6, spring rain to eliminate residual freezing (stone "South Song Zi")
7. Remember the oranges after the spring rain (Song Xin Qiji's Linjiang Xian)
8. A spring rain planted Gua Tian (Song Maokun's "Huanxisha")
9. Spring Rain and Spring Breeze (Song Zhu Dunru's Little Crimson Lips)
10, Chun Yu Qing (Tang Wen Ting Yun's "More Leaks")
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Living in a small house, listening to the spring rain ticking.
(Song Luyou's Spring Rain in Lin 'an)
12, Lu (Qingping Lezhuang)
13, the spring rain is as fine as dust (Song Zhu Dunru's "Good Things Close")
14, the spring rain blows the Lantern Festival (Song Zhu Dunru's "Good Things Close")
15, back to Jiang Chunyu (Song "Good Things Close")
16, Spring Rain Washing Garden (Song Shi Zheng Jue's Ode to Poems 205).
17, spring rain scattered silk (Song Shi Zheng Jue "Ode to Poetry 205")
18, there are many spring rains this year (Song Shi Shao Tan's Ode to One Hundred and Two Songs)
19, the spring rain is like frost (Song Song Taizong's Fate Knowledge)
20. Spring rain in the courtyard at dusk (Song Zhao Ganoderma lucidum "The Recent Flower")
2. The beautiful poems, ancient poems and essays about "Spring Rain" and "Li, Li" are as expensive as oil. The fine spring rain is fluttering, and the peach blossoms in the orchard are red; Sprinkle on the treetops to dye green willow buds; Fall in the fields to nourish crops; Fall on the pond to wake the frog ... Green the willows by the river and red the apricot flowers. In an instant, raindrops fell from the sky like thousands of soldiers. It falls on the pink petals of morning glory and rolls like thousands of colorful gems. Raindrops fall on the pond, and the calm pond ripples. If you look at the raindrops carefully, you can see that the raindrops disperse, gather, retreat and then.
Step back for a while and move forward for a while. It is so unpredictable that even the most talented painter can't draw it! Look, how beautiful the azaleas are! The blooming petals crowded together and danced like a colorful girl. Flowers in bud are colorful, some swaying in the wind, some shy. A large disc-like leaf is green and flawless, and the water drops are more transparent than pearls rolling on it, making the azaleas more charming and moving. Look at the hungry willows, they are greedily sucking the dew of spring. Countless willow branches that seem to be decorated with emeralds droop like soft ribbons. These naughty willow dolls float around freely, just like a group of carefree little angels. Countless small drops of water fell on the willow with Ana stretched out, as if to put a crystal coat on the willow, which was particularly touching. Look at the pink peach blossoms, one by one, blooming all over the branches. They are like groups of urchins, scrambling to let people see their gorgeous charm. Water drops make peach blossoms look beautiful and make people feel relaxed and happy. After the spring rain, the campus is more vibrant. Let a hundred flowers blossom and start to compete again; The weak and tenacious grass was straightened by the spring rain; Beautiful azaleas opened a more brilliant smiling face; The greedy willow tree looks more enchanting and charming; Pink peach blossoms are even more shy ...
I urgently need to write a composition with ancient poems about spring rain. As long as the sentences in the ancient poems are written in the spring rain, it will be a continuous rain, and there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle-Zhang's "Fishing Songs" is wet and apricot, and his face is not cold.
-Zhinan monk "quatrains" Acropolis Yu Chao? Hey? The guest rooms are green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Two Stones to Anxi" There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many towers are misty and rainy.
-Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju" Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Sky Street is raining and crisp, and the grass is far and near.
-Tang Hanyu's "Eighteen Members of the Water Department in Early Spring" But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I have folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
-Du Mu's "Qingming" Spring tides bring rain late and urgent, and no one crosses the boat in the wild. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
4. The ancient poem "Pei Duan", which describes the spring rain, has been given a curtain to see why the rain in Mao Mao in "Spring Rain Tang Bao" did not turn into rain, but was cloudy.
Only look at wet masonry, not into the eaves. The gap is stained with frost and the wind moistens the piano.
To move outdoors, the eaves sneak into the night. Dou Qun of the Tang Dynasty asked for leave to enjoy flowers yesterday, and now it's raining.
The world is like rain, and Mo Aifang is wet at the front of renewal. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu knew the rainy season, which happened in spring.
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. In the Tang Dynasty, the spring rain in Wumen was long, the spring flowers in Wudian were long, and the martial arts Fang Shushu was late.
The prince and grandson can't stand the rain like silk, which breaks the heart of the spring breeze. Light rain in early spring: the light rain on the street in Tang Hanyu is crisp, and the grass color is nearly five from a distance.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. Spring rain, two poems by Tang Li Jianxun, spring rain, may not hinder the appreciation of the tour, but the poets' own feelings.
The flower diameter is blocked by new grass, and the blue boat is flat. Jing yuan is full of raspberry moss, and hungry birds gather in empty galleries.
Idle memories of the past years as a guest, boring to stay in the mountain hall. The rustling spring rain is still sparse, and the scene is not as solid as three o'clock.
Cold into the distant forest, heavy wings, warm new wheat, weak cream. It's a fine day on the balcony. It's rippling and moving.
Only those who sleep a lot can be called sloppy, and read idle books behind closed doors. Spring Rain Tang Li Shangyin Spring has come, and I'm lying in bed in a white coat, thinking only about Baimancheng, where I can't go.
There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home. The long road ahead will be full of new hardships, and the residual clouds are still vaguely like dreams.
Why, I see a lone goose in a cloud three thousand miles away. Spring Rain In the Tang Dynasty, Li Xian used the emperor to blow the freezing wind, and Qingyun melted the liquid into the sky.
The drunkenness between heaven and man attracts mysterious wine and pours incense into the flower root soil. Wet dust dances lightly in Tang, Tang and spring, and the goddess has no trace of strawberry moss.
The theories of the old farmer and the shepherd boy come and go. Happy spring rain has sent a whole day's rain to Tang Lizhong's youth, as well as his son Mo Siqing.
Let the West Park Association be banned and watch Nanmu plow the fields. I sympathize with wheat most, and I don't hate wet warblers.
Fathers and elders should congratulate each other. The sign of a good year has come. In the spring rain, Tang and the boudoir were raining, and Yingying was anxious and lazy.
Like smoke flying in the desert, it seems wet and sad. The grass looks dull, and the flowers want to be low at dusk.
Xiao Tingzhong sent brocade mud early. The spring rain in Chang 'an and the wind rustling in Huangzhou in Tang Dynasty can slow down the cold and hinder victory.
In the middle of the night, in the billiard hall of Wuhou, beautiful women began to worry about flowers. In the spring rain and the Tang Dynasty, Miracle wanted to spread himself like paste, and he smelled the smell of mines for the first time.
Yunlong can afford it, and the wind power will come soon. I am a farmer and a farmer. I am a willow.
Who keeps the sunshine warm, there are peonies in the court. On the river, it is worth the spring rain. It rained in the first month of the Tang Dynasty, and the land was in turmoil.
Half of it is Emei snow, which is heavy for Zeguohan. Farmland is flooded, making it difficult for tourists to travel.
Worried about killing poets, the waves are boundless. The spring rain is devoted to the rain in the Tang night, and the spring building is cold.
Looking at the Yan Ying Opera from a distance, the noise is separated from the sound of warblers. I hate opening the blue room, but I have nothing to say to Li Xi.
The flowers are muddy and swaying, and the willows want to hang down the embankment. The lamp stuns the fish, and the incense burner swallows the musk deer umbilical cord.
Don't underestimate the cranes in the north, dreaming of being chickens in the south. Enter the house and invade Luobo, and take the eaves to embellish embroidery.
Xinfeng tree has been lost, and long grass is in full bloom. Butterflies are still dancing in the cold wind, for fear that the Wu family will not live.
In the horse embankment, but afraid of spring mud. In the spring rain of the Tang Dynasty, Wu Rong was foggy and dark, with spring flowers and green and red electricity.
Cold enters greasy hair and sleeps, and fine dust follows the oil wall. Li Anyun is like weaving geese, and it is a good gift to bring willow crows.
Don't be lonely, the moss is messy and the flowers fall frequently. In the spring rain, when the flowers of the Tang Dynasty slowly coagulate, I can see the continuous rain, and clouds enter people's houses and destroy the banks.
Yesterday, the spring breeze was on the road, and poor Jin Hong threw mud in vain. In the spring rain, Tang Xue can shine on the ripples and fluctuate and flow back and forth.
If there is a hole in the distance, it is like a mountain. Many good things grind between Kun, Feng and bamboo trees.
Meditation comes to the desert, and sorrow is full of firewood. Wet and dust-free, picky and touching his face.
Who knows that the path is lush, but it is still idle. Spring rain is like frost. Tang Yuli gathers light dust and wet the wild.
The thin light adds weight to the willow, and the quiet spots splash evenly. The bleak scenery is gloomy and gloomy.
Go back to the low-flying butterfly wings and talk about birds coldly. Sprinkling yue destroys residual snow, blowing rivers and overlapping apples.
Dongcheng and Shimo, what's new after sunny days? This is rain and thunder in early spring. Tang said that the northeast came and fluttered, bringing rain.
Brush Huang Shi into a willow, and it will surprise Mei as early as possible. A tree hangs a book pavilion, and a cigarette makes a platform.
The fish in the river didn't freeze, and Jiang Zhe heard thunder. Beauty dreams at night, but the golden urn tree can't be opened.
I don't want to talk about it. The spring rain in Lin 'an in the early days of Song and Lu travel was as thin as gauze for many years, which made the riders in Beijing.
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. Straighten paper, idle grass, fine milk, fine 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.
5. The poem describing spring rain is 1. If the spring rain breaks the bridge, the boat will support Liu Yin. -"Spring Tour on the Lake"
2, Haitang does not hesitate to rouge color, independent drizzle. -"Cold Spring"
3. The soil paste was frequently urged by the rain, and thousands of flowers came out. -"The Pastoral of Spring"
4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green. -"Send Yuan and Two Stones"
5, drizzle wet clothes can not be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence. -"Don't be Yan Shiyuan"
6, drizzle fish out, breeze swallows oblique. -"Water Threshold of Two Hearts, Part I"
7, the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. -"Lin 'an Spring Rain"
8, Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. -Long lines, China ancient Yuefu poems.
9. The willow shade is raining, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler. Wu's Spring Festival.
10, but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
1 1, the light thunder fell all night, and the floating tile was uneven. -Spring day
12, my face is not cold when I get wet with clothes and want to get wet with apricot blossoms. -Southern Song Dynasty guide monk
13, good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
14, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -"Guest"
15, Guo Jing's feelings changed for many years, and suddenly he listened to the spring rain and recalled Jiangnan. -"Listen to the Rain"
16, 480 temple in the south, with many towers and misty rain. -"Jiangnan Spring"
17, it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
18, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -"Drinking on the Lake"
19, the spring tide brought rain late and hurried, and there was no boat to cross the field. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou
20. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, and the grass is close but not close. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Tang Hanyu's sentence "Early spring is a member of the Ministry of Water's Zhang 18th"
6. Describing the ancient poems that came late in the spring rain, Feifei is light. In spring, the days are long and the males are far away.
The first two sentences describe red and catkins. The last two sentences mean that the days are getting longer, the spring is fading, the birds in widex are coughing, and no one comes and goes, only Chai Men.
Spring Festival travel rush fever of Tang Du Fu
Branches are easy to fall, and buds are discussed.
Tang Du Fu's Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside
The forest belt is wet and swift, and the water belt is long and green.
Yan Zhi: Rouge. Water shepherd's purse, an aquatic herb.
Tang Du Fu's Qujiang Duyu
The snow color invading the mausoleum is still day lily, and there are wickers in spring.
Hemerocallis: a kind of grass that the ancients thought could make people forget their troubles. This sentence is about the day lily sprouting and invading the snow color of the mausoleum. Leak: Leak.
La Ri by Tang Du Fu
Jianghan spring breeze, frost removed last night.
Tang Du's Farewell to Sister Guan Ying and so on.
Spring is a city, but the color is a little cold.
Tang Du Fu's "Send the 19 th Cao Chang": "Last night, Jiangpu thundered and the spring city was slightly cold."
There is new fire in the morning and new smoke in the lake.
Chao: Good morning.
Two Tomb-Sweeping Day Poems by Tang Du Fu
Just like the spring breeze deceives each other, blowing off a few flowers at night.
Tang Du Fu's "Nine Poems Wandering"
The east wind is a good messenger of the sun, and the vegetation meets the flowers.
Yang He: The warm wind in spring.
Qi's "Spring Suburb"
Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.
Ting: The seashore is flat.
Don Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
Half; Majority. Uneven: uneven.
Early Spring in the East of the City by Tang Dynasty
The Yangtze River is green in spring and lotus leaves are as big as money.
Tang Zhangji's Spring Biequ
Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten five flowers everywhere.
This is a description of the scenery during the Qingming Festival.
Two Kinds of Cold Foods in Tang Dynasty
The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds. When the snow comes in late spring, she wears a court tree as a flying flower.
Snow can't wait for the arrival of spring. It has worn trees and flowers and decorated the scene of early spring.
Chun Xue by 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. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.
Tianjie: the street of the capital. The grass looks far away; Spring grass began to grow, showing a little bud. It looks like new green at a distance, but it seems invisible at a close look. Absolute victory; Far better than.
Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring.
Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple fight Fang Fei.
Fang Fei: Beautiful flowers and plants.
Late Spring by Tang Hanyu
When will Luoyang Dongfeng come and Liu Chunquan return to Sichuan Boan?
Five Spring Poems by Tang Hanyu
The wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches.
Tang Du Mu's poem "Disappointment": "It's natural to look for the Spring Festival Evening School, so there's no need to be disappointed." The wind is crimson and the green leaves are full of branches. "
Thousands of apricot trees on the riverside have opened a new night wind. Full of shade, shining in the green waves.
One night wind: one night spring breeze.
Tang Wangya's Spring Tour Song
Fog and rain are blowing from the east, and the wheels make a faint thunder on the other side of Furong Pool.
Whisper: the wind. Tang Li Shangyin's Untitled Four Poems
The cold goes with the night, and the spring returns to the fifth watch.
Tang's "Ying Zhao Fu Ye"
When will the east wind arrive, and the green lake will go up the mountain.
Tang Qiu's title is "The Farmer's Father Rushe".
I can't feel the spring breeze changing the wicker.
Don Han Ying's Dark Days Appear before the Judge: "When you are old, you won't feel the spring breeze for wicker."
The spring breeze is wordless, and the apricot garden is full of flowers.
Zhang Xi Ji Ji by Don Zhao Xuan
7. The ancient poem describing the spring rain, Jiang Yu is decadent, Cao Jiang is empty and rainy, and the rain sounds strange. But he also said that it rained at night, lying in the middle of the night listening to the sound of wind and rain, and Bai Yuzhu jumped off the boat. It's nice to know that there was a lot of rain, but now I remember that night, the storm in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. Seven or eight stars flew down from the sky, and the rain fell in front of the mountain in two or three minutes. Cold rain at night, Wu. Pingming Fujian Chu Yun is dark and rainy, while the rain in Dongxixi is light and foggy. There is sunshine but misty rain on the road, and there is no rain or shine in life.
In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away. Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy.
Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains. Yu Meiren? Listening to the rain Jie Jiang teenagers listen to the rain songs upstairs, red candle faint Luo Zhang.
In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge.
Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low. After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.
There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk.
This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer.
A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle.
In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall down her sad white face, pear blossoms bring spring rain and hate clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain.
-Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. If you ask how much free time you have.
Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.
Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. Spring and Budze have flowers and beautiful flowers, and everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"The spring of a year is the most beneficial, and it is better than the smoke and willow pouring into the imperial capital." Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.
-Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty. -Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring.
-Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild. Wei's Xixi Going to Chuzhou describes an ancient poem in summer. Lotus leaves meet the sky, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, reflecting a different kind of sunshine. Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple sends the forest to the forest. When it rains in Huangmei, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao's Inviting guests. Why do you hate Fang Fei when he leaves? The trees in summer are gloomy and pleasant. Summer is new in the sound of cuckoo —— Poems describing autumn in the early Song Dynasty and famous sentences describing autumn: Lonely sunset, autumn water and sky are the same color —— Tang farewell preface, autumn Deng Hongfu knees. When I faced them from this villa, drinking my wine-Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Secretary of Xuanzhou Villa in August", the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "Caotang was blown by autumn wind", red candles painted a cold screen, and small fans brushed fireflies. It's as cool as water day and night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. Cold Smoke on the Waves —— Song Zhongyan's Su Mu House, an ancient poem describing winter. Just like the spring wind blowing at night, Snow White's Song of Farewell to the Field blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and Wu's Home scatters salt in the air, but if the catkins are blown by the wind.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking goes to the West Chamber alone, and the bright moon is like a hook-Li Yu's Meet You, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling The Plug was written by a man.
8. I want a complete poem about spring rain, plus a composition about spring rain, at least 150 words. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu knows that the rainy season is good 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. Xiaotang Meng Haoran in Spring I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. The son of the fisherman, Tang Zhanghe Zhi, egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat.
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. An Xiwei, the second ambassador to Yuan Dynasty, visited Weicheng, and the guest house was green and willow-colored.
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Xixi Chuzhou, Tang Wei Wu Ying was born by a secluded grass stream, and orioles were singing in the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians want to break their souls.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. In the early spring, the street outside the Ministry of Water Resources of Zhang was raining crisp, and the grass was far away.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. Drinking clear water on the lake began to rain. Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate. In the Southern Song Dynasty, the ancient monk Zhinan wore a short eaves and helped me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Jiangnan Spring Rain (Prose Poetry) Author: Dianzi Spring Rain is meaningful in Du Mu's apricot blossom wine? The spring breeze melts the rain, and the pipa strings of Yan walk smartly? The whole night in Jiangnan was covered with a misty raincoat, stained with the charming smile, exquisite charm and shy romance of Miss Chun.
Raincoat, it was in winter that grandma spent 998 1 day spinning gray hair into snowflakes and twisting them into threads. Eager for a winter stream, let the rain become gentle and gentle, and slowly start the flow of youth; The grassland that has been dry for a winter makes the rain moisten the heart, and Yingying reveals the mystery of nature. Lonely branches for a winter, showing a little pink, as if a call could shake them off; A boat that has been depressed for a winter is eager to jump into the agitation of spring tide ... The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is as warm as a multi-voice lyric movement, and the flowing years carry the nest of the life season, so that you and I can gently lift a curtain of dreams and make them hazy and colorful.
As a result, the symphony orchestra of life played the melody of love, the mellow talk was no longer an illusory illusion, and the hot heart smiled at the branches of spring and accepted the rain and dew. On the night in the south of the Yangtze River, everything throbs.
Litchi is leafy, with dark red tops and swaying in the rain. Shrubs along the road stretch out bright green leaves and suck nectar, and several sparkling pearls hang on their tips.
Spring rain is like silk, like smoke and fog, recalling the past eventful years, with little sorrow. The envy of the red owl soars in the blue sky, and the desire of the eagle fights in the sea.
However, there is no wisdom of Zhuge, no stupid ambition and no mediocrity. I don't know when I can return to the sea! The spring rain is like silk, caught in the wind, and the traffic outside the window is endless, extending a rugged life track. Leave your hometown, try to change the status quo and run for life. Although you are satisfied with the present situation, you must turn sparrows into swans.
Spring rain is like silk. Through the spring rain, we can look forward to the beauty and magic of this vast world and the ambition of Hongyan. We will be able to share prosperity with mountains and rivers, share water with dragons and merge into a prosperous ocean. This is really the spirit of leaving wine in the wind.
9. Ancient Poetry of Spring Rain When the bridge is broken in this spring rain, people don't cross and the boat supports the shade.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
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.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
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.
Spring rain is like silk, looking at tall buildings, filled with rain and fog, like countless mountains and hills. Litchi is leafy, with dark red tops and swaying in the rain. Shrubs along the road stretch out bright green leaves and suck nectar, and several sparkling pearls hang on their tips.
Spring rain is like silk, like smoke and fog, recalling the past eventful years, with little sorrow. The envy of the red owl soars in the blue sky, and the desire of the eagle fights in the sea. However, there is no wisdom of Zhuge, no stupid ambition and no mediocrity. I don't know when I can return to the sea!
The spring rain is like silk, caught in the wind, and the traffic outside the window is endless, extending a rugged life track. Leave your hometown, try to change the status quo and run for life. Although you are satisfied with the present situation, you must turn sparrows into swans.
Spring rain is like silk. Through the spring rain, we can look forward to the beauty and magic of this vast world and the ambition of Hongyan. We will be able to share prosperity with mountains and rivers, share water with dragons and merge into a prosperous ocean. This is really the spirit of leaving wine in the wind. (